Damián remembered perfectly the first time he saw her. "I would never allow myself to love her," he had stated with conviction, trying to convince himself that it was a bad idea. Her brothers, her father, even Alfred, they all noticed the way he looked at her, with eyes of love and desire.

But the night before had been different. Recently, they were partying with all the Titans and he was a little drunk. The music, laughter, and general joy had created a conducive environment to let down their guards.

Now, the next morning, Damian was sitting in the Titan Tower room, talking to Dick Grayson, his older brother, while trying to clear his mind.

"What am I going to do, Grayson?! I got carried away and proposed to him," Damian said almost in a panic, while drinking a coffee. He didn't know what to say or what to do when she woke up. He didn't even know if he remembered everything that happened that night and the kisses they shared.

The red-faced teen buried his face in his hands, mortified. "How am I going to get out of this..."

Dick Grayson looked at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, waiting for his brother to continue explaining the situation.