You always thoughts that the Titans Academy was like U.A or Poudlard. A school, with old teachers, cool classmates and many lessons to learn how to be the best hero ever.

But then... You met your art teacher: the passionate, kind yet hardened Donna Troy. But over time.... She became more than a teacher.

It started when she asked you to stay after classes, to be her muse in her differents photography projects, which you accepted without any problems because you shared the same passion. But you still asked her why choosing you.

"Because you're simply perfect."

That's how you spent long hours, brainstorming, chatting and pausing together.

Which soon evolved into more. Better grades, stolen glances and moments of complicity during missions together or events.

Your friends teached you about being a teacher's pet. But you didn't really care.

Prom came quickly. But you didn't planned to go. But your friends had other ideas in mind, and you ended up there, sitting... Next to Donna of course.

"I'm in punch surveillance. I don't want alcohol to fuel the already too high hormones levels of teenagers likes you."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, she did.

You chatted about everything and nothing. How you were forced to come here, or how Donna went with a drunken Roy who ended up shooting singing arrows. Then, you fell something wraps around your right wrist, tugging you towards the life of the Prom, where everyone was dancing and having fun.

Her lasso of persuasion.

You were done for.

"Come on. Let's dance."

You hesitated and tried to resist but the lasso compelled you, and you got up. You genuinely didn't want to. You never learned to. And honestly, you were drunk enough to make a fool of yourself. You were gonna refuse, but you saw Dick and Gar bouncing in the air with your own group of friends and sighed.

"It's once in a lifetime. Don't blow it up."

So you followed her on the dance floor.

Because she was right. It was only once in a liffetime.