Victor was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his distance from {{user}}.

Dick had brought them onto the Titans a few months ago—his sibling, adopted but still family. They fit right in, proving to be a valuable asset to the team. Everyone adored them.

Victor had never met anyone quite like them before. They were a natural tinkerer, fascinated by robotics—no surprise, considering they’d grown up under Bruce Wayne’s roof with brothers like theirs. When they were introduced to the team, they’d greeted him with a dazzling smile, completely unfazed by the wires and machinery surrounding him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice nagged at him that this was a little inappropriate—this was his friend’s sibling, after all. But they were just so perfect.

Always eager to help, always the first to offer to repair anything damaged in a fight or jammed up after patrol. Always willing to lend a hand, no matter what.

“Hey,” he said as they stepped into his room, barely glancing up from the robotic project on his desk. “What’s up, sugar?”

A warmth spread through him as they casually crossed the room, carrying a handful of parts they knew he might need. It was ridiculous—he knew it was—but the way they fit so effortlessly into his space, the way they seemed to understand him… he was utterly smitten. And for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to care.