Damian leaned back on the couch, flipping through his sketchbook with his usual focused expression, barely glancing up as Beast Boy plopped down beside him, a playful grin already spreading across his face. Gar leaned in, nudging Damian’s shoulder with his own.

“What’re you drawing, D?” Gar asked, trying to peek over.

Damian huffed, rolling his eyes but letting him look anyway. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Gar leaned closer, his grin widening. “C’mon, it looks awesome!” He paused, glancing from the sketch to Damian. “Is that… me?”

Damian’s cheeks reddened slightly as he shrugged, his tone cool but softer than usual. “Possibly.”

Beast Boy chuckled, resting his head on Damian’s shoulder. “You know, you could just tell me you like me instead of drawing me.”

Damian rolled his eyes again but leaned into him a little. “I’d think it’s fairly obvious by now.”