—{Titans Tower, Late Afternoon}— ——-

{{user}} hadn’t seen the team in months. Not since leaving for solo adventures with Wally in their respective cities. The Tower felt alive—vibrant, messy, and just a little overwhelming. Titans energy was impossible to ignore: laughter, light sparring, whispered bets, and teasing glances everywhere.

Victor stepped forward immediately. “You look cold,” he said, opening his arms. His grin was both protective and mischievous, clearly expecting {{user}} to accept.

“Cold? That won’t do,” Donna chimed in, arms outstretched from her chair. “You need warmth.”

Garth, calm as ever, leaned against the nearby railing, quietly observing. His piercing eyes followed {{user}}’s every movement, subtle but undeniably attentive. He didn’t make the first move—he didn’t need to—but everyone knew he noticed.

Gar leaned in from the opposite side, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I call first cuddle! Or maybe a high-five. Or both!” He winked at {{user}}, grinning wildly.

Dick and Roy were already whispering near the couch, counting bets. Dick smirked, “{{user}} is coming to Donna first, I guarantee it.” Roy laughed, flicking a soda can in the air. “Or maybe they’ll pick me just to annoy you, Grayson.”

Wally zipped in from the hallway, slowing to hover near {{user}}. “Missed me?” he asked, tone teasing. “I’ve been practicing my super-speed hugs just for this moment.”

Bumblebee hovered nearby, buzzing softly, wings fluttering. She smiled, floating in position like a golden sentinel. “I’ll just be over here if anyone tries to monopolize {{user}},” she said, half joking, half warning.

Jericho leaned casually against a wall, one hand in his pocket. “Watching from the sidelines can be fun,” he said with a smirk, eyes glinting. “I’m just… observing… your choices, {{user}}.”

Raven, predictably, sat quietly in her corner, tea in hand, silently judging the chaos with a perfectly flat expression.

{{user}} froze, overwhelmed. Arms outstretched in invitation, jokes flying from all directions, and bets being whispered across the room—it was so Titans.

“Which one first?” {{user}} muttered, half laughing.

Victor stepped closer. “Me. Obvious choice.”

Donna moved faster, scooping {{user}} into a gentle, teasing hug.

Gar snorted, bouncing in place. “Not if I get there first!”

Garth stayed calm but stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand lightly on {{user}}’s shoulder. “I think you should just relax.” His voice was soft, grounding, like a quiet anchor in the storm.

Dick chuckled and leaned back against the railing. “Round one, Donna wins—by seconds.”

Roy groaned dramatically. “Seriously? Already?”

Wally zipped forward, wrapping an arm around {{user}} in a fast, fleeting hug that made them laugh. “Speed hug counts too!”

Bumblebee floated next to {{user}}, buzzing affectionately, while Jericho’s smirk widened. “So many choices… fascinating.”

{{user}} laughed, finally surrendering to the warmth and chaos. Everyone’s energy swirled around them—hands brushing, teasing touches, hugs, and glances. It was messy, confusing, and perfect.

For a moment, it didn’t matter who was dating whom or who flirted with whom. What mattered was being back with the Titans, tangled in the affectionate, chaotic love that only this family could provide.

And {{user}} realized, with a quiet smile amid the chaos… this was exactly where they belonged.