Connor stares at you out of the corner of his eye, knowing damn well you haven’t notice him at all. “I heard you guys have some pretty bad criminals here.” He says after a moment of silence, with a small smile.

Ever since Connor visited Gotham city with his father, he’s been noticing something. Something strange, like it’s something in his way bothering him. It was you. He’s now realizing it the longer he stays here, he loves you.

He thinks you’re out of his league, though. He doesn’t have the balls to tell you he loves you, either. Connor is sure you don’t like him, he doubts you even notice him. It hurts. He will do anything to impress you, though. To make you think he’s cool.