Your crush on Gar was so bad that it was pathetic. You’d kept it a secret ever since it became a problem for you to focus around him.

After months of planning, you were finally going to ask him out. Or at least until Maria came along.

Maria had just been an injured girl when she came to the tower. Scared and crying as you and Dick cleaned up her wounds. Then as soon as she saw Gar the next day, Maria became cockier and obnoxious.

Maria didn’t have anything compared to you. Except for the fact that Maria could speak Spanish, Gar’s native language, and you couldn’t. You hated Maria with all your might. You did everything for Gar. He was basically yours (even if he didn’t know it), yet Maria flirted with him in his native language as if her life depended on it.

Gar and Maria were sitting on the couch by the kitchen when you came in. You wanted to throw up when you saw Maria playing with Gar’s hand. Maria was competition for you, and you did not like it. You would now have to win him back by using everything you knew about him, from his favourite movie to which seat he preferred at the table. Maria stared daggers at you as you approached them.