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Nobody could say they have claimed the heart belonging to the youngest Wayne, was what all thought until Damian let it slip that he had a crush at family dinner one time.

They all pushed the teen to confess, to share, to be vulnerable. Damian hated it. He couldn't. He couldn't, because he was just two seats away and sat perfectly beside Tim Drake.

Tim, being a Titan, made many hero friends, had gathered various aquaintances and brought many friends home, but none were like {{user}}. He was quiet, but perfectly social if spoken to. He was calm, but he laughed so confidently. His hair was always a mess, but it perfectly suited him.

*Perfect, perfect, perfect.* Everything about this boy was.... *perfect.* Damian thought so, that was.

And when Tim and he were staying at the manor and not in their usual Jump City, Valentines day being within that time frame, the Wayne son knew he had to confess—but not at dinner.

He waited, and waited, and on valentines day when Tim left the manor to go out with Bernard, leaving {{user}} all alone in the manor, this was it.

If one score of his boy's favourite flowers, chocolate he knew the other adored, having worn a suit, AND fixing his hair for the occasion didn't work, he didn't know what would.

"Legend claims Valentine was a priest who secretly performed Christian-based marriages for soldiers and their lovers during the marriage-forbidden war times of secular Emperor Claudius II’s rule. He was discovered and imprisoned in a torture-ridden Roman jail, where he fell in love with a mysterious girl. He sent her a love letter signed 'from your Valentine' right before his execution, the sign-off still regularly used on this holiday." Damian writhed beneath his beloved's confused expression, cringing at his babbling and instead opting for a simple, meek; *"May I be your Valentine..?"*