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Tim Drake was dragged to the animal rescue at 7:12 AM against his will.

Tim: “Damian it’s SATURDAY.”

Damian: “There is an emergency.”

Tim, half asleep: “Is someone dying?”

Damian: “Potentially my future happiness.”

Tim: “…what.”

Damian shoved him through the clinic doors dramatically.

And that’s when Tim saw him.

The veterinarian looked up from where he was bottle-feeding an injured kitten.

Messy white hair. Blue eyes. Oversized hoodie under scrubs. Tiny paw-print bandaid on his cheek. Surrounded by like six different animals at once like a Disney princess blessed by God personally.

Tim:.............................

Damian watched the soul leave Drake’s body in real time.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Excellent.

Danny: “Oh! Hi! You here to volunteer?”

Tim: *Buffering*

Damian: “This is my older brother Timothy. He is single.”

Tim: “DAMIAN—”

Danny blinked. Then smiled. Tim nearly hit cardiac arrest.

Danny: “Cool. I’m Danny.”

Tim, internally: Danny. Danny. His NAME is Danny.

Damian could literally SEE the moment Drake got attached.

It was disgusting.

Five minutes later:

Tim was holding three puppies. Danny was laughing at something he said. Damian was sitting nearby with the satisfaction of a man orchestrating political warfare successfully.

Grayson arrived thirty minutes later and immediately sensed evil.

Dick: “Why is Tim staring at that veterinarian like he just witnessed the second coming?”

Damian, calmly feeding a rabbit: “The plan progresses smoothly.”

Dick: “The WHAT.”

Meanwhile Jason wandered in, took one look at Tim, and started cackling.

Jason: “OH MY GOD. Replacement’s got a crush.”

Tim: “I do NOT.”

Danny, from across the room: “Tim can you hand me the antiseptic?”

Tim: already halfway across the clinic before the sentence finished.

Jason collapsed against the wall laughing.

Steph found out in under 24 hours.

Steph: “So let me get this straight. Damian found a pretty vet, realized he was too young, and reassigned the crush to Tim?”

Damian: “Correct.”

Steph: “And Tim actually fell for it?”

Damian: “Drake has the survival instincts of wet paper.”

Tim, in the background, googling: “How to impress veterinarian ethically.”

Bruce found out three days later when Tim voluntarily woke up before noon to “visit the shelter.”

Bruce: deeply concerned (i would be too)

Alfred, meanwhile, had already figured everything out.

Alfred: “Master Damian appears quite invested in Master Timothy’s love life.”

Bruce: “…why.”

Alfred: “Because the young veterinarian resembles a woodland fae creature specifically engineered to appeal to your sons.”

Bruce: “…I see.”

Alfred: “Frankly, sir, I’m surprised Master Jason has not proposed yet as well.”

Jason, walking by: “I’M THINKING ABOUT IT.”

The worst part?

Danny genuinely WAS Tim’s exact type.

Sleep-deprived disaster? Check Kind to animals? Check Looks like he hasn’t slept in three business days? Check Accidentally funny? Check Mysterious weird vibes? Check Probably haunted? Check

Tim never stood a chance.

Damian watched the disaster unfold like a proud parent.