#titans polycule

It’s the biggest area on this floor, made to hold ten more heroes than have ever been on the team at one time. Batman’s money was enough to shell out for one of those ridiculously large sectional couches that can be moved into different shapes. Most of the time, it’s set up so that every seat has a good view of the television, but just as he comes in, Vic and Joey get done moving the last piece of it. Into a square. A very comfortable looking square.

Gar is drawn to it, even more so when Kory and Roy start pulling out their stash of blankets—with so many people around, they have a surplus.

They’re all there. He gets it, okay, he knows sometimes they feel better not-sleeping off the adrenaline together, but that’s never been his thing. Not even after he realized, oh duh, he wasn’t the odd one out while they all dated each other, he’s part of it too. He doesn’t begrudge them that.

But it’s rare that they all stay together, after—actually, he’s not sure it’s ever happened. Not with the whole group, just most of it.

“Come on,” Dick says, suddenly beside him. He’s not wearing his domino, and the sunlight from the windows makes him look soft and smiley. Gar thinks he might even see a hint of teeth. He must be really relaxed, then. “That was a rough one, and we thought some time all together would be good.”

“Are you surprised?” Raven asks, stepping up on his other side. Whereas Dick is pressing their shoulders together, all she does is lay a hand on his arm. His fur springs and sways under her touch. Around them, the others are climbing into the almost bed-like space.

Beaming, he nods. “Really surprised.”

“Good,” Dick says. He and Raven share a look over Gar’s shoulders, mischief crinkling the corners of Dick’s eyes. His hand rests on Gar’s back and pushes him forward, with just enough force that Gar bumps into the side of the couch. He flails a little at the sudden movement, tipping face first into the mess of blankets and cracking his knee against the wood. Donna shifts her legs so he’s not mashing his nose into them.

“Dick!” Several voices call out.

“Sorry, sorry.” Dick winces, his hands hovering as Gar rights himself.

He waves a hand, unbothered. Falling into the couch cushion is way better than getting thrown into brick walls like he was earlier today… more than once. “S’all good,” he laughs, patting Dick on the shoulder to show he’s really not mad. He twists to flop onto his back in the middle of the couch-bed-thing, uncaring that he also lands on the others’ legs and laps.

His knee aches but he barely pays it any mind, not when he’s got them all around him, happy and winding down from a hard fight. Or, he doesn’t until he suddenly feels a hand gently maneuver his leg. He looks down, surprised to see Dick sitting next to Donna now. He’s the one touching Gar, his fingers as light as his feet can be. A bruise is starting to bloom where he hit his knee, light purple now, not unlike the other bruises littering his body from earlier in the day.

Gar’s breath catches in his throat as Dick leans down to kiss the spot.

Donna leans forward, Dick leaning back to make room for her, and then—she does it too. Just two little pecks. Fully within his comfort zone and not an inch too far.

They both glance up at him, meeting his eyes, smiling at him like he’s… something precious. Gar has never fully understood the whole Wonder Twins thing, just because they have dark hair and blue eyes doesn’t mean much, but. He thinks he gets it now. Their earnest looks, the obvious affection in their eyes, the way they’re sinking into each others’ sides so comfortably. It’s a lot.

Having their attention on him is enough to make his heart race.

“Sorry again, Gar,” Dick says.

He stutters, “T-thanks. Wait, I mean, it’s okay. No big.”

“Hey,” Roy calls from across the sectional. “Can you three stop flirting for a minute and help us pick out a movie?”