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Nah, this is a love story.

A really messed-up, absolutely-shouldn’t-work-but-somehow-does kinda love story.

And like all great romances — it starts with a dead body, a betrayal, and a Shit-load of guilt.

So grab your popcorn, snuggle up, and maybe hide your sharp objects. Things are about to get real ugly, real fast.

...Okay, maybe I exaggerated the whole “dead body” thing just a tad.

Gar was — for all intents and purposes — not dead.

Yet.

But he would’ve been, if it weren’t for those meddling Titans, jumping in just in time to restrain one homicidally heartbroken Damian Wayne.

Now, before we dive back into the attempted murder already in progress, I feel like I owe you a little context — y’know, to really appreciate the emotional nuance of Bat-Boy losing his 💩.

For starters, remember how I said Damian was starting to suspect that Gar had been interrupting him and Raven on purpose ? Yeah, turns out that wasn’t paranoia. It was completely valid. Shocker, I know. But it gets better.

See, Gar had a bit of a crush on Raven.

Okay, more than a bit.

Okay, full-blown puppy-dog eyes, "I’ll save you with the power of processed soy" kind of crush. Basically, he was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on her.