I only want the fab 5 (+ Kori later on) when they are absolutely insane about each other. The most ride and die you will ever find.
They will never hesitate to square up again anyone who says anything bad about their team mates (and best friends (and lovers)), consistently checking in with each other even (and especially) when they are not meant/ supposed to.
I want them so fucking codependent but also completely unaware bc what do you mean you donāt constantly update your friend group everytime anything happens. What do you mean you donāt just break into your best friends house and sleep in their bed with them when you feel sad. What do you mean you keep secrets from your friends. What do you mean you donāt join your friends when they shower so you can continue your conversation. What do you mean you donāt know where every single scare on your best friend comes from. What do you mean you donāt call their dad a stupid motherfucker to his face. What do you mean you donāt know everything about your best friends.
I want them to have so many inside jokes that they are basically speaking a different language. I want them to share clothes and makeup and accessories to the point where nobody really remembers who owned what first. ( I want everyone to wear the other peopleās merch always)
I want them to speak about their siblings like they are shared between the five of them. I want Tim to ask Donna a question when he is too embarrassed to ask Dick, and Cassie to ask Dick when she doesnāt want Donna to know, etc.
I want the mentors to be the other peopleās aunt and uncles. ( I want the mentors and adults in their life to have a group chat where they try and help each other keep track of what their kids are doing bc gods know they wonāt just tell them, so whenever they have a sleepover or a mission in one persons city, they letās the rest of the mentors know. I also want the mentors to constantly send ābabyā photos and videos of their ākidsā in the group chat)
I want the dating history within the group to be so fucking confusing that you need a collage level lecture to understand it from the outside.
I want all of them to be married to other titans, but nobody really remembers who is married to who, especially since most of them are married to multiple people. ( a mix of Vegas weddings, undercover missions that took a turn, space rituals and traditions they got court up in, bets that were won and lost, and very intense dnd campaigns)
I want their private group chat to have more encryptions and protections than pentagon and the batcomputer put together. I want the GC to be filled with Drunken voice notes, homemade memes, pictures that should never see the light of day, secrets and jokes that would get them into soooo much trouble.
I want them to bring one or two titans along to family and work events. I want people to bet on which of the friends will go with Roy vs who will go as Dicks date to the fancy Galas, bc you can bet your ass they will be there as arm candy on their arms. (Having your friends at the Gala is the only thing that makes going to these Galas bearable). I want them to sneak out every time and go to a random fast food restaurant.
I want their fighting styles to be so engrained in each other that it is impossible to figure out who thought who what, and which of them was the first person to introduce this move into the equation.
I want outsiders to look at them and be confused if one of the OG titans are standing alone without one of the other titans. Do you see the vision?
I want Donna to have an absolute impossible amount of pictures of HER team. Hundred of well curated instagram posts and gallery images. I want Donna to know deep in her soul that there is no world or version of her where she is not loved and loving her team.
I want Wally to run by HIS team multiple times a day just to make sure they are okay. Just to drop of a little trinket that made him think of them. Just to move Royās table 1 inch to the left so he will bang his knee against it when he walks by.
I want Dick to give everyone access to his (Bruceās) credit card. I want him to install batcave levels security on all of their apartments and houses so he always knows that his family is safe. I want Dick to stay up for 3 days while on a mission with the batfam without it even bothering him, but being unable to stay awake for even 15 minutes doing movie nights when he is surrounded by HIS team.
I want Roy raise Lian, not as a single parent, but as one of six parents. I want Roy to work as the teams sniper, even in civilian, always keeping an eye on HIS team and watching their backs, even when they are just fooling around in bars or amusement parks. I want Roy to be banned from holding grapes or popcorn or smarties or any food that is easy to throw because he will try (and succeed) to throw then into whoever is speakingās mouth to interrupt them when he gets bored.
I want Garth to feel to feel like an outsider in the dry world but never among HIS teammates. I want Garth to be so used to his friends carrying water bottles and emergency supplies for him that he never even thinks about bringing his own. I want his friends to throw drinks at his fave in resurants and bars like where they in a bad 90s romcom. I want Garth to absolutely destroy all his friends in water balloon fights but always being asked to join anyway.
I want Kori to speak every persons first language from having kissed them, and knowing that they took the time to manually, and slowly learning hers so they can speak back to her in her mother tongue. I want Kori to show up to every red carpet event she is invited to with a Titan on each arm, far too distracted by HER friends and family beside her to ever have the time or care to give to the mean comments the public and reporters try and throw her way.
I want their day to day lives to be so intertwined that even when they donāt see each other they are constantly surrounded by their people. Knowing that when they get off work they have 99+ new messages in the group chat & 30 new reels they need to look at. The jacket and scarf you are wearing in the cold while waiting on the bus was burrowed from someoneās closet 3 weeks ago and will probably be switched around to something else next time you meet up. Your fridge is filled with food made by or brought by other people & your cabinets are filled with other peopleās favourite snacks, as well as your own. I want them to be so soft together, but absolutely terrifying to their enemies. I want them to be assholes to one another and best friends and siblings and lovers and platonic soulmates and married and soulmates and the kids next door and sandbox friends that grew up and moved to the same college town despite only one of them going to that school.























