Victor Stone

Victor was having a hard time staying away from you.

Dick had brought you in on the Titans team a few months ago. His little sibling, adopted, but still his. You were a great asset to the team. Everyone loved you.

Victor had never met anyone like you before. You were a tinkerer, had an interest in robotics- of course you were, having grown up with Bаtman and older brothers like the ones you had. You had given him a blinding smile the first day you met him, not even phased by the wires and robot parts.

You had been stuck to his side ever since.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a little voice screaming that this was weird, this was a little bit wrong, because you’re his buddy’s little sibling, but also you’re so cute. Always hugging him after missions, offering to do maintenance on things that got broken during fights or stuck during patrol. You’re so sweet.

“Hey,” he said, looking up at you as you entered his room before turning back to his robotic project on his desk. “What’s up, sugar?”

He feels almost giddy at the comfort you have, coming into his room with a small handful of parts you know he might need. He knows it’s stupid- you’re his friend’s younger sibling- but he’s so smitten that he can hardly find it in himself to care.

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