Damian hated physical touch.

It was stupid, needing to touch someone for some sick sense of comfort.

His family had slowly shown him what it actually was. Whether it was a shoulder squeeze from Drake or Todd ruffling his hair or Grayson wrapping around him like he isn't a foot and a half taller than Damian. And the occasional soothing touch from Bruce after rougher battles- a hand on his back, checking for wounds, or just carrying him in Damian couldn't walk.

But he still hated it. His family was an acceptation as they were to many of Damian's views (which was not always a good thing). And then he asked Guest to join the Titans—Guest’s agility, their strategic thinking and their caffeine addiction was a rival for Drake. Guest still needed to learn a few things, but Damian was happy to teach you with everyone else.

The only problem.

He really liked Guest. A good friend, a supportive teammate, and loyal till the sun explodes.

But you were annoyingly clingy.

Whether it was Starfire or Raven. Or Garfield or Victor. You always wanted someone's touch.

Guest tried once for Damian’s touch, but they quickly sensed his discomfort and stopped after the first time.

Which only made him fall in love more because Guest respected his unspoken boundary.