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Most books describe the feeling of falling in love like a gigantic tidal wave that destroys everything in its wake, something so loud and destructive it nearly kills its host with its intensity which is why Rachel is completely blindsided when it happens to her, love did not budge in with blazing guns and glory, instead, it gently knocked on the door and politely asked if it was okay for it to come it, instead of screaming, it whispers.
Gar is sitting beside her, they're eating the pancakes Conner made, Jason and Tim were chatting on about their next training session and what Tim has to improve on to make him a better fighter, Kory is listening to Dick complaining about co-running Wayne Enterprise and how the stakeholders are unreasonable dicks (ironic, ain't it), Conner is feeding Krypto and calling him a good boy. Everything is okay, everything is normal until it's not.
"Hey, Rach," Gar lets out, "hand me the syrup, would yeah?" he requests, Rachel stretches out her hand and gets a hold of the plastic bottle, "here you go," she smiles, handing him the bottle, Gar's eyes are glued to the bottle as he accepts it and as mundane, unseductively, and as normal as can be, he looks up, and smiles at her, the smile lasts less than five seconds and he goes back to his plate. Everything was normal, the ground didn’t shatter beneath her, but something shifted, something changed.
Glancing back at Gar, Rachels feels her heart contract painfully hard against her ribcage. Rachel knows it, right then and there, she is in love with Gar.
Fuck