A/N: Last chapter! I thought about holding out for the last chapter but then that takes some forms of control and since I lack that so...Enjoy this last chapter of Wally's Four Failures at Proposal & One Success (fun fact: the title underwent so many changes because the original one was too long to be written in full), R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or its characters; I just make them do weird things and ship them with enthusiasm that borders of hysteria.

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5.

"So, today's special, huh?" Except for his stupid words, of course.

"Really?" she laughs and reaches past the fondue to squeeze his hand. "I hadn't noticed. I thought you took me out to swanky restaurants every night."

"I would if you didn't insist on going to Subway all the time," he retorts.

"I didn't see you protesting when I was shoving two foot-longs down my throat."

"That was meant to be provoking," Wally grinned, "and I didn't see you protesting later that night."

"Just for you, baby," she grins back and brushes hair out of her fuchsia eyes. It's tamed somewhat from her efforts, curling in a loose ponytail around her neck. The dress is new, a gift from Toni that Jaya says she never really got the chance to wear.

Wally is glad of how easy it is to talk to her because if he is this nervous when he has easy-going conversation, what the hell would happen if this was still their awkward first conversation? They've grown up some since their first meeting. They've both edged past 18. Jaya's planning on going to the nearby art school, the only one of the Titans to do something apart from be a hero so far. She promises that she will still be Jinx, just one that could draw better.

She lifts herself hallway out of her seat and brings her mouth to his ear, whispering low and liquid, "Happy anniversary."

He swallows and inflicts a mental glare at his crotch; getting a hard-on in the middle of a proposal was not part of his plan. "Happy anniversary," he replies, clearing his throat.

"Did I tell you about my trip out with the Titans?" she says as she settles back in her seat.

"Uh…yeah, no," he says, bright blue eyes brighter with tense desperation, watching for the waitress. She approaches their table with a small silver tray bearing nothing but two fortune cookies and he's suddenly terrified. What if they screwed it up, it would be so easy to screw up, what if they got it out of order and he gets hers and she gets his, and-

"-so this crazy villain-guy," and Jaya's still talking, "he's like terrorising this comic book store to ridiculous amounts so the Titans go after him. And when they arrive, he actually like falls to his knees and bows before them. And now we're all like super confused and he tries to kiss Robin's shoes and Robin is like 'back the fuck off'! Then he sees me and Star and Rae, and he asks us to sign his ass. Not even his jeans but, like, his ass and, like, he was ready to take it off and everything. I mean his jeans, not his ass, though how wicked would it be if you could just take off your ass?"

Wally is never going to get married.

The waitress smiles brightly at him, too brightly, too mischievously, and sets down the tray. She places one pointy folded cookie deliberately in front of him and the other just as deliberately in front of Jaya, lifting her hand with a flourish and turns away with a flutter of her skirt.

"-So finally they get him to calm the fuck down and Raven is actually somewhat flattered, I think, because everyone always hits only on Star, though everyone's annoyed at this point. Like, it's a nice Friday afternoon and no one wants to be pulled away from a comfy tower to deal with a crazed fanboy slash villain-"

Wally rips open his cookie, throwing the pieces into his mouth and almost choking as he reads his fortune because this was not in the plain.

It reads, Good luck! With a fucking smiley face.

He musters a weak annoyance because right now he really needs the luck and the smiley face is punctuated with a tiny heart and it's nice. This restaurant is filled with nice people as well as nice food, it seems, and Wally works on the side of nice guys; he can appreciate.

"And Gar and Vic are laughing, really disbelieving like, and Robin says-"

"Aren't you going to eat your cookie?" interrupts Wally.

She looks down with a mildly surprised expression. "Oh, yeah," she says, picking it up and breaking it open, the scrap of white fluttering to the table as she throws the cookie into her mouth. She pauses as if to savour the goodness, swallows and continues, "Right, so Robin says, 'Well, look, you're underage, kid, but this is bordering on breaking the law for bizarre reasons, so how about'-"

"Aren't you gonna read your fortune?"

Jaya blinks and falters, hands lowering. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, of course I am, yeah, but you're always obsessed with your fortune. Aren't you going to read it?"

She studies him in the slow, calculated way that would make anyone fidget. He curses Jericho for letting her learn it from him.

"I think…no."

"…What?"

She picks up the fortune without looking at it, folding it nimbly and accurately in half and dropping it on the table. "Not gonna read it."

"But why not?"

Seriously. Never. Getting married. EVER.

"Because I don't worry about the future anymore," she declares.

He considers chewing his tongue off and stabbing himself in the eyes with the candle holder (at the same time, too, because he could totally do it) but decides against it. His teeth might be gritted as he forces out, "Why not?"

"Because," she says softly, smiling sweetly, "I see it every time I look into your eyes."

…Well. That's unusually sappy and unusually sweet for Jaya and he feels heat creeping up his neck and threatening to gather in his eyes. Blinking quickly, he shakes his head in defeat and resists the urge to drop his head down on the table.

"God, Jaybird, just read it."

The momentary hurt in her eyes pains his more than he would care to admit and on top of guilt, he worries that she'll go into defiant mode and storm out but surprising maybe the both of them, her pale hand reaches across the table and picks up the fortune. Her dextrous fingers unfold it and those cat-like paisley eyes scan the text for the briefest instant, too brief for him to prepare, and then she looks up. Her lips are parted and quirk up at the edges and her eyes are wide with shock and relief and glisten with the beginning of tears and Wally realises that Isaiah was right. The look on her face is worth more than anything he has ever had or ever will and it is the knowledge of it that fills him with something beyond happy and allows him to hoist a cocky smirk on his face, even as it wavers with his ever-present worry and his teeth bite down on his lips. Jaya's grip on the paper tightens before it slips through her fingers and gently falls to the table and every instant is tense and too long for him to take.

A nimble finger rests on it and slides it back across the mahogany surface of the table.

"Yes."

Fin.