Robin approached the familiar door with apprehensively. The chances of Raven being able to dance in the first place were very, very low. Not a very encouraging thought. Slowly, with his eyes open this time, he knocked on the door.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The door slid open. Raven did not seem very surprised to see him. She had been rather guilty about the dachshund incident. Poor little feller didn't even have a name when he died.

"Hi Robin."

Robin swallowed hard. "Raven, are you free tonight?"

Raven thought for a moment. She was halfway through the book on depressing poems, with Eragon, Tales of Mystery and Terror and the tabloid magazines unread, and a scheduled tea and cake session at the café downtown…

"Sure. I've got time." She replied rather hesitantly.

Robin breathed a sign of relief. "Well, do you want to go to a dance with me?"

Raven looked at him oddly. The word 'no' formed on her lips, but she paused, remembering the dachshund incident. Well, she did dance before…

"Okay."

Robin straightened his tuxedo. I have to get this right, he thought. His usually spiked hair was combed down neatly, which made him look rather weird. But he would gladly do it for Raven.

Raven stared thoughtfully at her glittery blue dress. It looked pretty good on her. Unfortunately, she only intended to wear it this once. She fingered her lip gloss and reconsidered. Just this once, she thought. Just this once.

Robin goggled at Raven for a moment when she came down. Cyborg's mouth fell open, and Beast Boy gave a surprised shout. Starfire squealed and floated over.

"Friend Raven, you look gorgeous!"

Raven rolled her eyes. Beast Boy snickered. "Looks like Boy Wonder got himself a pretty good deal!"

"Yeah, yeah. Buzz off before I teach you how to fly to the moon."

Beast Boy retreated hurriedly. Raven turned towards Robin. "Let's go, and by the way there's no chance I'm going to ride your junk cycle in this."

Robin nodded. He didn't intend to let her, or every male in town would be tailing them.

Raven eyes widened. "A…a limousine?"

Robin smiled. "Courtesy of Bruce Wayne." He said as he opened the door. "This way, beautiful."

Raven shrugged and 'accidentally' stepped on his toes as she stepped in. Robin winced and followed her.

The ride there was relatively smooth, thanks to the tinted windows. Robin heart rate increased as Wayne mansion came into view. Raven remained her usual calm self. The chauffer opened the door for them. Robin looked around at the crowd of distinguished guests and got even more worried.

Many heads turned when they were announced. It was awkward to be called "Master Robin and his date Miss Raven." Raven could have sworn a chandelier would be sent flying at the doorman if not for the dress.

A young woman squealed when she saw Robin. "Ooh Robin." She said in a silly, soppy voice, "You look sooooooooo cute in a tuxedo!"

Robin turned as red as a beetroot. Raven rolled her eyes. She didn't like other girls rubbing up her date, even if this date wasn't meant to last. Anyway, this gave her an excuse to exercise her sarcasm muscle.

"Excuse me, Miss." She began, "The correct definition, though few people do know, of the word 'cute' is ugly but adorable. Personally, I would not classify Robin as either of the above mention. In which the case, perhaps 'charismatic' or 'moderately good looking would be a more suitable description."

Raven paused for a moment to let her words sink in. the young woman looked startled and gawped at her. Raven smirked. Her vocabulary often had this effect on people.

"Also, if you happen to realize, or perhaps now I should point out to you, that these dumb stiletto shoes cost me a bomb and your punch infested drool is ruining them. Not to forget, the air is getting polluted thanks to your…"

Robin stopped her with a nudge. "That's enough Rae."

Raven shrugged and followed him off. Robin was impressed. The always knew Raven was sharp, but never so… well, fast. In responses, that is. At least she helped him, and he couldn't help but remember Raven called him 'charismatic' and 'good looking'…

"Hey bird brain." She called, bringing him back to reality, "Do you want to dance, or not?"

Robin did a double take. Raven, dark creepy Raven asking him to dance. He thought he might have to beg her to. "I'd love to dance, Rae."

Robin couldn't help but smile as he slipped his arms around her. Raven fidgeted a little, regretting her choice. The dachshund had better be worth this.

Robin was pleasantly surprised at Raven's gracefulness. He never expected her to be able to dance, at least not so well. When the song was finished, Raven quickly excused herself.

A large man approached Robin. He clapped a hand over his shoulder. Robin turned around. "Hey, Bruce." Robin greeted.

Bruce Wayne smiled, "Ever so informal, son."

Robin smiled. "Great party."

Bruce Wayne looked around. "Where's your date?"

Robin scanned the crowd. Where was she? Raven had this bad habit of disappearing unexpectedly.

"Well I better go look for her then." Robin said.

Soon he found her on a balcony holding a cup of punch. "What's up Raven?"

Raven turned towards him. "Can we go home? I'm bored and tired and itching to read."

Robin smiled. Typical of Raven. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Alright. We'll go now if you kiss me."

Raven stared at him. Then she pressed her lips against his, drawing him into a deep hot, kiss. "Can we go now?" she asked breathlessly.

Robin chuckled. "Sure, after an hour more or so."

Robin hardly said another word when he felt his feet lift from the ground. His breath was squeezed from his lungs as his stomach tightened as he flew from the balcony, carried along by a large, black hand. Everything was a blur as he crashed head first towards the swimming pool below. As he surfaced, sputtering, Raven glided down above him.

"Are we going now, Bird Boy?"

Robin nodded frantically and Raven lifted him out. "Gee thanks Rae. I nearly died." He said sarcastically.

Raven grinned. "See, it's much easier using brute force."

Robin grimaced. He couldn't wait to get home.

Robin sat down on his bed. If anything, at least he got to dance with Raven. And kiss her as well, though it nearly cost him his life. Well, there had to be a downside when dating a hot babe like Raven. Hot as in hot tempered, mostly.

Rubbing his temples, he stared blankly at the messy notepad. He was running dry on ideas. All of a sudden, a smile spread out on his face. It was SO simple. He jotted down: take her to a picnic, and confess to her.

Note: This is the longest chapter so far, so it took awhile. Ya, I know it isn't as funny, but I decided to credit Robin a little for his effort. Well, we all agree he tried really hard, right? R&R, next chappy up soon!