I yawned and stretched in this large or gigantic bed. My eyes fluttered open and realized Syler was in the bed with me today. He chuckled at my wakening and I threw a pillow at his face for being immature here.

"Hey, is that anyway to treat your boyfriend here?"

My eyes rolled, "Yes, I wake up and you laughed at me. What a way to wake up for a boyfriend like you."

He trapped me into his arms, "Says someone who's defenseless."

I snorted and managed to slip out of his arms. I leapt at the end of the bed and Syler became a lion on a hunt for his prey. He pounced off the bed and I got onto the other side of the room. I smirked at him.

"Who says I'm defenseless? Being Robin is nothing but full guard and defensive."

Syler chuckled, "Oh, I'm sooo sorry for underestimate you then." He said sarcastically.

My head shook, "You better try to catch me then and actually hold me down." I teased playfully.

"You'll regret that, Robin."

We played our role fun and enjoyed our little exercise moment. We were fast with speed, taken advantage of the room to avoid any reach of Syler, and performed a few tricks here and there. It was making us laugh at the excitement as if we were little kids again, but yet, we were fully advance in our fighting skills. It was natural to do so.

All of a sudden, he wasn't in the room. I kept checking around, making sure high and low, behind and around, and still, nothing of Syler. Did he leave the room already? Could he try to track me down in the kitchen or what?

"Gotcha!" His arms were already on me and made a lock on me.

I jumped, "Shit! You scared me!"

We laughed, but it was definitely worth it. His head rested on my shoulder and my head leaned against his. It was nice in the way he swing me with him and very soothing.

"I love you too, Syler."

Syler blinked, "What? I didn't even say it today?"

I chuckled, "You said it last night…or lunch hours. Did I fall asleep through the whole day and night again?"

"Hm, yeah, but you were so wiped out anyway. You needed it."

My head shook, "I need a doctor to check onto that."

"Well Doctor Syler says, you've been on so many missions, your body is finally catching up to sleep."

Oddly enough, he was right. He finally let me go and I headed into the shower to wash up and feel clean again. He went off to make breakfast and tea for me…or something. I shrugged and washed up. The hot water was nice and there wasn't any reason to rush out. For once, it felt nice and settled for a change.

I dried up as I came out and jumped into my clothes. I headed out of the closet and went to find Syler in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. Instead, I found a hot cup of herbal tea and a note on the side. I picked up the cup and took a sip. Then, began to read what he wrote this time.

Hey Dick,

I promised Pamela to get her stuff from the house she was living in and take her out shopping for the things she needed. Gari is still at her sleepover. She won't be back until eight at night since she's going to the festival with them. Sorry for leaving you all alone for a few hours, but I'm sure you want some space or something. I love you, Dick and missing you already! If you need me right away, call me.

Love Syler~

I sighed and shook my head. Syler has been very generous with Pamela for a day and a half now. At least we helped her out and got something out of it too. She doesn't have to work at a waitress anymore or worry about her abusive boyfriend anymore. Honestly, I wanted to kick that jerk's ass for doing that to her. She's such a beautiful young lady who needs to be treated as equal. That man obviously was stupid to come crossing that line at all.

I shrugged and helped myself some cereal since Syler doesn't like it when I cook or something. Have I cooked here at all? No…hm, that will change soon. I'll do that for dinner. Yeah, now…what can I make for dinner? It's been a while I made a good lasagna meal and I bet Syler would like that! Yeah!

So, I finished up eating my cereal, cleaned up my mess, and made a second tea. While I waited, I hopped on gathering the ingredients, and started cooking in an apron saying, "Kiss the chef" sort of a thing. I made sure I wore the safety oven mitt or Syler would probably have a fit over that for whatever reason.

I forgot what it was like to be cooking on my own and how long it's been. I used to cook for my team until being a leader has gotten a little more serious now. I couldn't back down in something like that.

… … …

It's six o'clock and they still weren't back yet. Why were they out this long? Did Pamela really need a lot of material or was Syler addicted to shopping? I'd never know since I haven't exactly gone out shopping with him. Then again, Syler spent a month doing anything he wanted and seem to me, he was a regular billionaire as far as I know. Maybe it's one of those once in a while over doing with shopping.

Well, the food was still hot and I could keep the oven cooking it lowly. I prepared the table and set the stuff out.

"I bet they're going to be here before dinner hour is over, yeah." I told myself.

I couldn't believe I spent the entire day in the kitchen just to cook lasagna perfectly. I'm hungry since I only had a small lunch while making it.

… … …

Great, they're late coming home tonight. Well, might as well begin to have something to eat. I let the lasagna cooled down a bit and eat alone. It was very quiet today, but I never liked this moment. Maybe when I'm with Syler or really in the mood to be alone.

I started to think maybe this wasn't my type of my life. I was used to being busy, constantly on the go, on action, and thinking ahead to what villains could be up to and be prepared to their actions. Now? My life was revolving around Syler and Gari. It was strange, but selfish sort of. As if I was only being a hero with the people of my life instead of everyone on the planet. What kind of a hero was I?

"I'm Robin…" I muttered, "…I'm the boy wonder, former Batman's sidekick. Born to protect people and it's my duty. There's no time for relationship or nonsense. It's always training, fighting criminals, and save lives. Spare the innocents as much as possible." I told myself, but I sounded strong and stubborn.

I sighed. What of the boy everyone knows without my mask?

"I'm Dick Grayson and was a circus boy until both of my parents were murdered. Bruce Wayne adopted me to save my life and give me a life to live in. I become his son and to inherit everything from him. A boy no one has seen often, yet, they know me as the Flying Grayson."

Neither of the side looked comforting.

"Both side? I'm a stubborn, happy, strong, fighting, and proud Grayson. I've got a boyfriend and friends to count on. I still protect lives one way or another. It's always a mission with everything I do." I nodded.

By this time, I finished my second piece of the lasagna now. I turned the note around that Syler left and wrote a note for him. As I wrote:

Hey Syler,

I hoped you didn't mind I made lasagna. I wanted to do something while I waited for you guys were out. If it's cold when you're back, just reheat it in the oven for another ten to fifteen minutes. I hope you like it. If you came in very late, just put it away in the refrigerator. I should be sleeping by now. Alright, night and love you.

Love Dick

Maybe I should reconsider taking creative writing class or something. I shrugged and headed to bedroom. The pajamas were warm to snuggle up with and I yawned my head off. It felt like a long day somehow, but it was different, though.

Before I know it, I was totally wiped out for the night.