Robin slowly transitioned into a handstand from his spot on the floor. It had been two days since his last secret Santa gift. He didn't know whether to be thrilled or worried. Probably worried.

Just as he began to fully extend, his phone wrang. Expertly returning to a standing position, Robin picked his phone up of the floor. He couldn't help the smile that spread when he saw it was Alfred. "Hey, Al," Robin answered.

"Master Dick. I trust all is well with you. Master Bruce and I haven't heard from you in nearly a month."

"I'm doing fine, Alfred," Dick laughed.

"Just double checking that you will be spending Christmas with Master Bruce and I."

"Yep. And I'm bringing a teammate along."

"Oh?"

"Raven."

"A paramour?"

"No," Dick answered with an eye roll, "she's a teammate and a friend. A good friend," he repeated softly.

"If you say so, sir. Will she be staying in your room or-"

"Her own room, Alfred!" Dick exclaimed.

"If you're certain."

"I'm quite certain, Alfred," Dick groaned. "Just…we'll fly there on the 18th. She needs a dress for the gala."

"Willingly attending a gala, sir? She must be some friend indeed."

"Goodbye, Alfred," Dick said, ending the call with the butler. He couldn't deal with the snarky butler at the moment. But, he needed to plan an itinerary for their trip. Arriving a week early would give them a chance to relax, hang out, and go shopping for the Christmas Eve ball. He smiled to himself. Raven in a dress. That was going to be sight he couldn't wait to see. She'd probably be uncomfortable. She'd probably be too beautiful for words. "Um…Robin?" a sweet voice called from the doorway.

"Yeah, Star?" Robin asked, recognizing her voice.

"You have another delivery." Robin froze. He turned to look at the alien. "Again?" he asked in annoyance. Starfire only nodded. "Fine," Robin said, "I'll be up in 10." Robin sighed. He needed to find out who was messing with him and soon. He didn't know how much longer he could keep his sanity intact.

"There is no return address, Raven," Robin heard Cyborg say as he approached the common room doors.

"Well, we need to figure something out," he heard Raven say. "We don't need another…Slade thing," she whispered just as Robin entered the room. Raven's face paled. She probably thought Robin heard her. He had, but she didn't need to know that. "No Beast Boy and Starfire?" Robin joked.

"Beast Boy is at a game store, and Starfire literally just received a call from Speedy," Cyborg answered. "It's just us three."

"Okay. Raven, if you please," Robin motioned to the empath. She looked between him and the shipping box. "Me?" she pointed at herself. "Why me? It's not addressed to me."

"You scared?" Robin asked playfully.

"Are you?" Raven shot back. Robin smirked before stepping forward. "I'm guessing there is a card somewhere," Robin said.

"Cyborg already scanned it for fingerprints," Raven explained as she handed a card to him. Robin gently took it from her, thanking her. Raven gave him a small smile. "On the 10th Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me," Robin read aloud. "Well," he smiled at Raven, "shall we see what my true love gave to me?" Cyborg handed him a box cutter, which Robin used.

Robin then proceeded to pull out 10 objects, individually wrapped in wax paper. "What are those?" Cyborg stared at the 10 contents. Robin unwrapped one of the…things. Plastic wrap lay underneath the wax paper. Wrapped in the plastic was – "Is that a robin wearing a Santa hat?" Raven asked, leaning her body into Robin's as she tried to get a closer look. Robin tried not to think about all the other parts of Raven's soft body that might be pressing into his hard one. "Your true love gave you 10 robins wearing Santa hats?" she questioned with a cock of her head. Robin inhaled the sweet scents of vanilla and lilacs. Was that Raven's natural body scent or did she use bodywash? Robin cleared his throat before responding. "It appears so," Robin answered.

"Dude," Cyborg laughed, inspecting the little birdies further, "it's made out of rice krispies!"

"Maybe this person doesn't know you as well as we thought," Raven said, moving her body away from Robin's, much to his disappointment. "You hate sugar," Raven continued. She watched as Robin and Cyborg began unwrapping each item. "Ten robins wearing Santa hats," Raven smiled. "All edible. I think someone is trying to woo you," Raven looked at Robin, her face stoic but her eyes dancing in humor.

"I guess so," Robin gave her a slight smile.

"What are you going to do with – really Cyborg?" Raven glared at the older Titan who'd just taken a big bite out of one.

"What?" Cyborg asked with his mouth full. "I'm just making sure its edible." Raven rolled her eyes as Robin snickered. Robin then grabbed one and took a big bite out of it, too. "Robin!" Raven exclaimed in horror. "What are you doing? They could be poisonous."

"I doubt someone is trying to kill me with these gifts, Rae," he smiled.

"No, they're just trying to fatten you up before throwing you into an oven," she folded her arms. Robin rolled his eyes at the Hans and Gretel reference. "I'm going to shower this sweat off," he said. "Tell Starfire and Beast Boy they're welcome to them." Robin then left the room. Raven turned to Cyborg. "When did I become the only voice of reason on this team?" she asked him. Cyborg shrugged before finishing the treat. Raven only shook her head before leaving the room. She needed to meditate.

Raven stood in her room, lighting candles. She had finished meditating hours ago. She decided to spend the rest of the night relaxing in her room, hence the only source of light being the multiple candles lit, and the full moon in the sky. Someone knocked on her door, just as she finished lighting the last candle. Raven reached out with her powers. It was Robin…or Richard, as he was mask-less. "Come in," she invited him into her sanctuary. "Yes?" she asked with a tilt of her head. Richard stepped into her room. "We haven't seen you in 5 hours," he said as he scanned her body from head to toe.

Richard tried not to notice what she was wearing, but he couldn't help it. She was in a cami and shorts; her hair was half-way to waist. "I was meditating," she crossed her arms. "It's good to see you're not dead…yet," she said.

"I just want to make sure we're okay."

"Why wouldn't we be?" Raven asked with a shrug before returning to her bed.

"I get the sense that I've upset you," Richard slowly approached her.

"No, it's not that," Raven said grabbing a pillow. Richard stood before her bed, studying her silently. "I know you heard what I said about Slade," Raven said, gesturing for Richard to sit across from her. "I didn't mean…"

"Raven, it's okay. I know how obsessive I can be."

"I'm just worried," Raven said. "You don't know who's sending these…presents to you. You'll probably start looking for him or her or them. You'll get so invested in your research- "

"Raven," Richard held her hand comfortingly, "I will not become obsessed."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you've been in my head. I know if I get in too deep, you'll be there to pull me out." Raven gave his hand a friendly squeeze. "I still think you shouldn't eat weird things in boxes that come from anonymous senders. The old Richard would agree with me."

"I still agree with you," he said. "But what if it someone having harmless fun. I mean, the candy apples were delicious. So were with the robin rice krispie treats. You would know that if you tried one."

"No," Raven laughed. "Like I said, it wasn't addressed to me. Obviously, it's for you to enjoy."

"I don't mind sharing," his blue eyes held her violet eyes.

"That's okay," Raven smiled. "Besides, I don't like cherry."

"Cherry?" Richard asked.

"The red chest on the robins. They're cherry flavored."

"I thought you didn't try them. How would you know that?" Richard asked.

"Cyborg told me," Raven shrugged a shoulder. "He shoved the entire thing in his mouth when you left the room. It was disgusting." Richard laughed. "He may have inhaled even more after I left."

"Probably," Richard smiled. "So, are we still good for Gotham? You still coming with me?"

"Of course," Raven blushed slightly. "I would never pass up the chance to see where pauper Richard became rich Dick." Richard smiled and laughed. "But when do we leave? You haven't told me," Raven said, "and what are we going to do while we're there? Do I really have to attend that stupid gala?"

"Yes," Richard smiled, shifting into a more comfortable position on Raven's bed, "and Alfred will be so disappointed if you're a no show."

"But…I'll have to do those fancy dances," Raven replied, wrinkling her nose.

"Fancy dances?"

"Ballroom dances."

"No one is going to ask you to do the rumba," Richard smiled. "It's just a simple waltz."

"I don't know how to waltz," Raven frowned.

"Well," Richard smiled as he stood from her bed. "I guess I'll just have to teach you." He held his hand out for Raven to take. "You want to teach me now?" Raven asked, feeling unsure of herself.

"No better time like the present," Richard grinned. "Come on," he coaxed, waggling his fingers.

"Fine," Raven huffed, placing her hand in his. "But don't get mad at me if I step on your feet," she added as Richard pulled her close.

"I think I can survive you stepping on my toes."

"Fine," Raven mumbled as Richard began teaching her to waltz.

"You're going to be a professional by the time I'm through with you," he smirked.

"If you say so," Raven scoffed. "If you say so."

The dark figure paced up and down, nibbling on fingernails nervously. Robin would be leaving for Gotham soon. He said they would have enough time. Clearly, he misjudged Richard's eagerness to go home.

The dark figure began rushing to make the next gift, realizing the timetable had just been accelerated.