Richard lay on his bed, staring at his ceiling, the ballet tickets in hand. A gift for you and the one you love. It was Raven. Of course, it was Raven. Raven was the one he loved. But who was sending him these…gifts? He or she knew so much about him; they had to know he was in love with Raven. Raven was his…girl. He knew that. Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Starfire knew it. Raven…may or may not know it. But…he looked back at the ballet tickets in his hand. The thought of asking Raven to the ballet made him nauseated, and he didn't know why. Richard had never shied away from speaking to girls…any girl. Not even Starfire. But he was older now. This wasn't puppy love. This was Raven. Raven was…Raven was special. He couldn't mess this up. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. His brain felt…foggy. Maybe he needed a change of scenery. "Yo, Rob," Richard heard from the other side of the door. It was Cyborg. "Yeah, Cy," Richard called out.

"The crew and I are going into town. Starfire wants to go to the mall. There's a new bookstore in town Raven is going to hit up. I'm going to the game store. And Beast Boy said something about a ballerina named Chelsea, Kelsey, and some other chick. You want anything?"

"I'm good. Probably going to train."

"Of course. See ya, man."

"Later." Richard listened as the half-metal man's clunky footsteps echoed down the empty hall. After a few minutes, Richard searched for his phone, hitting speed dial. "Hello?" an old man's voice answered.

"Alfred, hey," Richard said.

"Master Dick. How are you, sir?"

"I'm good. And you don't have to call me sir."

"So, you've said, sir." Richard smiled. "I just want to let you know, instead of the 18th, Raven and I will probably be there on the 15th or 16th. I really need a break from Jump City."

"Ah, so you've shared your feelings with Miss Roth."

"Uh…no," Richard answered.

"And why not?" Alfred asked.

"I…you know. Timing…and crime is – the full moon – "Richard slapped his forehead.

"Wow," Alfred said. Richard could tell the old man was laughing at him. "Would you like to try that again, sir?"

"No," Richard smiled. "Every time I think about telling her, I throw up a little in my mouth."

"Woah! You really like this young lady."

"Any advice?"

"You jump off buildings without parachutes, Master Dick. Telling Miss Roth how you feel should be a breeze."

"So, you have no advice for me," Richard said.

"Just be honest, Master Dick."

"But what if she doesn't reciprocate my feelings?"

"And what if she does?"

"What if she doesn't?" Richard shot back.

"How will you know if you don't tell her?" Richard didn't answer. "You said she agreed to come to Gotham with you. Correct?"

"Yes," Richard answered.

"Then do what Master Bruce taught you to do."

"Huh?" was what came from Richard's mouth.

"Master Dick, work with me, please. It was after he told you about sex."

"Oh! You're saying I should woo her."

"How you're able to lead a team of superheroes is beyond me."

"I'd rather fight Killer Croc than deal with emotions any day."

"Yes, I know. So, I'll be seeing you in approximately 3 – 4 days? I will tell Master Bruce. Should I prepare a guest room, or will she be sharing your bed, sir?"

"Guestroom, Alfred!" Richard exclaimed. He felt his face heat up.

"As you wish, sir," Alfred replied calmly. Richard could tell the butler was smirking. "Goodbye, Master Grayson."

"Bye, Alfred," Richard pinched the bridge of his nose as he ended the call. Alfred could be so…uh…not helpful sometimes. Richard shot to his feet. He needed to hit something. He opened his bedroom door, almost tripping over something on the floor. "What the…?" he muttered to himself. He blindly reached for the light switch.

Looking down, Richard saw a medium-sized box sitting on the floor. What is this and how'd it get here? Richard picked the box up. Before he opened it, he noticed another one about 3 feet away. This had to be a prank. "Beast Boy," he growled. Another box sat on the floor 3 feet from the second box. It continued until Richard was holding 8 boxes on his arms. He entered the Common Room with his arms full, the lights turning on automatically.

He set the boxes down on the couch. Eight shoe boxes. He didn't have to be a mystic to know where this was going. Richard opened the first box and nearly laughed. A pair of Superman high-tops. He opened the next shoe box. Another pair of Superman high-tops designed differently from the first pair. Richard opened the boxes one at a time. In each shoebox was a pair of Superman high-tops, all designed differently. Richard shook his head in humor. He could only imagine Bruce's annoyance when he showed up to Wayne Manor wearing a pair of Superman sneakers.

Richard didn't have to try any of them on to know they all fit his feet. He sat on the couch, searching each box for a note of some kind. He found one taped to the bottom of the last shoebox. Couldn't find 8 maids milking, so here are 16 Superman sneakers. Richard smirked at the note with only one thought in his head. How the hell had someone managed to sneak 8 pairs of sneakers into the Tower without setting off a single alarm?

The nervous habit of biting one's own nails had returned. The figure had just received a message saying the Boy Wonder would be headed to Gotham in the next three or four days. This wasn't good. The figure paced, staring at the remaining gifts stacked neatly against the wall. Days 7, 6, and 5 would have to be done consecutively. That would bring them to the 15th. Who knew what the Boy Wonder's schedule would be like in Gotham? And he wouldn't be travelling alone. The figure fell to the floor. Why was all this suddenly so difficult?