Richard replayed security footage while reclining in bed. He'd been at it for nearly five hours, and his eyes were beginning to burn. But he needed to know where these gifts were coming from and who was sending them. He was beyond frustrated. There was nothing there, at least, that's what his eyes were saying. His subconscious or gut kept telling him that something was there; he just wasn't seeing it. "What am I missing?" he whispered to himself. He refused to give up. He was going to figure out the identity of this secret admirer if this was the last thing he did.

The being looked at the time. It was 3:00 a.m. on the 13th. They were running out of time. The being paced anxiously. Doing this in Gotham would be difficult and risky, but necessary. She already contacted him. He assured her that everything had been taken care of – everything she needed would be provided in Gotham. The figure looked out the window of the Tower, breathing a sigh of relief as she ended the call. Everything would be fine. What was the worst that could happen?

Two days had gone by with no gifts. Richard didn't know whether to be relieved or worried. He was leaning towards the latter. However, the worry he felt always disappeared whenever Raven was nearby. For that reason, he had spent the last two days following her around like a lost puppy. Cyborg said it was pathetic; Starfire told him his pining was cute, and Beast Boy not so subtly laughed at him every chance he got. Raven, for her part, didn't seem to mind Richard's constant presence. This is why he now sat on her bed, watching as she finished packing. "What time do you want to head out?" Raven asked as she folded her last T-shirt.

"Bruce said the plane should be at the private airport in about 2 hours," Richard answered. "Is that okay?" He looked at her small suitcase. "And is that all you're taking with you?"

"I don't exactly have a lot of civilian attire," Raven stated shyly. "Besides, how long will we be in Gotham?"

"As long as you want," Richard answered, completely mesmerized by her slowly reddening cheeks.

"Huh?" Raven looked at him questioningly.

"I mean," Richard shook himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in, "at least until after Christmas." Raven nodded as her leader stood from the bed. "I'm going to start saying my good-byes," Richard said, "you know who dramatic those three can be." Raven nodded in understanding. "I just want to add a few more things," she said, "but I'll meet you out there." Richard smiled once more before exiting her room. As for Raven, she inhaled deeply as soon as the door closed behind Richard. She could do this. No need to panic. If he didn't like her, he wouldn't have asked her to join him in Gotham…right? Right?

Exactly 2 hours later, Raven was sitting by the window in a private jet window. Her heart was racing in her chest. Richard had sat in the seat right next to her, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She had to keep muttering her mantra beneath her breath to keep from accidentally blowing something up. She woefully thought of her cloak. Oh, to have a hoodie to hide her face under. "Excuse me, sir," a male flight attendant walked up to her and Richard. "These were dropped off for you nearly two hours ago." He stepped aside, allowing another attendant to place three gift bags on the table in front of Richard and Raven. "Also, the pilot said we will be taking off shortly."

"Thanks," Richard eyeing the presents warily. "Wait!" Richard stopped the attendant from leaving. "Do you know who delivered…those?"

"I honestly do not know, sir. It was a flower delivery man who handed them to me. I believe there is a card in one of the bags."

"Oh," Richard replied disappointedly. "Thanks anyway." The flight attendant gave a slight nod before walking to the back of the plane. Raven stared curiously at the Christmas-themed decorated bags sitting across from them. "Are you going to open them?" she asked, looking at Richard out the corner of her eye.

"I don't know if I should," Richard shifted uncomfortably.

"Why not?" Raven frowned.

"I'm not sure if I want to know what's in them."

"I think it's safe to assume that these are from your secret admirer."

"I know," Richard shot her look.

"A secret admirer who doesn't seem to want to harm you."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"We don't know what your secret admirer looks like," Raven stated.

"You know what I mean." The two Titans sat in comfortable silence. It wasn't until after the jet was in the air, that Raven unbuckled her seatbelt. Looking around, making sure the coast was clear, she discreetly used her powers to shift through the presence. "What are you doing?" Richard asked curiously.

"The flight attendant said there was a card in one of the bags," Raven answered.

"You can sense which bag the card is in?" Richard looked at her skeptically.

"Shush. I'm concentrating." After another minute, Raven said, "Found it." A small, white envelop landed in front of Richard. Raven turned to him expectantly. "Fine," Richard relented. Opening the envelope, he read the note that was inside. "I couldn't find 6 geese a-layin' anything. How about 6 giant kisses? What?" He reached for the closest bag. His eyes widened at what he saw. "Holy crap!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a giant chocolate candy.

"Is that a giant chocolate kiss?" Raven asked, wide-eyed. She quickly grabbed a gift bag and pulled out 2 giant, chocolate kisses. "Woah," she said, watching as Richard opened the other gift.

Moments later, 6 brightly wrapped, giant pieces of chocolate sat on the table in front of them. "This is a lot of chocolate," Raven said. Richard frowned. "How did they get here?" he asked.

"The flight attendant said- "

"No, I know that," Richard interrupted Raven not unkindly, "I mean, how does he or she also know about Bruce's private airport?"

"I didn't even think of that," Raven turned to look at him with large eyes. "Should we be worried? Should Bruce be worried?"

"I honestly think I'm going to have to wait until the first day of Christmas to figure this out," Richard said, clearly miffed. Someone was toying with him. "Well, it has to be someone close to you or Bruce, right?" Raven asked.

"If that is the case," Richard huffed, "someone is playing a really annoying joke."

"Alfred?" Raven suggested with a shrug.

"Maybe," Richard scoffed.

"Well, what are you going to do with these?" Raven motioned towards the candy with her head.

"You want one?" Richard asked.

"As much as I love chocolate," Raven said, "those candies have to weigh at least 3 pounds each. I can't eat it."

"I'll give it to Alfred," Richard smiled, "he'll know what to do with 18 pounds of chocolate."