Robin looked skeptically at the yelping puppies tumbling all over each other. Definitely not Raven's kind, he thought.

"How about something more… subtle?" Robin asked the shopkeeper.

"Subtle?" the shopkeeper yawned, "You may as well get a fish."

Robin winced. That was a really cold joke, if the shopkeeper had meant it as one. He turned back to look at the yelping puppies. Then he noticed a little dachshund standing a little way back. It stared at Robin with his large, adorable brown eyes.

"I'll take this one."

They used to say that all girls liked dogs. Cute little puppies in particular. Raven ought to like this little critter. If she happened not to be allergic to dog fur, Robin thought and sighed inwardly when he remembered the turnip incident.

Robin carefully placed the dachshund into a little custom-made box with air holes. "Be good now, puppy. Don't pee on her." He crooned as he popped in some doggy treats. He could really grow to love the little guy. The puppy yelped and started on the treats.

Smiling broadly, he placed the box just outside Raven's room. But he quickly reconsidered when he saw Beast Boy coming down the corridor. The box would sick out like a sore thumb, and if one of the other titans does not open it when they see the box, he would castrate himself.

Finally he decided to give it to her personally. At least it would seem more sincere, or even romantic for that matter. Robin shut his eyes. Please don't mess up, he begged.

Tap.

Tap.

"Ow!"

Robin opened his eyes and realised the door was open, and Raven was rubbing her forehead. He went bright red.

"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly.

Raven shrugged it off. "What now, bird brain?" she teased, folding her arms across her chest.

"Well I got you this." He smiled, "Don't shake the box."

Raven nodded. "Thanks, I guess." She replied as she took the box. "Kinda heavy."

Robin grinned. "Bye Rae."

Do your stuff, puppy, he thought as he strolled away.

Raven put the box gently on the floor. She could have sworn she saw it move. "I wonder what Boy Blunder is up to again."

She carefully opened the box. As if on cue, the dachshund yelped happily when he saw her. Raven stared at it. "Aww, aren't you just the cutest thing." She cooed. "You're just perfect. Just perfect."

Robin happened to be listening outside. Success! Finally a plan that worked. He couldn't wait to see Raven's face when she came out. Score one for the puppy.

Soon, she slipped out, beaming. She went over to Robin and pecked him on the forehead. Robin gushed.

"Thanks for the puppy. Robin. It was just the thing I needed."

Robin's face glowed at the compliment. "Yeah, I know."

"I can't believe it. It was so obedient all the time. I can't believe I finally succeeded after so long."

"Succeeded? Doing what?" Robin's eye widened. "Oh my god, Raven. What did you do to that puppy?!"

"I used it in a spell. You don't expect me to keep it, do you? It'll wreck my room!"

Robin paled. "Wha…What spell?"

"The return spell. It required the soul of a cute furry animal. It was just the thing. Now I can return to Azarath even more easily."

Robin stared at her. "You killed it?!"

"Well, I sort of extracted the soul. Yeah, it's gone. But it's still intact. Wanna stuff it?" she asked coolly.

"…!!"

Raven raised her brow. "Calm down. Maybe it went to doggy heaven."

Robin sat down on his bed after he was done burying the dachshund corpse. Definitely not a good idea to get Raven a pet. In fact, it would be downright harmful. To the pet, that is. He took out his notebook and pondered for a while. Only two more days, and counting. All of a sudden, he had a brainwave. He jotted down: take Raven to Bruce Wayne's dance party.

Note: Sorry this took awhile. Next chappy coming up soon! R&R. Apologies to dog lovers. This is just a fic!