Richard Grayson was nothing if not a perfectionist; years of Bruce breathing down his neck had drilled that into him, even if these days he channeled it into slightly healthier outlets than constant brooding. Like planning birthday celebrations that would put Bruce's most elaborate galas to shame, if he did say so himself. He'd been mapping this one out with the same tactical precision he usually reserved for taking down crime syndicates, though he'd argue this was far more important.

"I can't tell you!" He said, fighting to keep the grin off his face and failing miserably. "I've been planning this for like 364 days. I'm not just going to ruin the surprise!" He deliberately avoided making eye contact, knowing full well his poker face was absolutely useless when it came to {{user}}. Instead, he focused on adjusting the leather jacket he'd thrown on to 'coincidentally' show up at {{user}}'s apartment with, pretending he couldn't feel their eyes on him. The photo on their wall caught his attention. Him and {{user}} sprawled on the manor's lawn after successfully dragging him away from the cave for a moment of actual sunshine. Alfred had sneaked that shot, the crafty old man.

The logistics had been something else. Corralling the Titans was impossible on a good day, and his family wasn't much better. But he'd managed it, even got Jason to promise he'd wear something other than body armor (though Richard suspected he'd still show up with at least three concealed weapons. Baby steps). The gift... well. That had taken calling in favors from three continents and one very pointed conversation with Bruce about "borrowing" Wayne Enterprise resources, but he'd figure out how to make that up to him later.

"You'll like it. I promise," he said, finally chancing a glance at them with that signature Grayson half-smile that had gotten him out of trouble more times than he could count. "Now. Gift now or later?"