Edited: 1/21/2017

A flash of light cut through the darkness as a computerized voice broke the silence, Recognized: Robin B01. Robin entered the seemingly deserted Mountain, blinking as his eyes adjusted from the flash. With the absence of any greeting from a cheerful Martian or an overeager speedster, he was set immediately on edge. He glanced around and noticed that though it was dark, it wasn't pitch black. So, someone had to be here. The lights where only lit near the entrance to the entertainment room, seeming to lead him to where they wanted him to go.

Robin smiled. Given the date, he had a feeling he knew what was going on. Ever since Megan learned when his birthday was- thanks Wally- she had been planning a surprise birthday party for him. He discovered this when she stumbled through an excuse as to why he couldn't help her in the kitchen yesterday. She was sweet, but she was a horrible liar. In fact, none of his friends were very good liars, besides Batgirl and Superboy.

Batgirl had never been easy to read, but Robin knew Barbara so well by now that he could read her like a book. It went both ways. Like when she was in deep concentration mode, her brows would furrow and she would get this cute little dimple in the middle of her forehead. She'd have this determination in her eyes, like she was going to solve the world's problems if she just thought a little harder. He smiled as a warm feeling ran through him and he was suddenly very happy. He felt like he could take on every villain in Gotham and still be home in time for dinner. He always felt this way when he thought of Barbara. He hoped she would be here today.

His mind switched over to Superboy, the other person he had trouble reading. The clone could rival Batman in the poker-face department and he was new at emotions. He hasn't had a lot of time to experience all of them. One would think because of that, he's emotions would be all over the place. It was quite the opposite. He was a rock. Robin had no doubt that Conner felt them, he just didn't know how to process them. Anger, however, Conner had perfected. Robin absently rubbed his chest. Their first encounter had left him with a giant foot-shaped bruise on his torso. Now, Conner held his emotions back, afraid that the was going to hurt someone if he got too excited. Robin made a mental note to work with him on that.

He opened the door to the dark entertainment room and his ears picked up rustling. Suddenly, the lights switched on. He blinked as a chorus of 'surprises' hit his ears. He smiled at his team. They were all here along with their mentors and a few other members of the League.

"What's the occasion?" He asked grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Really, Robin?" Artemis said with her hands on her hips. "It's your birthday."

"Is it now?" He teased. "I had no idea."

She rolled her eyes at him. She was like the big sister and he was the annoying little brother. No matter how annoying he was, she loved him anyway.

Wally sped over and put him in a headlock. Robin knew a dozen different ways to get out of this hold, but he figured he let Wally have his fun today. "Your getting older is just making you dumber." He teased ruffling the little bird's hair.

Robin pushed him away and attempted to fix his hair.

"That makes no sense." Artemis said.

"It's not supposed to Arty." Wally retorted.

Artemis opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't want to start an argument on Robin's birthday, so she slugged in the arm instead.

Wally's 'ow' was ignored as Megan hugged Robin tightly. "Happy Birthday, Robin!"

He returned the hug. "Thanks Miss M. The party's great." They pulled apart and Megan blushed.

Wally gapped at him, "You knew?! Wait, what am I saying? Of course, you knew." He said with a playful shake of his head. Robin just smirked.

Kaldur stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Even so, I am honored to be able to share this day with you, my friend."

"Same here," Robin smiled.

"Alright, stop hogging the Birthday Boy." Batgirl said pushing into their little circle. Robin's smile grew wider and he stomach suddenly started housing butterflies. She stood there in a purple shirt, black jacket, skinny jeans, and black ballet flats. Her hair was pulled back in a neat pony-tail and dark sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose. He was a little disappointed he couldn't see her baby blues, but she looked good anyway. Then again, she looked good in whatever she wore. Whether it was the slimming purple dress she wore to the most recent charity ball or if she was in her pajamas and hair rollers, he always found her beautiful.

"You came!" he exclaimed.

Barbara rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. "Of course, I did. I wouldn't miss the opportunity to embarrass you in front of your friends." Robin chuckled. She slapped a party hat on his head and pulled him toward the center table. "Come on, pixie-boots. Blow out your candles so we can party."