Stacey and Damian walked up to her apartment door a day later. They were happy to see each other again, even exchanging a little something too. Damian gave her a pink bracelet he found in a cereal box. He didn't think it was much, but it meant the world to her. Instead of giving him something, she had a surprise for him.

"What kind of surprise is it?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.

"A big surprise." She smiled in return. She grabbed a key out from her pocket, and opened the door. "It's in my room."

They walked inside, and Stacey shut it behind her, and proceeded to her room. Along the way, Damian couldn't stop thinking about the accident.

If I didn't save her, she would have been dead. I wouldn't be seeing her today, and I wouldn't be with her ever. She'd be dead. I'd never want her to die. Ever.

He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about that kind of stuff.

Stacey looked back at him. "Are you okay?"

He shrugged. "Well, you almost died yesterday."

Stacey. "But Batman and Robin saved me. I'm fine. Now look!" She opened the door, and clawing at the door was a white cat. It was snow white, and had piercing blue eyes.

"He's new to the family. I wanted you to be the first to see him."

He looked at it, and smirked. "You would have a cat."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It fits your personality."

"Oh." She smiles, and he grins back. It was nice to see her smile again.

"What's its name?"

"He doesn't have one. I want you to help me name him."

"Oh…" He scratched his head. "Well, do you have any ideas?"

"It has to have meaning. He can't be a Robert, or something."

"I don't know… it's-" Stacey glares at him. "he's fluffy. Call him Fluffy."

"No! Something else!"

"Michelangelo? DeVinci? Picasso?"

"…No. Those names are already taken."

"Well, what do you want to think about when you see this cat?"

"My heroes." She simply states.

"And that would be?"

"Batman and Robin."

"Oh." He looked down, blushing a bit. After a couple seconds, he looks up. "So-"

"Red." Stacey says. "His name will be Red."

"Why?"

"Because… pink is my favorite color, and the closest color to it is red, which is a color on Robin's costume… and your face." She stood up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He shakes his head, the blush in his cheeks now gone. "His name is Red."

"I can get him a Red color too!" She squeals. "I have to go call my mom, I'll be right back!" She bounds out of her room, leaving Damian with Red.

Red hisses at him, and Damian snarls back. "It's because of me you have a name, you mangy cat."

For the rest of the day, Stacey held that cat in her arms. Damian would glare at it occasionally when Stacey wasn't looking. He hated cats. And he always will… sort of.