Robin x Starfire

(You know you're getting old when your domestic fluff consist of conversations about real estate and home-buying.

Set sometime after the prompt for "Firsts", once again going a couple years into my post-canon fanon timeline.)

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Peering at the real estate listings her husband had printed out from the web, Kory gave a little scrunch of her eyebrows in confusion.

"Dick?" she called, hefting Mar'i a little higher on her hip. "Why are there some listings for properties in Gotham among the papers here?"

From the Tower's kitchen, where he was scrubbing at a very stubborn stain on the counter, her husband gave a very tired sigh, running fingers through his messy, not-yet-geled hair.

A Teen Titans fanfiction for @robxstar event RobStar week 2026 day 4 Gotham/Jump City. I made a reference to the Batman: The Animated Series episode Old Wounds.

Robstar Week Day 3, July 19th: Denial

This scene in Tokyo, I feel, captures Robin’s strongest moment of denial. Denial of his feelings, denial of their love, and the denial of what was shared between them. Robin and Starfire both knew of their love for each other. Starfire wanted it and was ready, Robin denied. I felt this moment is really beautifully represented through the bridge of “Steady” by Bella Kay. So here is an edit of what I felt went through their heads in this moment!

A Teen Titans fanfiction for @robxstar event RobStar week 2026 day 2 trust/fidelity.

Weekend is over so I don't think I'll be doing anymore prompts :') But I desperately want to write something for the Mythological AU so I'll still try to get it done even if it's late! @robxstar

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There was comfort in the familiar ambiance of the Manor. The grandfather clock. The scent of polish and old books. The impossible quiet after months of Titans Tower, where someone was always arguing, laughing, or accidentally exploding something.

Dick sat at the dining table, sipping a cup of coffee while turning the pages of the Gotham newspaper.

As much as he tried to get out of visiting his old home, he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that enjoyed being here. Even if Jump felt more like home now, he would always be a little fond of his adopted home.

He heard Alfred’s footsteps approach as he entered the dining room with a polished silver tray in hand.

“Some toast, Master Richard?” he asked, setting a rolled-up newspaper in front of Dick.

“Thanks, Alfred, but you know I can make my breakfast by myself.”

“Of that, I am aware, Master Richard,” he said offhandedly whilst placing the toast beside Dick’s coffee.

Dick chuckled as the older gentleman walked away, unrolling the Jump City newspaper he had delivered.

Dick figured that Bruce would be keeping tabs on his city, so it was no surprise that he had a subscription to have their paper delivered. It also meant that Dick could read it any time he was away from them. Even if he had access to the communicator and the Titans’ network, having that piece of Jump City with him still made him feel a little less homesick.

He opened the paper and began scanning the news.

New mayor to be elected soon; campaigns running in earnest.

The new baby hippo born at the zoo; mum is in good condition.

Jump Elementary breaks new records for reading scores.

Dick smiled.

He had quickly become fond of this city. Its citizens and their vast potential. He turned the page again and saw a spread of the Titans at their recent visit to the newly unveiled Jump Botanical Gardens.

The photograph had caught them all in a chaotic moment.

Beast Boy was making faces at something or someone out of the frame. Raven looked deeply unimpressed with everything surrounding her. Cyborg was holding his belly, laughing at whatever Beast Boy had done.

Starfire stood in the middle of them all, smiling sweetly at the camera.

Dick frowned.

“Who took this?”

Alfred, who had returned to refill his coffee, glanced down.

“The photographer, I believe.”

“No, I mean…” Dick gestured to the picture. “I don't even remember them taking this.”

Dick looked a little closer, Alfred peering over his shoulder.

Robin stood next to Beast Boy in the background. He wasn't looking at the camera.

He was looking at Starfire.

His expression was...soft.

He quickly turned the page and set the newspaper aside.

“Interesting article?” Alfred asked.

“It was just about the Botanical Gardens,” Dick grumbled, smearing butter on his toast.

“And yet you seemed rather engrossed by the accompanying photograph.”

Dick took a bite of toast.

“I was checking to make sure Beast Boy wasn't doing anything embarrassing.”

“How responsible.”

Dick nodded and reached for his coffee.

Alfred picked up the abandoned newspaper.

“Oh my.”

“What?”

“It appears the photographer was quite fortunate.”

Dick looked up despite himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The lighting is excellent.”

Dick relaxed.

“And,” Alfred continued mildly, “he has managed to capture you looking at Miss Starfire with remarkable affection.”

Dick froze, coffee halfway to his mouth.

“That’s not affection.”

“No?”

“I was just...looking in her direction.”

“I see.”

“She just happened to be standing there.”

“Directly in front of your gaze, yes.”

Dick set his mug down, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Alfred, there is nothing to read into.”

Alfred folded the newspaper neatly.

“Of course.”

He placed the folded newspaper on the table and simply stood beside Dick, staring resolutely at the wall ahead of them. Dick looked up at him and narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

“I believe, Master Richard, that denial is a river in Egypt."

Dick glared at him, catching the slight smirk that crept on the butler’s face.

“I’m not denying anything, Alfred.”

Alfred nodded, “I believe that you believe so, sir.”

Silence settled between them as neither was willing to back down.

Dick broke first, huffing as he sank into his chair.

“Just say what you want to say, Alfred.”

Alfred lowered his gaze to the teenager and spoke softly.

“I merely wish to acknowledge that you are quite taken with Miss Starfire - ”

Dick groaned and buried his face in his hands.

“ - and that there is no shame in harbouring a crush.”

“I don't have a crush on Starfire,” Dick groaned into his hands.

Alfred nodded with perfect seriousness.

“Very good, sir.”

Dick sighed, lowering his hands but refusing to meet Alfred’s eyes.

“We’re just friends, Al.”

“A splendid foundation for a relationship.”

Dick let out another exasperated sigh and looked squarely into the old gentleman’s kind eyes.

“Alfred.”

“Master Richard.”

“I do not have feelings for her.”

Alfred looked down at Dick with a soft smile.

“Master Richard, every time I have known someone insist, repeatedly, that they do not have a crush…” Alfred straightened the silver tray under his arm. “…they have invariably been quite hopelessly in love.”

Dick’s eyes widened.

“I’m not in love with her!”

Alfred ignored the outburst and began making his way out of the dining room.

“If it is any consolation, Master Richard…” he said as he walked away. “…I find that you have excellent taste.”

Dick pushed himself out of his chair, calling after Alfred’s receding figure.

“I’m not in love with her!”

When Alfred had disappeared from view, Dick collapsed back into his chair. He opened the newspaper again and looked back down at the photograph.

Before he realised it, the corner of his own mouth had begun to lift.

He shook the smile from his face the moment he noticed it.

"...It's still not a crush," he muttered.

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the pedal's down, my eyes are closed

Robin has a secret. He still isn't totally convinced he got away with it. He still thinks Slade may have been pretending not to know this whole time and that he might wrench open the door to Robin's bedroom any moment now, sneering, "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" But he's almost sure his secret is safe here, under his covers and closed inside his fist: a scrap of vivid purple fabric from Starfire's outfit.

Written for RobStar Week 2026, Day 3: Denial

I had way too much fun with this one. Happy day 2! @robxstar

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Nightwing gave himself one last look in the mirror. The suit fit fine, even with his Nightwing suit underneath it. Props to Alfred for always taking care of his tailoring needs, even when he was miles away.

He fussed with his hair, but the unruly mess refused to cooperate.. It had grown out a bit more than usual so it flopped forward in front of his mask. He’d long since abandoned the gel routine and was content with letting it fall naturally. He gave it one more ruffle and decided the unkempt look was the way to go. He sighed.

Let’s just get this over with.

He huffed as he stepped out of his room, stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way to the common room. He was early so at least he could relax a bit while the others got ready. Maybe play some video games to pass the time.

The event was meant to be pretty glam. A charity ball for celebrities and philanthropists across the country held to celebrate and support their little city. The Titans had received an invitation at the beginning of the year and there had been months of back and forth between the members about whether or not they should go. 

Starfire and Beast Boy were all for it. After all, they were kind of the face of the team when it came to charity work and volunteering.. The hospital had developed a program just for them to visit children every month and both the fire brigade and police force ran youth programs with Starfire as their surprise guest to visit schools. 

Even Raven got on board as she understood the importance of having been part of mental health programs for Jump’s disadvantaged communities. More funds would allow her to gain access to more resources and extend her reach to people in need. Maybe even build her own clinic.

Naturally, Cyborg came around too. The head of tech start-ups were expected to turn up so there was an opportunity for networking.

And therein lay the problem for Nightwing. These things were a magnet for the rich and famous to network to their heart’s content. And no one was richer or more famous than a certain Bruce fucking Wayne. 

He groaned. The chance of having to interact with Bruce as his vigilante self was not one that he relished. He was praying to any and all gods that he could just avoid him. But knowing Bruce, he’d find a way to sneak in an interaction.

He pulled at his tie, feeling as though it was getting tighter the more he thought about the event.

Maybe there'll be an alert. I get ‘attacked’. Suit's ruined. Shame. Can't exactly attend a gala in tights.

...Alfred would murder me.

He abandoned that thought quickly.

I could dislocate my shoulder. I’ve done that before. Shouldn’t be too hard. I can just pretend I was tripped and then -

“Nightwing?”

He swiveled to find Starfire’s head peeping out of her room. 

“Oh, Nightwing! I have been waiting for someone to walk past.”

He looked closer at her and noticed that her shoulders were bare, her hair cascading behind them in loose waves. Without seeing the rest of her, one could easily assume that she was naked. Nightwing gulped.

“Please, I am having some trouble zipping up my dress. Can you do it?”

He felt his feet move before his brain caught up to answer.

“Uh…yeah, sure. ‘Course I can.”

Starfire smiled before disappearing back into her room.

When Nightwing stepped into the room, he fought hard not to react to the scene in front of him. Starfire stood before him, swooping her hair to the front of one shoulder to present her back to him. She wore a purple strapless, tight-fitting dress that she held up to her chest with one hand.

The door closed behind him.

He froze.

The zip on the back of her dress was done up half way.

“The zip seems to be caught.”

He stepped forward, unsure of himself. 

“Um…yeah, I can get this, just let me…”

He pinched the zip with one hand and rested his other gently on the small of Starfire's back to keep the dress taut. 

He fought to keep his focus on the zip. He couldn’t let his eyes wander. Not up where her bare shoulders shimmered in the moonlight coming in from the window. Or down to see how well the dress hugged her form. Nope, just straight on the zipper.

“Star, I don’t think it’s gonna close,” Nightwing said, defeated.

Starfire sighed and turned slightly so that he could see her profile. 

“I thought this might be an issue. No matter, I have another. Can you please unzip me?”

Oh shit. 

His eyes dropped to the zipper.

Do zippers always go that low?

He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, sure.”

He slowly pulled the zipper down, trying not to follow the contours of her body and definitely not looking at the exposed skin of her back.

Before he could even reach the end of the tantalizing trail, Starfire moved away from him, dropping the dress to the ground and stepping out from it.

Nightwing’s brain froze.

Lace. 

Strapless bra.

A thong.

Black.

His neurons clicked.

“Gah! Starfire!” he yelled out, shifting his gaze towards the wall to his right.

“Yes?” he heard her say, completely unaffected by their circumstances.

“I don’t - I didn’t - Don’t you want me to leave before you get changed?” 

He could hear her opening her wardrobe and rustling clothes and hangers.

“Nightwing, you have seen me in swimming attire, I do not see how this is any different.”

“I mean, yeah, but - “

Nightwing felt his face flush.

“Friends don’t usually walk around in their underwear in front of each other.”

He could hear fabric rustling as Starfire pulled out of the wardrobe what he assumed was another dress.

“You and the boys walk around topless quite often. I do not see the point in hiding my form from you.”

Nightwing was speechless. 

He let his eyes fall down towards the discarded dress on the floor, defeated. He stared at the purple fabric on the floor. Similar colour to her uniform, but covered in sequins that shimmered in the moonlight.

Nightwing dreaded how many people would be staring at her if she had worn that.

He wouldn’t admit that he’d be one of them.

He listened intently to her movements. He heard her unzip another dress.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

He couldn’t help it. He blamed it on his very well developed peripheral vision.

He caught her as she held the dress down in front of her, stepping her legs into it. 

Black. 

Just like her underwear. 

She drew the dress higher, rolling her hips as the silk clung to the curve of her waist before gliding over it.

Nightwing’s eyes widened before he pried them away. He could feel his palms getting sweaty.

How did I get into this position?

Starfire walked back to him, standing where she did before, over the old purple dress.

Nightwing lifted his head up towards her as she moved her hair, presenting her back to him again.

This dress was similar in style to the first one, but this one was plain silk, swaying as Starfire moved. Nightwing ignored the fact that it seemed tighter than the other one.

How was this dress both better and worse than the last?

Nightwing held his breath.

Her shoulders were exposed, as was her whole back, save for the strap of her bra.

The zipper hung low, just above her glutes. 

She had back dimples.

Nightwing bit his lip.

“Nightwing?”

He jolted back to awareness.

“Right,” he said sheepishly, zipping up the dress smoothly and lamenting losing the previous view.

Starfire smoothed the silk down over herself, and before he could stop himself, his eyes followed the slow path of her hands. She swept her hair over one shoulder before turning to him with a reassuring smile.

“I have no qualms with you seeing me in my underwear, Nightwing,” she said, stepping away from him.

“You are my best friend, after all. I trust you with my life. Why would I not trust you with my body?.”

Nightwing coughed at that, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Um, yeah, thanks Star.”

Best friend.

Sure.

Starfire’s face fell before contemplating him.

“May I ask you a question?”

“Sure, Star.”

She walked away to pick up a brush and began brushing her hair in front of her mirror. Nightwing finally got a proper look at her. Her long hair draped over her back, the black dress hugging tightly as she moved. With the moon shining on her, she looked almost ethereal. Goddess-like.

“Many of our friends have begun to address me as Kory,” she began. “I had told you quite some time ago of my birth name.”

Her eyes locked onto him in the reflection. 

“Why do you not use it?”

Nightwing was genuinely surprised at the question.

“I guess I’m just so used to calling you Starfire. Do you want me to call you Kory?”

Starfire put her brush down and turned back to him, smiling as she stepped towards him.

“I do not mind what you call me, I simply wished for you to know that I trust you.”

Nightwing smiled, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Noted. And for the record…I like ‘Kory’. It suits you.”

Nightwing watched as her eyes sparkled and a loose strand of her hair fell over her shoulder as she giggled sweetly.

Nightwing paused, looking down to think for some time.

“Is something wrong?”

He lifted his face to meet her eyes.

“No, I just thought…since you trust me with your name, it would only be fair that I trust you with mine.”

Starfire’s eyes widened, her hands lifting slightly in response.

“Oh, you do not have to Nightwing, I know you greatly value your privacy - ”

“It’s fine,” he said, a confident smile on his face.

“Those who know me as a civilian usually call me Dick.”

“...Dick?”

Oh, wow.

Nightwing felt like he had been hit by a truck.

He coughed, face reddening.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

He saw Starfire tilting her head down, as if running the name through her mind to figure out how she felt about it. All of a sudden, Nightwing felt self-conscious.

“Apologies, but does that word not have another definition?” she asked, more curious than anything.

“Uh…yeah, it’s taken on a different kind of connotation. But it’s also pretty well known as a nickname.”

“So, you have a full name? Like mine?”

“Yeah…”

Nightwing wondered if he should say.

Fuck it.

“My actual name is Richard.”

Her reaction surprised him. A slow smile spread across her face and it seemed like she was looking at him for the first time.

She breathed out his name, “Richard”.

She didn't rush it.

She said it carefully, almost reverently, as though testing the shape of it.

His pulse stumbled. Every nerve in his body suddenly went on high alert.

He smiled back at her.

“Kory.”

Maybe this night won’t be so bad after all.

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For today’s prompt, I wanted to draft a short little fanfic that brings back the handsome alien man Starfire was crushing over on Tamaran 🫢🫢🫢 I will admit, I believe Robin is slightly out of character here, but it works for the story. Not that much out of character though, who knows, maybe she caught him on a bad day LOL. Anyways, enjoy! Happy Day 2! ⭐️❤️

The Guarding of the Girlfriend

A typical day for the Teen Titans is much different from the average person’s usual. Today, Robin and Starfire have returned from a trip to Tamaran. This was their 3rd trip together since Robin started insisting to come along. More specifically, he joins her for endeavors where she needs to fulfill the dreaded “princess duties” to make it less taxing for her. And she does very much appreciate it.

The trips always have some sort of awkwardness to them since he is not as familiar with Tamaran as Starfire is. However, what really made this trip awkward was that the guard who attended to Starfire’s every need was the man that introduced her almost husband. Yeah, that one. The man with the long red hair, chiseled body, and long stature. The one that she took an interest in!!! To say the least, Robin was not happy. Although Starfire was polite and never entertained it, Robin definitely saw him showering her with compliments and borderline flirting her with. By some miracle, Robin kept it together. Especially since he knew that if he caused a scene, back to the dungeons he may go, and he didn’t want a bad rep on her home planet.

He bottled up the anger and jealously inside until they touched back down on Earth. That was when he really became distant, which did not go unnoticed by Starfire. Starfire is not one to let something go, especially when it came to Robin, so after an hour or two of him brooding and avoiding her, she approached him.

“Robin, you have been acting very strange since we have returned from Tamaran. Is there a matter that is bothering you?”

Robin curtly replied, “No, I’m fine, just tired”.

Starfire may have trouble understanding earth language and culture at times, however, his response being a lie was clear as day to her in this moment. And, similar to their time in Tokyo, she might know why he was upset.

She countered, “Are you angry because of how the guard who was assisting me was treating me?”.

Well when she words it like that…

“I uh- I mean, couldn’t you see that he was- you know what, never mind”, Robin spit out.

“Robin, I completely understand if his choice of words was an annoyance you. I want to be honest, I was, in fact, aware that he was doing the flirting with me. I did my best to appease him, yet not give him any indication that I was interested. I have a boyfriend and he is you”.

Robin, speaking before thinking, responded, “You were so interested in him before. I remember you were. So none of his advances affect you now? You were real excited when you thought he was your new husband”.

Starfire was shocked by Robin’s sudden burst of intense jealously. She didn’t think he had been so affected by that day, although, she understood why it could have been traumatic. He almost lost the love of his life forever…

However, she made sure to nip this thought of his in the bud now and forever. She began to explain,

“Robin, I do not and will not ever want a Tamaranean man. I want you and only you. Yes, at that time, I was enticed by him. However, also during that time we were not romantically involved. Although, I did want to be. Even though I had interest in him then, my love for you had not completely faded. I was simply trying to make the best out of a bad situation”.

As Robin began to calm his anger and allow his face to soften with compassion, she continued.

“The men of Tamaran are very assertive, very…harsh with women. Some may feel as though they are entitled to pair with them. Tamaran prioritizes relationships, especially in the terms of successfully maintaining the population. Marriage is also important to keep powerful lineage. Love on Tamaran is so…forced. There is a sort of…expectation to entertain the men who look at you. That is why I was never interested in being with someone on Tamaran. That is why I fell in love with you. You are so…caring, patient, and most importantly, gentle with me. It is so freeing to not feel the pressures of love or marriage. Here, I am free of those confines. I am free to just…be. I also am free to be with someone who I truly love and someone I know truly loves me”.

After this explanation any remaining jealously that had been in Robin’s body completely evaporated. He then looked at her with a tender glance, one that Starfire also shared with him, and they joined into a tight embrace.

As soon as they broke apart, apologies came spilling out of Robin.

“I’m so sorry I acted like that Star. That was…beautiful. I never knew much about what happens on Tamaran besides the betrothals. But, I’m happy you’re free here too. I just got really upset at that guy crushing over you right in front of me, but from now on, I’ll try and stop myself knowing that what we have is powerful enough to combat any intrusions”.

Starfire beamed and replied, “Good, because that is very true”.

(I had fun with this one, I am a sucker for the other boys absolutely reading him for filth regarding his feelings for Starfire. Enjoy!)

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This was not happening.

Robin pressed both hands over his flaming face, peeking out between his fingers to the mortifying sight before him.

"Being with you makes me feel weightless, like I could take some of your powers and fly," Beast Boy was reading, from the glitter-covered pink cardstock card he had found on Robin's worktable, when he and Cyborg had come to fetch him from the evidence room for dinner.

The changeling glanced up and squinted at Robin.

"Dude, is this a love letter to Starfire?" he asked.

"No," Robin denied.

Cyborg was now leaned over Beast Boy's shoulder, looking at the conspicuous pink card as well. "I dunno man, it seems awfully mushy for just a random note that clearly has Starfire as the subject." The older boy grinned. "Which, you know, good for you. I'm glad you two are making progress."

His hands dropped away from his face and his teeth grit as he stalked over and grabbed it back. "It's just something I wrote for her birthday. It's private."

"Oooooh we're writing her poems for her birthday!" Beast Boy teased, waggling eyebrows suggestively.

"Next he'll be composing her sonnets," Cyborg gushed, pressing hands over his cheeks.

"Grow up," Robin muttered, putting the card back on the desk where Beast Boy had found it. "I can make her a nice gift for her birthday. It's not a big deal."

"It kinda is, I mean, have you ever gotten her a birthday gift like this before?" Cyborg probed. "A hand-written card with a custom poem?"

"Well—" Robin started to speak, then felt his ears heat up. "No."

Beast Boy tugged at the corner of the card. "And like... on pink glittery paper?"

The heat in his ears spread to his face again. "They were out of normal cardstock at the print store," he said.

"Yeah that's likely," muttered Beast Boy.

"Look, I don't understand why you're bugging me about this so much," Robin said, irritated, trying to move past them, maybe get them moving to the door so he could escape this conversation.

Cyborg took one step into his path to block him, arms crossed. "Mmm, maybe some of us are tired of you dancing around your feelings for Starfire and are trying to give you a little nudge of encouragement," he suggested.

"I don't have feelings for Starfire," Robin said flatly.

"Uh, yeah you do," Beast Boy countered, now sitting casually on Robin's worktable and swinging his feet.

"No, I don't," Robin insisted, vein throbbing in his forehead.

Cyborg gave an eyeroll that swiveled his entire head. "Riiiiiiiight," he drawled. "So when you went braindead when she kissed you when we all first met and got all obsessed about trying to find her and immediately wanted to protect her from the Gordanians—"

"—And took her on a ferris wheel ride with cotton candy and fireworks, alone, just the two of you—" Beast Boy interjected.

Nodding, Cyborg picked back up. "—And then took her on an honest-to-goodness date, on Valentine's Day no less—"

"—And danced with her at prom—"

"-And got all mopey and jealous 'cause she almost got married to someone else..." Cyborg leaned back and looked down on him for emphasis. "...you're telling me you don't have any specific feelings for her?"

Robin was doing a very good job at avoiding eye contact, his face bright red like his tunic.

"I'm not in love with Starfire..." he mumbled.

"But you do like her," Beast Boy said.

The object of their badgering was silent for a long, pregnant moment. Robin's expression shifted softly, his flush fading, features loosening.

"...Yeah," he said quietly, suddenly all serious. "I do."

"There, see?" Cyborg chirped brightly. "Was that so hard to admit?"

The Boy Wonder put his hands over his face again, smearing them down with weary aggravation. "Cyborg, if you knew the kind of lecture I'd be getting if I was back home in Gotham..." he just groaned.

"Man, screw the Bat if he's that much up in your personal business," Cyborg told him, rolling his eyes again. "Love ain't nothing to be ashamed about." He grinned. "We got your back."

Beast Boy popped off the workdesk. "Yeah, anytime you need a wingman just come get us."

Robin let a chagrined uptilt hit his lips. "Last time you guys weren't exactly that helpful," he pointed out.

Both of them looked decently embarrassed, glancing aside.

"Well..." Cyborg trailed, sheepishly.

Relaxing a bit now, Robin let himself be encouraged by the other boys' support. As much as he abhorred their teasing, sometimes it really was what he needed to stop being so up in his head, denying the truth right in front of his nose.

"Thanks guys. The card's not finished yet so... just don't spoil the surprise for her okay?"