I pace in my room. Who's next? It's the only thought echoing through my head.

Who's next?

It chills me, the possibility it's Paige,  or Harry, or Dawson or even Tony.

Hell, I even hope it's not that pesky bee! Though why is beyond me. I continue pacing, when theres a gentle knock at the door. Before I'm there, there's a note slipped under the door.

'The mirror.' I glance at said object, to see another message. ' Don't scream. Look up.'

I slowly do so, to see that damned figure sat on my roof, I open my mouth to scream, but my brain cuts it off with a physics question.

How the hell is he SAT, butt on the ceiling?

"Well done. No screaming" his silky smooth voice toys with my ears, urgently wishing me to trust him. I step back as he flawlessly lands on the floor. "So, aheh, a little "snicker" birdie" giggle" told me~ you like a little missy here~" he errupts into quite giggles, glee dancing in his eyes.

"W-whats it matter to you?!" I snap.

"Everything" he grins eerily, widening his eyes, causing more light to cascade from them. He pulls me by the arm and spins me around, ending with him holding me, as if in a dance.

"G-get off me!"

"You want miss Paige, but all you have is your looks...Don't you want some help?" His last sentence is a low, mocking growl. "I can help you. Got nothing better to do. The next targets life ends in a week or so. A week for matchmaking if you ask me~"

He spins me again,  andy radio starts playing on it's own. Dance music. Of cause.

"Woo her, gentle Robin, win her heart, with a gently executed dance. I'll teach you, since you have 'two left feet', as the expression goes."

I can only agree,  as he starts leading through the steps. I daren't do otherwise, fearing he may kill me. Eventually, he starts to follow,  forcing me to lead. He seems so different, less threatening. More like a lover than a fighter.

It makes me wonder what his relationship with Tony is...

"See? Now you can dance." He beams, pride radiating from his smile. Minus the insanity, I bet his lover is extremely lucky.

"Of cause... dancing isn't everything.  I can advise you on how to talk to her, what she likes but... you have to do that mostly on your own. I can only help from the background. Show her the side of you she hasn't seen, and vice versa" I nod. "Oh... and... sorry for scaring you. I kinda can't appear without being creepy.  I've tried. " he's suddenly gone from sight, and I think about Paige.

Does she actually... like me?