((Since we seem to have reached a consensus that we put aside the serious main rp for now, I'd like to put forward a goofy joke rp.. since I'm kinda awake right now... Ah, and Robin... if some of the ideas in this look familiar, it's because the basic idea is from 'Better Angels'...))
Slade blinked at the box, wondering how it had made it's way into his lair. By itself. Past all his defenses. By itself.
He reached over and typed in the code for a full base sweep.
Boxes did not infiltrate secret bases. There had to be someone there.
He picked up the gift wrapped box and looked at the tag, his suspicions tripling, if not more.
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Wilson."