The funny thing about fate is that you never know what it has in store for you. Good or bad. Mine was good.

I woke up with a splitting head ache. I had no clue what happened to me last night. This was not normal. I shot up and did a 360 of my surroundings.

"Wanna drink?"

"Haha, sure."

This wasn't my room. This wasn't my bed.

"How about a dance?"
"Though you'd never ask."

I looked to my right. A clock read 4:27. I looked to my left. No clock, but a person.

I jolted out of bed and burred my face in my hands. Ouch.

"Let's get out of here. Do something crazy."

"Like?"

"You'll see."

On my hand was a ring. On my left ring finger to me exact, and it wasn't just any ring. It was a wedding ring.

"What is this place?"

"It's a surprise."

The ring was a normal gold band, but one decent sized diamond accompany by many tiny sized surrounding it.

Over in the bed the strange man still slept. Before I woke him I hand to find out where I was. I walked over to the window and peeked outside. Unfamiliar.

Over on the dresser I was a brown item. As I got closer I made out what it was. A wallet. Inside was hundreds of dollars, credit cards, debit cards and an I.D. I pulled it out. Just by the picture I could tell who it was. Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

This guy was a millionaire. The only reason he had his money was from is adoptive father, Bruce Wayne and he probably only had his money from his father. Dick is known for sleeping around with random girls. Now I was a random girl.

Everything about this guy ticked me off. His clothes, personality, job (if he has one.), you name it and it makes me mad. Except for his face.

Every feature was chiseled perfectly. His lips were not the usually thin line I was used to in men and he had the cutest nose that fit his face perfectly, but the one thing that really got me was his eyes. The color was unnameable. I'm not sure if Crayola even knew. They were an electrifying blue that was startling. Near his eyes were his eye lashes. They were long, but not girly.

I looked down to see what I was wearing.

Sweatpants and a tee shirt, but they weren't mine. I quickly navigated my clothes and grabbed them. I started for the door. When I was out I gently pulled it closed, but it slammed. On the other side of the door I heard a rustle and I ran for the Stairs.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

God. I'm married.

I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it.

"WAIT! Kori."

I turned around and there he was, Dick Grayson.

"What happened?"

He took my clothes and threw them on the floor.

"You need to believe me."

"Tell me what happened."

He sighed and took a step forward.

"Last night, we met at a club."

"What kind of meet? Did you tell me to go there or-"

"We just met. I never knew you. Anyways, you were sitting down and I sat with you. I tried my normal pick up lines but they weren't working. The later it got, the drunker you got. I asked if you wanted a drink and you said sure. But you didn't drink it so I asked if you wanted to dance. You then said "I thought you'd never ask." You literally pulled me to the dance floor."

I rolled my eyes. He continued.

"We didn't grind or anything like that. You put your arms around my neck and your head on my chest and we slow danced."

I nodded.

"I asked if you wanted to do something crazy and you agreed. Next thing I remember was we picking you up and kissing you. I ran out of the place carrying you. There was an Elvis? I don't remember. Anyways I drove you back here. By the time I carried you upstairs you were sleeping. I changed your clothes, without looking, (I snorted.) and then I went to bed."

"Dick."

"Yeah?"

"We are married.

"Really?"

He started to smile but I didn't.

"Yes. Now I want a divorce."

He looked at the ground, kind of in a sad way, then nodded his head.

"Wheres your bathroom?"

"Down the hall, four doors down on the left."

I made my way down the hall to shower. What have I gotten myself into.