AU: Welcome readers. I am the master of writing.

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Starfire's pov:

"Nope. Nope. No" I said as I throw dress after dress on the floor. None of them seem right. Here I am standing in nothing but a towel with my flaming, wet, red hair cascading down my back. My make-up, I believe, is flawless and nails are painted perfectly. I just don't know what to wear for our date tonight. Richard loves to surprise me. Sometimes that's good and sometimes it didn't turn out so great like wearing a short skirt to the Jump City High Cliff… on a windy day.

I sigh and settle for jeans, a tank top, and sneakers just in case he wants to go for a jog anywhere. As soon as I grab my cream colored purse, I head out. My bodyguards right behind me as I go out to door. Being a model is tough. Everywhere you go there are either paparazzi or some stalker that wants to "be your friend." But being famous has its ups like being able to ride a limo and dazzle people.

My bodyguards, two of them, were in the front seat arguing over directions. The one in the driver seat is Wilson but most people call him Slade and the other is Gismo. That guy, even though he is 30 yrs. Old is shorter than I am and I'm 22 yrs old. But we can count on him in an emergency if the car ever broke down or the GPS broke. Slade is just there to scare people if they ever come too close.

After 5 minutes, they finally decided on directions after I showed them the GPS app on my phone and we drove off. Not one paparazzi was outside my house. For that I am thankful although I thought I saw some guy in the bush lurking but thought nothing of it. As long as he doesn't come near me, I'm a happy camper.

We ride in silence. Traditionally, it's the guy that picks up the girl but Richard had to work and he said he'll meet me at his house. I really hope for just a movie and popcorn. His theater room is actually bigger than the theater itself. You get privileges if you're rich and he is very rich. Successor of Wayne Enterprises tends to get you a lot of money but there is Bruce. Bruce Wayne, the player, billionaire, handsome tall guy is strict when it comes to work. Hey I don't judge, you need some relief from time to time.

I open my window to look at his beautiful mansion. Biggest in the state, it's just that large. Complete with a 20 meter pool, 5 floors, 10 bathrooms, 20 bedrooms with a balcony each, 15 butlers and maids combined, theater, living room, dining room, disco room ,kitchen, pool table room complete with a bar and bar tender, play room (for a kid, if one ever comes over which is rare. The youngest I've ever seen is 15), and women's room filled with everything a women needs when she passes out drunk and looks horrible in the morning. I used that room more times that I can count) The car stops in front of the gate before it opened. I get out in front of his house and ring the door bell which is louder than a high school's fire alarm.

Richard opens the door. "Hey Kori. Didn't you get my text?" Even in just sweats and a blue t-shirt he looks adorable.

"What text?" I ask. My phone is currently at home out of charge because I am too lazy to charge it.

"Oh. I need to work tonight. Bruce gave me a ton of paperwork today." Damn that handsome fifty yr. old man. "But if you want I'll get the popcorn and you can watch in the theater room." He adds sheepishly. "I'm guessing your phone is out of charge." He just knows me so well.

"Yeah." I sigh before walking into his house straight to the kitchen. I sit in my favorite chair while Richard sits across from me.

"So how's your day today?" He asks while getting buttered popcorn and placing it in the microwave.

"The Victoria Secret shoot went well today. Commercial should be out 2 days from now. Pantene commercial went well too although shaking and spinning your hair many times gets a hell of a lot of knots in it. Kitten was a bitch to work because of all the drama queen act. So how was your day?"

"Paperwork. Tried texting you. You didn't answer. Tried texting Gar or Vict or Rach. Didn't answer either. Tried swimming but the water heater broke. So all and all very boring."

I laugh. "Sorry next time, I'll keep my phone on and fully charged." The microwave rings and Richard went to get it before it overcooks. He puts his hand on the small of my back. "Come on. I'll escort you to the room"

"Very gentleman like." I tease as we walk into the room and into a comfy, red chair. "Anything you need just ask okay?" he said before kissing me. I sigh as he left the room and the movie starts to play. He is a great boyfriend. Really. He is just busy all the time and sometimes he becomes a dick like a girl on her period. I wonder how Rach is doing with her boyfriend.

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AU: Oh Richard/Robin. You are always doing something wrong. Next chapter- Rach and Gar. Excuse the grammar mistakes.