Hello Reader,

I know I should be working more on my other two incomplete stories: That's So Raven and So Obvious.

Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about them. I just couldn't shake this idea off anymore; it's been gnawing at the back of my mind, my head's hollow now.

I'm hoping that writing a solid story would put enough pressure on me to keep updating all my stories. I know that sounds wrong, but it works in it's own sickening way.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Apparently, DC owns them AND my heart.

PS: I'll be posting songs in some chapters. Music is a great source of inspiration.

Chapter 1

Richard Grayson, a political science major with the misfortune to be nicknamed Dick, was as reserved as he could be charming, which was a good thing since it steered people away from noticing how borderline bipolar he was. The adopted son of billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, he had to endure premature stereotypes and ridiculously high expectations from people all around him. So, to keep up with the image that had been mercilessly set up for him, Dick ventured into various extra-curricular activities and groups, such as running for office in the Student Government; joining a fraternity; and playing for the university's soccer team.

Yes, he sounded like quite the busy douchebag, and he usually was. But right now, he was an unoccupied douchebag sitting in a lone cubicle in the library, pretending to read A History of Asian Trades when he was actually eyeing people sitting around him. It was a fascinating way to spend the time – snooping at people and trying to figure out what kind of person they were. Which is why he'd been doing for the past two hours.

To make him feel less of a stalker, Richard took the initiative to name each of the people he'd shamelessly shadowed with his eyes.

First, there was Cyborg. From what he'd observed, the guy was an athlete. He was tall, had the built of a football player and wore matching Air Jordan's with the guys he'd entered the library with. The varsity jacket was also a dead giveaway. Another thing he observed was the ridiculously thick book on robotics he was currently hunched over. He'd been reading it for the past hour, silently mouthing the words. Physically and mentally capable; Richard admired a man like that.

Then, there was Starfire. Richard was literally blinded when she stepped inside the annex. She was gorgeous and looked like the sun with her tan skin and scarlet hair. Three observations: she was popular, she was a double major, and she was really pretty. He could tell she was popular by counting the number of people she'd made small talk with while waltzing between the aisles. Seven. And she'd just went through three aisles. He could tell she was a double major with the sections of aisles she was walking through. Business and Art history. And he could tell she was pretty by how long he'd been staring at her as she bit her lip, scanning the business shelf.

Beastboy was next. He was impish, mischievous and full of trickery. Yes, Richard was aware that all those were synonymous adjectives. He looked like an angel with his blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Then he took a wad of gum from his mouth and stuck it under the table. Afterwards, he procured a pocketknife and carved some animal symbols on the table. He was the devil in disguise. But those carvings were damn good. Richard favored the robin carving out of all of them.

And finally, Raven. Richard felt a bit guilty as he observed her; he felt as if he was watching something he wasn't supposed to. Truth be told, he'd learned almost nothing about her aside from the fact that she was a member of the university orchestra. The cello case standing beside her was just screaming that. And that was all. He didn't even know what she looked like as she was sitting with her back to him. The nickname came to him because of the raven tattoo on the nape of her neck.

Two hours of stalking and Richard finally decided that he'd stalked enough. He was already late for Sociology. It was not a class he was excited to get to; he already knew enough of how society worked through the charity galas he attended back in Gotham. To put it plainly, everyone was in cahoots with everyone.

He sighed as he gathered his bag and stood up. To his surprise, he saw all his stalking subjects stand up as well. Cyborg slung his backpack over his shoulder; Starfire gathered her books; Beastboy took his wad of gum from under the table and popped it back into his mouth; and Raven pulled her earphones out and grabbed her bag and Cello case. They all walked out of the library in an unplanned line, Richard holding the back as he eyed them curiously. A suspicion was growing at the back of his mind, but he decided to ignore it until it was safe to presume anything.

They passed Cameron hall and the five of them were still heading for the same direction. Now, it was safe for him to presume. Richard now entertained the idea that maybe – maybe – they had the same class. But he shook that idea off as quickly as it came. They obviously had different courses; the chances of them taking the same Sociology class was near impossible. Fate wouldn't be that funny, would it?

His class was just a couple more rooms down the hall, and none of his stalking subjects had veered off. A strange kind of hope bloomed inside him. Was it possible?

He could not stop the grin that appeared on his face as he watched Cyborg, Starfire, Beastboy and Raven enter his Sociology class one by one.

Oh, Fate was hilarious.

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