This is my very first fanfiction. Enjoy!

P.S most of the YJ characters are the same age in this multiverse. MOST of.

Dick Grayson's life has basically been one non-event. Oh, and he's a playboy. Counts for Jason, too, and the rest of his pals. He goes around breaking hearts with his adoptive brothers, leaving broken, sobbing girls in their trail. After all, he only remembers two of the girls.

Koriand'r and Zatanna.

For Zatanna, for a while he actually believed he loved her.

Before they broke up, of course.

Koriand'r, because, well, because a) she keeps following him around asking for more, and b) she is massively, incredibly hot.

It was truly a shame to dump her. Such a wonder in bed.

But, alas, he had to. He promised he would never fall in love again- never, after what Barbara Gordon had done to him, after all he did for her. She dumped him, and left him for another guy.

So he promised never to fall in love, to instead break girl's hearts, to be single forever, a playboy like Bruce.

But that all changed when she came to his school.

Who is she?

The one and only Xandra Rodriguez.

Xandra Rodriguez, with her witty comments and her stupid smirks that followed them.

God, he hated her.

He hated her so much.

It was the first day of school, and all Dick Grayson wanted to do was sleep.

But because of school, Alfred woke him.

School.

Then Jason set his alarm on highest noise level, so his eardrums almost burst.

"I had to get ready for school yesterday! Plus, I was really busy. SO LET. ME. SLEEP!" He yelled, burying his face into the pillows.

Tim sauntered over, and so did the demon spawn and his demon dog.

"Wake up, Grayson. Even though I hate to admit it, it's time for school."

"Ugh, damn it. School." Dick trudged out of bed and after showering and dressing, made his way downstairs, where Alfred was making coffee and pancakes.

"Good morning, Master Dick." Alfred smiled at him and flipped the pancakes.

"SCHOOL." He groans like a zombie and Jason laughs.

"Yeah, School, Dick. Like that place where you met tons of pretty girls."

"Same for you, too, Jason."

They eat in silence after that, and it's Tim who breaks it. Goodie-two shoes Tim.

"Have you met anyone over the summer? I mean… someone as in- "

"I know what you mean." Dick says, chewing his pancake. "And no, I didn't. You're still with Cassie, right?"

"Right. You should totally consider settling with- "

"No. I told you no, and I'm telling you no. Still no." he growled, and stood up abruptly, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Bye." He heads out of the door, his thoughts tormented by the thought of her, with her gorgeous red hair he used to play with, and her laugh like music to his ears.

GOTHAM HIGH, the sign reads.

The limo screeches to a stop and Dick gets out, heading immediately towards the front gates. He can even hear the sound as a hundred heads whip around to see him.

He ignores them, and the cute, pleading look of the girls, and heads towards his locker.

There's supposed to be an empty locker next to his, since that kid left, but there's a lock on it, which basically means that there's a new kid.

"You seeing that too, Dickie? Hoping it's a she?" a voice breathes down his neck. Kori's standing behind him, with her fake orange tan, and her pink dyed hair, and her purple miniskirt.

"Yeah." He says, his voice a cold monotone.

"Aw, why are you treating me like that, Dickie? Remember the fun we had over the summer?"

"Just shut up and go away." He snarls.

"Fine." Kori huffs angrily and walks off, her hips swaying a little too much to be not on purpose.

He stuffs his bag into his locker, takes out his pencil case and folder, and walks into his class.

"Hello, Class." Says a bald African American man, about thirty with a suit. "I am Mister Jones, and I am your advisory teacher, and, of course, your social studies teacher, too."

"Megan's dad." Wally whispers behind him.

They have nicknames for each other. Everybody does, like how Jason is the Red Hood cause he wears a red motorcycle helmet, how Wally's Kid Flash because he runs so fast in the track team, how Connor's Superboy because he's like, really strong and is in the football team, and how Megan's Miss Martian because she always seems to know what other people are thinking. Things like that.

He, of course, is Nightwing. Because of how people think he seems to fly when he's performing in the acrobatics team.

"Well, everyone, I would like to introduce someone new to this school, and I hope you will take good care of her, all of you."

Dick sat up straighter. Her?

"Everyone, meet Xandra Rodriguez."

"Hi."

"Hello Miss Rodriguez, nice to meet you."

Instead of a reply, she sticks out her tongue, earning a rumble of laughter from the class.

"Miss Rodriguez, you can sit…."

His gaze traveled to the seat next to Kori, then to Dick.

"There, next to Mr. Grayson."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kori glaring at them.

She slides into the seat next to him, and he can examine her properly- Latino American complexion, wavy brown hair tied back, wire-rimmed glasses, then, he noticed something odd about her.

One of her eyes was a piercing green, while the other was a clear blue.

What the Hell?

He jerked away from her. The floor, apparently, was slippery, and his chair lost balance. Especially since he had been leaning his chair back. So he almost fell.

Almost.

Xandra slammed her hand down on the other side of the chair, and the chair wobbled back into balance.

"What the frick?" she demanded. "Are you trying to murder yourself?"

But he couldn't hear properly. The last time he had seen eyes like those…

Tony Zucco had owned them, the man who killed his parents right in front of him.

Those pair of blue and brown eyes still haunted him, the ones that had coldly laughed at him as his parents fell to their deaths.

"Mr. Grayson." Says Mr. Jones. "Are you all right? Would you like to go to the nurse?"

"N-no… I'm… o-okay." He stuttered.

"Miss Rodriguez, if you would accompany him to the nurse?"

"Sure." She stands up, and leads him towards the door. "Come on, Mr. Grayson."

Once they're out of the class, they start walking towards the nurse.

"In class." Xandra says, adjusting her glasses, "Why did you lose your balance?"

He can't look into those eyes. He can't.

"I…" he hesitated. "Let's just say it's something about you."

"My eyes?" she blinks, and he nods his head.

She laughs. The laugh rings in his head, clear and melancholy, like… like…. Her.

"It's from a rare condition called Heterochromia. When the gene that distributes melanin form this hybrid mutation and it makes you into a…. well, the scientific word for that is mutant, since it's kind of a mutation."

"Then… is it any use?" he asked. His own voice sounded like a croak to his ears.

She didn't answer. And then:

"But you did seem more startled than other people. Have a specific reason for that?"

"Yeah…. I had this bad memory and there was this man with…. blue and brown eyes. Like, uneven. Like yours." He turned his face. "I've… said too much." Then he barged out front and stayed like that for the rest of the trip.