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Richard Grayson – Robin – Straight A student, football captain, handsome and the most Popular boy in school.

Richard Grayson woke up from his deep slumber only to find he woke up late. He jumped out of his bed and walked swiftly to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

As he showered he recalled what had happened last night.

"Master Richard, Master Bruce is on the phone for you," Alfred, the butler, told Richard last night."

"Thanks!" Richard Jumped up and reached for the phone.

"Hi Bruce! You're coming back tomorrow right?"

The person on the other line replied" No, but Ms. Kori Anders is coming alone because I have to help her parents unpack. She will attend all of your classes at exactly the same time. This way, you can show her around and get to know her better. And anyway she is very pretty. Please try to be friends with her and introduce her to some of your friends. She'll be staying in your room as the guest wing is under construction. I have already asked Alfred to set out a bunk bed for the two of you."

"You mean she has to sleep on top of me?" said Richard incredulously.

"Of course not! You are going to sleep on top of her, end of discussion. And don't forget to be nice to Kori and treat her well. Be ready tomorrow. EARLY! Oh, and see you next month! Bye!" said Bruce.

"Fine. Wait, next month? Bruce!" protested Richard but Bruce had already hung up.

End of flashback.

He walked out of the bathroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. Alfred came in and laid out Richard's tuxedo that was to be worn by him that night.

"Wait a minute, I am not wearing a tux! Bruce never said anything about a tux. Not even that I had to wear one!"

"Master Richard, Master Bruce told me last night on the phone that you had to be formal for the dinner because it is not appropriate for you to wear jeans to meet a lady for dinner. Besides, you have to make a good impression and keep up your good gentlemanly reputation."

"Gag me. I can always wear black pants and a white shirt. No need for a tux! What's more is doesn't the mighty Bruce Wayne have to good a reputation for me to wreck it?... Never mind about the reputation thing but the tux?"

"Sorry, Master Richard but orders are orders. You can wear jeans now but at dinner you have to wear the tux."

"Fine but she has to wear something formal too. Okay?"

A/N: First ever TT fanfic. Please review or comment whatsoever, and a big thank you to all my friends out there. (You know who you are.)