Rachel Roth had her moments. Getting an A on a paper she had written the night before. Crushing her friend Karen in Super Mario Smash Bros. Convincing her parents to let her skip a grade. Ok, maybe most of her moments involved school, but the point is she had them. So maybe, she thought as she dangled the magazine above her sister Kori's head, maybe this wasn't one of them.

"Rachel! Give it back!" Kori protested. Rachel lifted it higher.

"Rach, stop tormenting your sister." Their father called from the kitchen. She sighed and relented, tossing the magazine onto the floor. Her sister scrambled for it, then clutched it to her chest like it was a wounded animal. Rachel rolled her eyes. Her sister had certainly inherited their mother's flare for the dramatic.

"You ripped it!" Kori exclaimed, pointing to a minuscule tear at the corner.

"I'm sure your precious Dick will be ok."

"Rachel." Her mother's warning drifted into the living room.

"But that's his name." Rachel protested, unable to hide the smirk that was spreading across her face.

"Girls, suitcases." Her dad called.

"Come pick out your clothes, we're leaving for the airport tomorrow after school." Her mom added, entering the room.

"In less than 24 hours, I'll be in Jump City with Dick! What if he picks me up at the airport?" Kori squealed.

"Why would he do that?" Rachel snorted.

"Uhh, I'm an original member of his fan club! I follow his minute by minute blog

posts. And I text him, everyday. Trust me. He wants to meet me." Raven shook her head and turned to her mother.

"Is it too late for me to be an only child?"

"Yes."

"Then can I please stay home?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because your grandmother hasn't seen you in 2 years."

"Plus you're a minor and it's illegal." Her dad added.

"EVERYBODY SHH! This might be about Dick." Kori exclaimed, lunging for the remote. She turned the volume all the way up and Rachel sighed as reporter Libby Lane appeared on the screen.

"The fabulous Dick Grayson picked up 6 music associations awards last night just in time for his new CD, In the Grey, to drop, Wow! Double platinum. We caught up with our favorite pop star on the red carpet." The screen cut to the messy haired popstar. If Rachel didn't know any better, she would almost think he looked nervous.

"Well first I'd love to say, uh, thank you so much for buying the records and coming to my concerts. You're the reason I love what I do, uh. You guys are the best fans in the world, thank you."

"Wow, he is such an amazing person." Kori sighed, gazing dreamily at the screen

"He's definitely not amazing" Kori turned to glare at her sister.

"Uh, he IS amazing. And if you knew him, like I know him, you wouldn't say that."

"Hello? We live in Michigan. You don't know him." Raven replied, her annoyance growing.

"But I do. I know everything about him. I know where he works. Eats. Shops. Surfs. And parties." Rachel rolled her eyes.

.~.

"Aha, ready to party?" Victor Stone crowed as they got out of the car.

"Absolutely!" Dick Grayson replied, clapping his best friend on the back.

"Then let's do it!" Dick handed off the keys to the valet, and crossed over to the sidewalk where Stone was waiting.

"Hey, does that new valet look a little shifty to you?" He asked, squinting at the car.

"No, not really."

"Looks shifty to me. He better not wreck Angelina."

"Come on Stone, let's find you a real girl." Dick chuckled, steering his friend towards the club's entrance.

"It is a real girl." Stone replied indignantly. Then he did a double take.

"Oh, wow. Look who it is. Dick Grayson's girlfriend. The fantabulous fabulous, Kitten Moth." Kitten sauntered over to where the two were standing and planted an exaggerated kiss on Dick's cheeks.

"Hi Sweetie." She purred, running her hands over Dick's shoulders. He coughed, and she turned to look at Victor.

"Stone." He gave a halfhearted wave but she had already turned back to her boyfriend.

"You look beautiful tonight." Dick said, staring down at her...very pink...dress.

"Mmm, I know! Wait till you see what I'm wearing tomorrow." Dick wrinkled his brow.

"Tomorrow?" He asked.

"Tomorrow. My birthday." Dick's confusion grows. Kitten puts her hands on her hips, pouting.

"Baby, you promised you were gonna sing."

"Right. Hey, I'll be there. Absolutely." He reassured her. She smiled up at him in relief.

"Okay." Kitten turned to enter the club, then stopped, a frown forming on her face.

"Something's wrong."

"Yeah, you're here." Stone grumbled. Both Dick and Kitten turned to stare at him

"WHAT? It's supposed to be guys' night out!" Stone said.

"Where's the paparazzi?" Kitten asked, craning her neck around.

"Oh come on, you did not tweet again did you?" Stone groaned. Just then, a fleet of black vans arrived. A swarm of paparazzi exited.

"Aha!" Kitten cried, plastering a giant smile on her face.

"There he is!" Cried one particularly eager paparazzo as he took out his camera.

"Wow, so weird!" Kitten said, beginning to pose.

"Alright, back up, back up. Whoa whoa whoa! Back up! Back up!" Dick shouted, placing his hand in front of the camera. He ushered his girlfriend and Stone into the club. At the very least the paparazzi wouldn't be able to get into the Under 21 Club. He sighed as they entered the crowded room. For once, Dick Grayson would like to be able to go to without cameras capturing his every move.

A/N: I've always had a minor obsession with the movie Starstruck, even though some of the acting is terrible and the plot is so corny and contrived. But I still love it, and recently the idea popped into my head to do a RobRae version of it. If you know the movie (bless you if you do, it's on Netflix), this is going to be a little different. I won't spoil anything, but you'll see what I mean in the coming chapters...