Dick Grayson

I'm walking down the street. It's December fourteenth, so not quite Christmas. It's snowing, and the cold, white powder speckles my ink colored hair along with my scarf and jacket. I shiver a little. It's about twenty degrees here in New York City. Manhattan itself is already prepared for Christmas. All the stores are lined with lights and big signs announcing special Christmas sales. Carols and songs pour out of every car, restaurant and apartment. They're are men on every block, all dressed as Santa Claus, ringing bells in hopes a kind soul would spare some change to give to the people who can't afford an extravagant Christmas. Normally, I give a couple dollars for the cause, but since I'm the one who organized the Santas this year, I pass. But I was by, smiling at one particular Santa, my friend Gar Logan who I bribed into Santa-ing for a date with my sister, Rachel.

I turn a corner, and suddenly, all the magic and splendor of Times Square vanishes. I've entered one of the darker parts of the city, where the homeless and criminals reside. I see only the white snow, since all of the delinquents have taken shelter from the harsh weather in bars and dumpsters. I keep my gaze directed to the snow covered ground, focusing on the crunching sound of my footsteps on the ground.

Then an outburst of laughter, so I look up and spot a bar, "The Lair," one of the most notorious bars in Manhattan. I've run into trouble in that bar, so I've stayed clear. I hear a rapid succession of crunching and a peel my eyes from the bar to see a woman, a girl, stumbling around about ten feet in front of me.

Her feet tangle around each other, clumsy, but graceful at the same time. She has long, red hair, the color of summer scarlet. She's wearing a tan waist coat, black jeans and black boots. I sigh. She might be drunk, but at least she's a good dresser. She continues her dizzy waltz before she stumbles and I rush to help her.

I put a hand on her shoulder to brace her and she whips around suddenly. She has green eyes, like emeralds and fresh grass. She looks frightened.

"Are you okay, miss?" I ask. Her breath makes a light cloud of steam; mine as well. She nods slowly, not taking her eyes off mine.

"Yes, I am," she replies. Her voice is light, sounding like bells or a music box. "Why do you inquire?" she asks.

"Because you're drunk, and wandering around. Please, let me call a cab," I say, reaching in my pocket to pull out my cell phone. I have my hand clasped around my phone when I feel a pressure on my arm. I look up and see the girl with her hand on my arm, stopping me.

"I am not drunk, sir," she says.

"You were stumbling. Please, I wouldn't want to see you in an accident," I pull out my phone and begin to dial when the girl snatches my phone out of my hand. She pushes the power button and it shuts off. I just stare at her as she slides my phone back into my pocket.

"I am not drunk," she repeats. Then she turns around and beings to walk, normally, away from me. I take a few steps to catch up with her and grab her arm.

"If you aren't drunk," I begin, "then what were you doing back there?" She blinks.

"I was catching snow flakes on my tongue," she replies, her green eyes flicker at the falling snow, "what else?"

"Oh..." I feel the heat rise in my face, "Uh, uh, we-well I don't..." I tug at my shirt collar. She's staring up at me with those big, green...kinda pretty eyes of hers and I gulp.

"Yes?"

"I just had no idea..." I trail off. She stares at me for a minute.

Then she giggles. Her giggling progresses into laughter and soon she's doubling over with peals of bell-sounding laughter. I can't help but join in.

As we both stand there laughing and supporting each other because of our laughing, she straightens up and sticks out her right hand.

"Please, I am Kory Andron," she says, "I am nineteen years old and a sophomore at NYU, majoring in business." I reach out and shake her hand.

"Dick Grayson. Twenty. Junior, Harvard University. Currently on break. Also a business major," I reply. She smiles.

"Very nice to meet you Mr. Grayson," Kory says, still smiling. I grin back.

"Likewise." We stand in the cold, when she realizes we're still shaking hands. She withdraws, a blush spreading across her already pink cheeks.

"Do you desire the hot chocolate?" she asks, suddenly. I look at her. "Only if you want to!" she adds quickly.

"Sure," I reply. She smiles again and we being to walk out of the ally towards the hustle and bustle of Times Square.

"So," I say, "will we have snowflakes with our hot chocolate?" She elbows me playfully.

"Are you drunk, sir?" she giggles before skipping down the sidewalk, her boots making a clack-thump against the pavement. Clack-thump, clack-thump, clack-thump. I laugh and run after her.

A/n: I like writing Dick/Robin! It's FUN!

So here I am, being a bad girl, starting a oneshot series. However! This will only be updated rarely because all of my chaptered stories are on kind of a hiatus and I only write these fluff-shots for you guys to chew on so you won't get mad at me! (hides from mob)

SO! In case you didn't get the hint, this was AU, Dick being Robin, Kory being Starfire. Brief cameos of Beast Boy (Gar) and Ravel (Rachel, Dick's sister, because Raven is the sister Robin never had. Admit it.) "Kory Andron" because I'm sick of "Anders" and "Anderson." Besides, since Star's real name is Koriand'r, I thought Andron 1) sounded more "intergalactic-y" and 2) no extra "e" between the d and the r, because Koriand'r doesn't have an e! (Oh I'm so smart.)

A nice little winter shot in the middle of spring/summer, just because I'm weird like that! Hope you liked!