I don't expect much from my first fanfiction but can't help posting this. I've had this idea for too long and thought it wouldn't hurt just sharing it. If worst comes to worst, I don't mind being the only one reading it haha :)) Oh and do excuse my grammar, I'm not actually a native speaker.

Disclaimer: Of course I own nothing but the plot *sad face*

Prologue:

It was barely 9.30pm on a Friday night and Richard "Dick" Grayson was already bored with his new 'playtoy'. Strolling next to him was a rather tall and fair brunette with a nose that suggested a fair amount of money invested in plastic surgery. Not that he minded, though. After all, by the next morning, he would not remember anything about her. Hence for now, a pleasing look to thy eyes was good enough.

After all, a one night stand is the only concept closest to relationship currently existing in his dictionary. Adopted by the the million…no sorry, billionaire owner of Wayne Enterprises and playboy of the century, Bruce, Dick was taught better than to commit himself to a solid relationship. "Enjoy youth while you can" was the family motto. With protection and some cash in his wallet, nothing could get him into trouble with the current lifestyle.

Mandy, or Mindy(whatever) started to hiccup and giggle to herself, muttering something about having such a "magical dive!". Followed by that is the sound of the girl emptying her stomach. 'Great, she's drunk', thought Dick as he tossed the staff at the pub's entrance to go get his car. He'd drive her home instead of going back to the manor for his previous plan.

Hey, no one ever said that a playboy could not be a gentleman at the same time and help someone who was vomiting like mad, right? Dick was a man with great heart!

He put an arm around the poor girl's shoulder and patted her back. Together, they slowly limped back to his gray Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Suddenly, he stumbled over something with a loud "oooof", dragging the lady besides him to fall face first on the road. The brunette began to curse loudly at the object.

"Damn, this highway sure is bumpy!"

Dick quickly got to his feet to avoid the embarrassment of seeing himself on the cover of the newspaper tomorrow with the title "Dick's greatest fall". He offered the girl a hand and led her back to the car. But just as he was about to get into the driver's seat, he felt a strange urge to have a better look at whatever had caused him such a painful fall. Normally, he would not have the time to care about whatever bump there was on the sidewalk, but today, there seemed to be something whispering into his ears, cooing him to have a better look at that 'rock'.

Using his Iphone's flashlight, he soon found the evil culprit to be a white clutch. Inside the clutch were some cosmetics, a wallet and… a Nokia? He was surprised that people still use Nokia nowadays. A great phone it still was, just that not many people had the guts to show up with such a phone anymore.

Slightly amused, he went back to his car. He needed to get that girl at the backseat home before she completely stench his leather seat with vomit smell. After that he would drop the clutch at the police station.

At that instant, the phone vibrated.

"Hello" – Dick answered on instinct.

"Thank X'hal someone picked up! Hello there, my name is Kory Anders, owner of this phone. May I ask who is currently holding my phone?" The bell-like voice startled Dick a bit. He did not expect human beings to ever sound so… angelic.

"Richard Grayson speaking and yeah, your clutch is safe with me. I haven't touched anything. I was about to drop it off at the police station."

"Oh that is truly noble of you, Mr. Grayson. Perhaps I could personally go fetch it? Save you the trouble dealing with all the forms. Plus I would love to meet you and express my gratitude as well. My clutch holds many of my most valuable possessions. It is of the most important to me. The least I could do is to invite you for a drink. Is tomorrow morning the ok with you, Mr. Grayson?"

There was silence for a few seconds as Dick pondered. If she turns out to be hot, she could be his weekend playtoy. If not, a cup of coffee doesn't hurt anyway.

"Sure. I can see you at the coffee shop on Stevens Road, near the place where you dropped your clutch. How's that?"

"Glorious! I shall see you there at 8pm tomorrow night! But please, Mr. Grayson, how may I recognise you?"

Wait a minute, she didn't know who he was. Why why she must be new in town, huh? No one in Gotham for more than 3 days would have to ask so. His pictures were all over the magazines and TV that it was kinda hard to miss his dashing features. This could turn out to be quite exciting….

"I am a handsome gentleman in sunglasses but holding onto a sparkling purple clutch. Is it sufficient?" He said amusingly.

Kory giggled, her child-like innocence radiated even through the phone and sending shivers to Dick's hands.

"Excellent, Mr. Grayson. I shall see you in the morning. Thank you again!"

I'm finishing up on chapter 1!