Just so you know, this is gonna be like a drama fic, with lots of cheating and crying and yelling and all that good stuff. LOL and, I'm changing my name (on monday). Anyway...

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"Yo Rich! Long time no see!" called Richard's best friend, Victor Stone. He was a six foot four, all muscle mechanic, who could play football like a pro. Vic could be a bit imposing at times, and tended to be a little pessimistic under pressure, but was an all around nice guy.

"Hey Vic," greeted Richard nervously. He had been growing increasingly nervous as ten o'clock approached, and had called Vic over to Wayne Manor for some advice. Vic seemed to notice something was off.

"You okay? You look kinda…un-Dick-ish," said Vic, frowning. Richard could no longer keep his news to himself.

"I'm getting married!" he blurted. The words sounded so unfamiliar, as if he was saying them about someone else. He was getting married? No, no, that couldn't be. He was Richard Grayson, the workaholic! He was getting married?

Vic's eyes opened wide in shock. "You're gettin' hitched? But I never even met your girlfriend! Is that why you were avoiding me and Gar?"

Richard shook his head. "I wasn't avoiding you guys, I just had work to do. I've never met this girl either. Bruce and his buddy set us up. She lives halfway around the world."

Vic raised his eyebrows. "Any dirt on her?"

Richard nodded. "Her name's Kori. Kori Anders. Bruce gave me a picture." He colored as he pulled the picture out of his pocket. He had kept it there and looked at it every couple of minutes, and it loosened the knot in his stomach. If she could look that good, she couldn't be that bad, could she?

Vic let out a low whistle. "You are one lucky guy. Do you know if she's got any friends I could take out sometime?" he asked. Richard snatched the picture back.

"Karen."

"Who's Ka—oh. Right." Karen Beecher was Vic's girlfriend of two years. Apparently, one photo could erase two years' worth of memories.

"She looks nice, but she might not like your little attitude problem."

"What attitude problem?" asked Richard harshly.

"That. Your temper. Guys like fiery girls. Girls don't like fiery guys. Fact of life." Richard frowned.

"Well, I—"

Vic's cell phone started ringing. He checked the number. "It's Karen, I gotta go. Congrats, by the way. Just try not to be too much of an obsessive, insensitive jerk. See you later!" With that statement, Vic left behind an insulted Richard. Not only was he obsessive, but he was insensitive, too. Great.

Kori nervously glanced at her watch. It said ten p.m. What if it was wrong? What if she was actually an hour early, or an hour late, and her watch was ahead or behind? What if they had forgotten about her? She wished Galfore was here.

She spotted an elderly man trying to catch her eye, and attempted to smile. It was Alfred, the butler Galfore had told her about. They hadn't forgotten about her.

Kori pushed her way through the crowd and met up with him. "Hello, Miss Anders. Right this way, please," Alfred greeted. Kori followed him to a Mercedes waiting in the parking lot. Alfred opened the door for her, and she stepped in, politely refusing his offer to take her luggage. He was so old! How could he carry anything, even if she had brought just one suitcase?

Kori had never seen skyscrapers, as there were none on Tamaran. She'd never been away from there before. She wished the drive would never end, and that she could go exploring the huge city that was Gotham forever, but they pulled up at Wayne Manor not fifteen minutes later. This time, Alfred didn't listen to her protests, and swiped her suitcase out of her hands. Kori stalled walking to the front door by taking the smallest steps possible.

Alfred rang the doorbell and it opened at once, almost as if Richard Grayson had been waiting right behind it. He smiled as he saw Alfred, and then craned his neck to catch a glance of Kori. She waved weakly. She hadn't thought it possible, but he was so much better looking in person. His hair was spiked to perfection and his mysterious-looking sunglasses were in place, just like in the picture. In fact, everything looked exactly like the picture, except he did not look quite as easygoing. Kori could help but feel a little thrill that she was going to spend the rest of her life waking up every morning to see someone like that.

Richard moved aside to let Alfred in and then smiled halfheartedly at Kori. Her hand automatically went up to smooth her hair down. Do I look presentable? I have just been sitting on an airplane for twelve hours; I must look horrible! No wonder he is staring at me like that," she thought fearfully. Slowly, she approached the front doors.

It was easy to tell, for everyone but the newcomer, that Richard was star struck. Unfortunately, no one was around to tell that to the newcomer. She glanced at him fearfully, then approached, her head bowed.

"I am sorry for my appearance. I had no time after I arrived. I had not meant to make such a horrid first impression," she murmured in the most musical voice he had ever heard. She's got to be joking, thought Richard.

"You look beautiful," he reassured her, and then blushed, noticing Kori was doing the same.

"Thank you," she whispered, not daring to come in the house. He beckoned to her, and she followed him to the living room hesitantly. Richard was surprised that she wasn't awed by the size of the place, like so many other guests were, but then again, Galfore did own an island.

"Kori. I haven't seen you in a while," said a rather cold voice. Richard scowled. Bruce could only ever welcome important guests. No one else was worth his time.

"H-hello, Mr. Wayne. It…it is a pleasure to meet you, as well," Kori stammered. Richard felt sorry for the girl. She wasn't as used to Bruce as he was.

Bruce nodded and ignored the two, leaving an awkward silence. I'm getting married to this girl, Richard realized. It suddenly came as a shock, but not such a bad one.

"I…uh, Richard Grayson," he said, thrusting out his hand clumsily. Kori relaxed a little bit.

"Kori Anders." Should she have said 'Kori Grayson'? It has a nice ring to it, she thought, and blushed internally. No, that would have been too forward.

Richard was silently seething. He was never clumsy. Ever. He didn't like what Kori was doing to him at all. Maybe, over time, he'd learn to control it.

But what if I don't? What if I go to some business dinner with Kori and she makes me look like a babbling fool? Richard shook his head, trying to shut his overactive imagination up.

"Um…so…" he said uncomfortably. Bruce turned towards them, still looking a bit cold.

"Why don't you show her to your room, Dick? And, while you're at it, ask her what plans she wants for the wedding. Anything but the guest list. Galfore and I will attend to that." It wasn't a question, it was an order. At the mention of the wedding, the silence between Kori and Richard grew even tenser. It was not helped by the words 'your room.' Surely Bruce didn't expect them to act like a married couple, not when they barely knew each other.

"Right. Ahem. So. What do you…do you want to…or would you rather…?" he started, floundering helplessly. Kori giggled. Richard frowned, not used to being made fun of, and not liking it at all. Swallowing down the slight anger, he tried again. "What would you rather do first?"

Kori shrugged. "Whatever is easiest for you." They both did not think the idea of being alone with each other—in a bedroom, no less—was very appealing, so they settled with the 'plans,' as Bruce would be in the room with them.

"I don't really do wedding plans," admitted Richard. "Unless you're planning to take up a job in the next two months, you won't have a lot to do around here, so…if you wanted to, you could work on them. If you'd rather do something else, though, then we—"

Kori interrupted. "I am perfectly content with working on these plans, Richard. If you would like, I could show them to you after I am finished, and we could go over it together," said Kori. Richard nodded, relieved. He would hate having to take care of something like that. He couldn't even say the word 'wedding' without his stomach doing flips. Plus, he had a company to look after, as Bruce often left him in charge while he was on his frequent trips. Richard didn't have time for trifles like his own wedding.

Still, who called him 'Richard'? And the accent she had was strange, almost as if she had emerged from the nineteenth century. It's cute, though, he thought, but pushed it away. He couldn't go out in public with someone who couldn't talk straight. It could be bad news for the company. Somehow, someway, it would be.

Kori smiled, and it grew wider as Richard yawned. "Do you wish to rest? Perhaps it would be better to discuss this in the morning." Richard nodded in agreement, and glanced at Bruce, who wasn't paying them any attention. Had he meant what he said about them sleeping in the same room? Richard had rather not, but what would Kori think if he turned her out? What would she think if he followed Bruce's 'advice'?

"Um, yeah…so…upstairs. The rooms are kind of plain…we never really got them painted, except the guest rooms. If you'd rather sleep there…?" he asked hopefully. Kori was paying no attention to him. She was staring oddly at Bruce.

"Excuse me," Kori whispered to Richard before getting up and walking over. That's when he realized she wasn't staring at Bruce, she was staring at the window behind him. She let out a disappointed whimper, and Richard felt a tug somewhere in his chest, probably where some people would call 'the heart.' He'd never felt it before.

Bruce smirked at Kori. "Galfore told me about your obsession with stars. You can't see too many them in the city, although Dick has a nice view of a cluster from his room." Kori didn't notice Bruce's tone, and turned to Richard, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Please may I see them, Richard? I do not mean to intrude on your privacy, but it has become almost a necessity for me. I promise, tonight will be the only night, and I—"

"Of course," choked out Richard. How could he refuse? Kori squealed in delight and threw her arms around him, knocking the breath and the pride out of him. Bruce shook his head and returned to his work, while Richard pried Kori off of him.

"Um…it's no problem, seriously," he said, slightly disturbed. His former anger sparked up again. If Kori hugged me because I told her she could watch stars, how many other people has she hugged before this? How many of them were guys?

He led Kori up to his room, fuming, but keeping his face completely expressionless. Heading into his room, he tore aside the curtain with more force than needed. Stop it, Grayson! You're losing it because of guys you've never met!

Kori cooed at the view, a single cluster of stars that refused to be shut out by the city's bright lights. Richard glanced at her, almost smiling at her wonder. He could have stood there forever, watching her bathed in moonlight, but she turned away, looking completely serene.

"Thank you! I have always enjoyed watching the stars. It gives a sense of comfort."

"Yeah…me, too," said Richard, although he had to admit, the view had never been as good as this. Shaking the thought out of his head, he asked, "Are you tired? You've come a long way."

Kori nodded slightly. "If there are any spare bedchambers in this hall, I would be glad to…" She stopped at Richard's relieved expression, which he quickly hid. She giggled. "It seems that you would be glad as well."

Richard shook his head, hoping he hadn't offended her. "No, seriously, Kori. I don't mind. Whatever you want," he said hastily.

Kori giggled again. "You do mind, Richard. Admit it."

What was she doing, asking him to lay down every ounce of his pride for her? "No, really. I don't care where you—"

"Richard."

"What? I don't!"

"Richard…"

Richard was losing patience. "Fine!" Kori grinned triumphantly, but Richard wasn't about to let her win. "Fine. You're sleeping in here. It's settled, then." He walked into the bathroom to change, leaving a wide-eyed Kori behind.

Kori bit her lip and searched her bag for her nightclothes. This was not working out like she had thought it would. Richard had no patience whatsoever, and cared deeply for his 'image.' Kori toyed with the idea of making him regret his decision, but banished it. After all, she hadn't known him for long, and it would be a rather forward thing to do. Everything I think of seems to be forward. Finally finding what she was looking for, she slipped into Richard's closet and changed.

His bed was so different from hers at home on Tamaran. For one, it was not purple and round. It was a four-poster with plain black covers. Richard had a dresser in one corner of his room, a bookshelf containing things about business Kori would never read, and a nightstand next to his bed. His room was so bare; it almost hurt Kori's eyes.

Richard came out to find Kori already lying in bed. She'd parted the curtains so the cluster of stars shone through, and was gazing at them. He walked over and gently laid down next to her, so as to not disturb her from her star-watching. Kori turned around anyway.

"Richard, do you sleep with those on?" asked Kori, pointing to his sunglasses.

"No." He took them off and closed his eyes, unwilling to let Kori see them.

"Richard…why do you wear them indoors? Are they not meant for outdoor use?" asked Kori. He hadn't realized how close she was, and shivered slightly when he felt her breath on his ear. He shrugged. "There must be some reason, Richard. Please, I wish to—"

Richard could take no more of it. He turned away and growled, "It's no big deal, Kori, just go to sleep!" Kori recoiled, hurt.

"Very well," she murmured softly, turning to look at the stars again. They winked and twinkled at her until she drifted off to dreamland.


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