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Time to Talk Or Divorce…

After an hour of talking with Jason and Bruce, Dick looked up to see Raven and Kori walking in. Raven in a Mets t-shirt, and jeans, Kori dressed in one of Jason's hoodies. The jealousy that slashed through him was so vicious that he could only tighten his grip on his cup as Jason stood up to go hug the girls.

"There's my girls!" Jason grinned.

"I am not one of your girls Jason," Raven warned monotonously.

"Nonsense little bird, after all the shit we did this weekend we're cohorts for life. Welcome to the Outlaws!" Jason chuckled.

"Do we have free t-shirts or something?"

"Open bar Tuesday."

"I'm in."

"See, I knew you'd come along."

"You are ridiculous Jason," Kori giggled. "But it will be nice to have another girl Outlaw."

"I'm only in for open bar Tuesdays." Raven countered this blandly as Jason neatly tucked her and Kori into his sides. Dick wanted to go over there and touch Kori, but he refrained as he looked over at Bruce. B just sipped his expresso and opened the paper.

"I'm going to go talk to her," Dick decided.

"Mm," was noncommittal hum he got from Bruce as he got up and walked over to Kori.

"Richard," she frowned when he approached.

"And that's our cue," Jason said. "If you need me to shoot him Princess just say the word."

"Thank you friend Jason."

"I'll blast him too," Raven said.

"Now, little bird, have you ever had a burger from Burger Bar?"

"No."

"Excellent, we're going, it's on Dick."

"Excellent."

"They are getting along surprisingly well," Kori mused. Dick just softened, Jason and Raven weren't people persons so them even getting along was a bit of a shock as he watched them walk off.

"They are, and can we talk?" Dick said.

"I suppose we must," Kori sighed as she dragged her hand through her heavy hair and they walked out of the café together. He refrained from touching her, though he kind of wanted to take her hand in his because she was Kori. But this was serious, and he knew better than to touch her right now. Because one touch would lead to another, and they'd end up in the hotel doing the horizontal salsa with ease and fun. And while that was pretty fucking tempting, because he and Kori always had chemistry, he wasn't going to leap to it yet either.

"I wanted to say something before," Dick started.

"I think we should divorce," she stated, a low, crippling blow to him that he was expecting but hurt him all the same.

"Kori…" he started.

"It was a drunken mistake, Richard, you do not… you do not love me, and I do not want this to be more painful than it already is, and I…" she bit her lip then. There were tears in her eyes as she folded her arms and seemed so small. Koriand'r was no small woman but just then she looked fragile, and small and he wanted to hold her but he knew he couldn't.

"Kori," he sighed.

"I do not want another broken heart, Dick."

"And I don't either!" he snapped. Dragging his hands through his hair his mind spun as he trudged through all his memories. It was always Kori, it was always her, even when it was Barbara or Helena or Shawn, it was Kori, it had been Kori since he was eighteen years and she had crashed here in all her fiery glory. The jealousy and longing he felt when he saw her with Jason and Roy, always happy, and laughing, always so vibrantly out of his reach because he had broken her heart always left him breathless and hurting. He hated himself, he hated that he couldn't at nineteen have figured this out enough to just tell her.

"You do not want to marry an alien," she started.

"Kori!" he snapped now he grabbed her, she jolted, her wide green eyes staring at him. "Alien or not, Tameranian or not, human or not, Titan or not, it's always been you! The first time, it was so damn fast, and we were kids, and I freaked. It had nothing to do with you being you, it had to do with, we were nineteen, and we couldn't get along long enough to work through this! But we're different, we've matured, and we've grown up.

"I still love you, and you still love me, now we're married, please talk to me before you file for divorce!" He pleaded, because he didn't think he could tolerate losing her now that he had her. Not that he had her, but they had gotten married, and if seven years later he had no impulse control to drunkenly marry her, then that had to stand for something. Other than he was still hopelessly in love with her.

"Talk to you! you just found out that this Shawn was cheating on you and we went drinking!" she shouted.

"Kori, we're still best friends," he said softly; because he believed it. "We used to talk, talk all the time, so please. Talk to me. I don't want a divorce."

"Talk!?" she shouted.

"Yes, Talk!" he stated firmly. "I love you, you love me, lets work from there."

"Work for what!?"

"Not getting a divorce!"

"You don't want to marry an alien, there is nothing more to talk about here!"

"Goddamn it Kori! I can't divorce you! I can't lose you!" he roared. Now she seemed shocked as her green eyes widened and he seethed. "I can't lose you Kori! You're it, you've always been it, there's no one else for me. Believe me, I've tried to find someone because I thought you would be happier with anyone else than me after we fell apart.

"But I love you, still. And we're best friends, still. So please, talk to me!"

She stood there staring at him and he waited with a baited breath.

It was now or never.


36 Hours Earlier…

Dick slowly trailed his lips over his lover's spine, there was a discarded bottle of wine on the floor and Kori giggled under him. She tasted like… honey, no, that wasn't quite right. She was sweet, tangy, and something rich, but the flavor eluded him, the closest he could equate it, was honey, she tasted like honey. Fresh honey.

"Dick," she moaned lowly. "You must cease!"

Her hair was a bright, harmless fire around them.

"You taste good." His hands caught her hips, and she twisted nimbly around, pinning him to the bed.

"Richard!" she giggled.

"Marry me," he blurted out impulsively. Her flaming hair fell in a curtain around them, shielding them from the outside world for a moment, and her cat green eyes widened.

"Richard…" she started.

"Marry me," he repeated as he pushed up; pinned wrists still anchoring him as he kissed her. He was her prisoner, always had been.

"We did that before," she giggled.

"Let's do it right this time," he said seriously. He was about ninety-five percent certain that this was the boozes loosening his inhibitions, but it wasn't any less real. He loved Kori, he fucking loved this woman. Not just physically but with all his heart and soul and he'd do anything to have her look at him like he was the king of her world again. He'd die to have her friendship; real friendship, like the friendship she gave so freely to his little brother, Roy and Raven. He'd do anything for her, just to have her smile at him because he was so in love with her. He didn't think he'd ever been out of love with her, even when everything was falling apart.

"Dick," she whispered.

"Please, I won't break your heart this time," he promised.

Kay, alcohol and broken prides didn't mix well, but worse was alcohol and in love hearts, because he needed her. Needed her to say yes. Needed to hear she still loved him too, loved him like he still loved her.

"Yes," she giggled. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she punctuated her words with kisses over his face and he slipped her hold as he rolled her over the bed, so she was pinned.

"Perfect!" he grinned as he kissed her again. She tasted like the wine he had bought, and she arched her lush body into his as her hands came up to dig into his back. A delicious pain he had forgotten as her legs came around his hips.

"Kiss me, Dick," she whispered against his lips, and he smiled a bit.

He had forgotten how much he loved her, and how good this felt between them as he buried a hand in her hair as his other hand slipped between them. Kori was on fire, she was humming in anticipation as she arched into him.

He'd be sober tomorrow, for now he was going to enjoy having zero inhibitions and dragging Kori to the nearest alter.


"Do you really love me?" she whispered.

"Yeah, I do, I have since the first time I saw you crash land and all your fiery glory, Kori. I have loved you since I was eighteen and I'll love you until the day I die, because I just do." He answered honestly then, and he couldn't think of a better way to answer her question.

"Look, if you want the divorce, fine, but just talk to me, Kori. We used to talk, all the time, about everything and nothing, just talk to me," he pleaded.

There, he had done it, laid it all out for her, laid it all before her and now it was up to Kori. He didn't know what she was going to say now.

There was a pounding of his heart, and the paralyzing fear in his veins, the knowledge that breaking her heart was his biggest fuck up ever, and she could shatter him right here and now and that she had every right to do so. But God above did he hope she didn't. He was terrified right now.

More terrified than he had ever been in his life, he couldn't even think of a moment he was more terrified; other than his parent's deaths.

"I…" she started.

He waited with a baited breath.

"I do not know, Richard, I need time," she blurted out as she moved to run away. He caught her hand before she could escape. Though her super strength could easily send him sailing she didn't push him away.

"Don't go," he said. "Please."

"Dick, you hurt me," she whispered.

"I know."

"You broke my heart Richard."

"I know. I broke mine."

"I… I want to stay, but I do not think that we should be married."

"Why not? And don't give me the bullshit I gave you when we were nineteen and I panicked." He pleaded.

Suddenly green eyes were on him, there were tears and pain in them, but he could see a moment of something else, a flicker of another emotion that Kori felt. But he couldn't name it as she hid it away quickly again.

"You broke my heart."

"Yeah, yeah I did and it's the thing I regret most. But Kori, we were kids, now we're adults, so please, talk to me."

She was standing there silent, a desert breeze ruffled her hair and he just stared at her. She was so gorgeous, she was mesmerizing. He wanted to kiss her, because that's what he always wanted to do when he saw her.

But he couldn't, not right now as she stood there staring at him with wide green eyes.

"I don't want to be your rebound girl, Dick," she said softly. "I want to do the courting, I want the flowers, the dinners, I want to have the dancing, and the fun. I do not want to be the other woman."

"I can start with that."

"I am not finished!" she snapped.

He smiled.


That's all for now folks!

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