I am so sorry for the long hiatus; school has sucked for me lately

Yea next chapter! Star vs. Rob who will win! ;)

Thanks for the reviews!

P.s. Did anyone notice that the title was "Identies" not "Identities"? I do that once in a while to see if anyone is that observant.

I now changed it if you'd notice.

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Richard Grayson

Flashback:

I looked into the emerald oceans of Kori's eyes. Deep and pure, able to bring me to my knees. There I stared at them like a fool, being engulfed by their beauty. How is it even possible? Why do they torment me so? They are . . . unnatural. How can they be that green?

My mind swirls with the possibilities, however they all come back to her. They are her eyes alone, nothing more and nothing less. Because, simply put, they are beautiful. No. She is beautiful. Kori is amazing, incomparable, lovely, gentle, innocent. . . I could rant on forever on how she is perfect; perfect for me. How every time she talks her words touch me with grace, or how she catches my eye in the class room when I'm secretly gazing at her. All I want to do is be with her, talk to her, see her . . . love her.

She is my sun, the stars, my other half if you will. In Kori's presence I can't help but look at her in awe, in amazement. Such wisdom, such power. I cannot live without her.

When we speak about nonsense such as school, homework, or life I can conceive how many times my eyes trailed down to her lips. Or how many times I lick mine at the very thought of them. An internal battle is what I must go through every day, every minute, and every second. I must withhold myself from her, keeping cool when I'm most certainly not. It takes me hours to slumber, knowing that what I feel for her cannot be returned by her. Hence, why I restrain from telling her this; this mental, physical, and physiological warfare battling out with in me.

I can't fathom what she thinks of me, or how she needs me. Only, that I get to talk to her for 2 hours and only 2 hours. However, those 120 minutes are in heaven. And I thank what every deity is up there looking upon me; because this is a blessing. I thank you.

I know I can't tell her these things, I know it will only bring her pain. So I wait in silence for her to make up her mind, for her to understand how she feels for me.

I will be anything for her, a friend, a protector, an outcast, an enemy, or even a lover. Anything will do. If only I could gaze into her eyes every day and see her smile – an unbroken one. If she is happy, then I am equally happy.

These feelings, what are they? They are nothing I have ever had before. They are surreal, unnatural. Yet, if I chose to define them I will simply say this:

When a person is your gravity, your life, your soul, then it is love.

So in the end, I guess that is it.

I am in love with Kori Anders.

I played those words over and over in my head. It seems to me that it is the only thing keeping me sane for all this time. Every letter is true and I am happy about that. Even just thinking about it makes my heart flutter in my chest, makes my breathing cease in exist.

So, when I'm lying in my bed I play those words like a melody - To its own tune. And maybe I will get some sleep tonight.

: End of Flashback

The flames are climbing up on my cape, getting dangerously close to my neck. I have to think fast. Yet there was another problem: Starfire. She was aiming at me with her glowing lasers, and shot at me with deadly accuracy.

ZZZZFFF!

There goes another I duck as the green flames sprawl in every direction as it hits the cave walls. I need to think fast. . .

ZZZZFFF!

Another. I reflexively jumped as high as I can to escape the flames and the heat. As I hit the ground, I curl up into a ball and roll to the nearest sanctuary; which happens to be a support beam. The flames on my back extinguish as I hit the hard metal. The warm Kevlar of my cape singes my back, yet it is better than getting hit by those . . . lasers? Bullets? Flamethrower? Who cares, as long as they don't hit me.

I take it a deep breath, and move again. Get to another beam I watched intuitively to see if she notices me. Nope.

Starfire lowered her hands, and the glow (lasers? alien super power? Weird mutation? . . .) faded. She stood, idled, in a defensive position, just standing there. . .

I reach over and unclipped some smoke pellets with a click. And that exposed me. As soon as the sound diffracted off the walls, Starfire's head tilted toward me. Within a millisecond a fiery blaze past by my nose, singeing the hairs. pull out my grapple gun and shoot it to the roof.

Half way up, something - scratch that someone, slammed into me, and was pried from my grapple gun. We hit the wall with such force I hear it crack and crumble. Both of us then fall to a higher up beam. My head hit the steel, but it didn't slow me down from springing back up. Dazed, I tried focusing, only to get threes of Starfire. As the gazed refocused, she ran to me with her fist cocked. When the images finally reformed into one, it was too late. Her fist landed.

It wasn't a wimpy punch, no, it was a Superman punch. As I flew back from the force, I imagined shock waves bouncing off my chin because of the hit.

The pain was excoriating, it felt like I have been punched, well, by Superman . . . and I have been hit by the Man of Steel!

Moaning, I tried crawling away, but a hand grabbed the back of my cape and pulled me up to face them. My white eyes stared into glowing green ones of Starfire. Tasting blood, my tongue wiped away the blood from my lip (I noticed how hard it was to move my jaw I believe it is broken), trying to seem like I didn't care. But it was the opposite . . . I was terrified. My mind raced with my flashbacks of my life. My parents, my friends, and . . . Kori.

My masked eyes closed hoping it would be painless like my parents death. I was too weak, too tired to fight an alien (I think). My ribs burn, my arm went numb a long time ago, and my left eye closed up five seconds before then.

Yet when my feet hit the metal, and my cape's collar loosened around my neck, the white eyes formerly closed snapped open. Starfire's eyes faded before me as she lowered me gently to the ground. With a sigh, she released me and said, "You're not worth it. . ."

What? What. Just. Happened?

When she turned around, something snapped . . . and I spin kicked her in the head.

Kori Anders

That son of a bitch! After all that, after I showed remorse, he hit with my back turned. He is no better than a Zornian muck beetle. After the pain coursed through my head and after I gotten up from the ground, my anger got the best of me.

Eyes glowing, I spun around in the speed of light and grabbed him again. Only this time he fought back, he slapped something against my head, then it exploded against my cranium. Ears ringing, skin burning, and left eye blacked out, I stumbled back in pain. A jab to my stomach, and hit to my chin brought me back to the situation. He got a couple more jabs in until I caught one of his fists and crushed it in my fingers, hearing the bones crack under my strength sending shock waves through in pain. Cocking one arm back I landed another blow on his chin (making sure there was more force into it than the last on) sending him flying through the air even more. Let's see that Robin fly now. . .

Super Nova

Coughing, Batman and I made our way through the thick cloud of smoke. Occasionally I would see flashes of green energy fly by, screams, grunts, and even moans. I tried navigating through the cloud of smoke and debris, yet the thickness obscured my Tamaranean vision, and the fumes burned my eyes creating a film of tears which furthered my blindness. Until Bruce's hand landed on my shoulder, I was walking blindly through the battle field, he lead me to the furthest corner in the room and whispered to stay. Of course, I didn't obey.

I noticed that the debris was oh so slowly settling to the ground and the air above me had more visibility than on the ground (which is where Bru – I mean Batman is). Flying up to the ceiling, I was meet with stalactites, cob weds, bats slumbering, and the sidekicks. I waited and saw Robin spin kick Starlight – I mean Starfire's head (the name thing is new to me) with her back turn away from him. Clenching my fists, I still watch to see – if possible – any resolution, but once Robin planted the mine on Starfire's cheek, then allowed it to detonate, I decided to swoop in and intervened.

Richard Grayson

Chin broken, ribs cracked, and fingers dislocated I am certainly in horrible shape to fight an alien-mutant-magical person (still not sure what she is). Flying through the air, I am sure she is in pain too. Her skin on her face is most likely throbbing in 3rd degree burns where I planted to mine, or even a broken rib or two with the few jabs I got into her abdomen. Yet I know for certain I am in worse condition than her. Hitting the steel beam, back first, I slump down to the bottom beam perpendicular to it.

Head dazed, back hurting, and my ass being kicked by a girl, won't Bruce be proud . . .

Then I blacked out.

. . .

Flashback:

After 5 weeks of excruciating work on the project we were finally done. Sighing, Kori stretched out on the chair in satisfaction, with a Cheshire cat smirk playing across her face. Which was, unfortunately, broken. God, I wish I could make her smile more unbroken ones, but still that is a wish. We're in the library on a Saturday afternoon, with the relief of the project off of our shoulders.

"And one week early . . ." Kori said satisfied. I closed the book in front of me, and crossed my arms over my chest and yawned.

"Are you finally going to tell me what the presentation is?" I asked since we finished. Kori smirked and cocked an eyebrow. She leaned on her elbows and rested her chin on the back of her hands.

"Okay, okay I'll spill . . ." My eyes widened incredulity. I too leaned forward on my elbows wanting to hear more. However, every time she would move her lips to explain something, my eyes would trail down to them, and fantasize on how they would feel on mine –

Damn it Richard! Don't think about that, think about what she is saying . . . but still . . .

No! Don't you dare go there! She's Kori, not some half moral girl you want to grope and then dump. She's different, smart, nice, and beautiful; not fake like Kitten. Yes she's different that is why you fell in love with her . . .

And the reason why I'm waiting, so I won't hurt her. Why I have gone out of my way to be with her every chance I got, like here, or early in the mornings when she's working at the diner to pop by and say 'hi'. Then, you'll talk likes there's no tomorrow, no future without her. Or not even tell Bruce where you're going, yet he soon found out and laughed right at your face saying 'that's why you're being so secretive? I thought you were doing drugs or selling yourself on the street'. Maybe even watching her sleep when I can't (I had a twilight moment there for a little while). Watch her breath peacefully, toss and turn, and wake up suddenly from a nightmare. Then wishing you were there beside her, comforting her until she would stop crying. But you can't, simply because.

I wonder why she wakes up screaming, yelling, or crying, or sometimes all at once. Is it really that bad? That frightening? That sad?

Once Kori finishes explaining the presentation, I am awestricken.

"We are going to blow them away."

Just like you did to me.

: End of Flashback