Okay, I've been sorta fed up with Titans not giving us these in between scenes where Kori and Dick interact and they find out things about each other. So I decided to write a missing moment that would have happened in 3x06.

As always, happy reading!

It'd been a rough couple of days. Between Hank blowing up and Dawn leaving for Paris….things were not the same. Kori often finds herself in the kitchen cleaning whatever nonexistent dishes were in the sink, taking the time to focus on something she can control.

Kom was here, that was a new development. And Dick was not happy about that.

Kori scoffs as she tosses the soaked sponge back into the sink and grabs the blue dish rag on the counter, drying her hands. Deep in her thoughts, she missed the lithe steps coming from down the hall.

"Hey." She jumps slightly, caught off guard at Dick's sudden presence. She looks up at the black clock on the wall.

1AM.

She tosses the rag on the counter and brushes past him to the living area, not wanting to hear what he had to say to her about Kom. She has to deal with her shit and he has his to deal with, and by the looks of the time, she figures he may have "figured out" his issues with Barbara given the late hour, but she won't let her mind drift there.

He sighs, "Kori-"

She turns, giving him a sharp look. Her green eyes slightly flash bright, "What? More judgements, Grayson?"

His thick brows furrow in confusion before relaxing in understanding, "Look, I was being-"

"A dick." She cuts him off, a smile gracing her lips.

Dick rolls his eyes at the comment, nearly hearing it more than he'd care to admit. But he couldn't help the laugh that leaves his chest.

How does she do that?

"Sure, whatever. I was rude and didn't respect you when you told me something was going on and I'm sorry."

Kori's eye widen, "Wow, Dick Grayson is apologizing."

He bashfully grins. "It's known to happen on occasion."

Kori arches her brow at him and shakes her head, causing her curls to flutter at her shoulders. She doesn't miss how Dick looks at her, but she pushes that light feeling down.

Not yet.

He walks over to the fridge and pulls out two beers, "Here." He slides one across the counter, she catches it gracefully and pops the cap with her thumb as she watches Dick reach for the bottle opener on the fridge.

They take their drinks to the living area and settle on the sofa. They didn't speak for a few moments, just savoring the few silent beats near the raging fire. Kori noticed Gotham was a very cold place. Hardly any sun during the day and the night a deep shadow of darkness. No wonder no one goes out at night.

"When I first came to Wayne Manor, I tried every way I could to leave." Dick started. His beer rolling between his hands, peeling at the red label. Kori noticed this as a nervous tick of Dick's, always fiddling with his batons or scratching the back of his neck. Whatever he was going to say, it was in confidence to her.

"Being back her has been…" he takes a swing of his drink. "It's been tough. I feel myself reverting back to who I was before I left. Back to the guy who goes off on his own and acts like-like"

"Like Batman."

He looks over at her and nods, "Yeah."

"You know you're not him, right?"

"Hm." He doesn't seem to believe her.

Kori leans forward, her thigh brushing against his lightly, "Listen to me. You are not him. Okay? You're Dick Grayson, leader of the Titans. Sure, you have your flaws-"

"Hey!" his face brightens up at the jab.

"But you're you. No one can take that." She sips at her beer and settles back against the couch. "Besides, I think you'd look ridiculous in the Bat-suit."

Dick lets out a hearty laugh making Kori smile.

He should laugh more.

He stares at her for a moment, his dark eyes gazing at her. She knows that look, it takes her back to the last time they were alone like this.

But now isn't the time.

She clears her throat, breaking his gaze to stare into the fire lighting the room.

"I'm sorry about your parents, Kor." She wasn't expecting him to bring it up, hell she hoped she could chug the rest of her beer before having to continue this conversation.

She shrugs her shoulders, "I don't really know how I feel about it right now." It was her turn to distract herself from the inevitable. She lets her long fingers tangle in her curls, wrapping and unwrapping them from her fingers. She hadn't seen her parents for a few years now. And even if she had, she doesn't remember. Her memories have come back randomly, but not completely. If anything, it makes her feel even worse. Not remembering the last time she saw them.

She first feels the couch dip next to her and then Dick's warm, callous hand wrap around hers, pulling it free from her hair. He rests their clasped hands on his leg, his thumb running slowing over her knuckles.

"Hey," he tilts his head slightly, giving her that typical soft Dick Grayson look. The same look he gave her when they decided to figure themselves out first before seeing what this could be. It breaks a small part of her, not meaning to, but a small tear falls down her cheek. Dick, being who he is, wipes it away without thought.

Kori takes a deep breath and close her eyes, letting herself feel comforted. Usually she'd just suck it up and be a tough bitch. But after a while…it builds up.

She lets her head rest on his shoulder, taking whatever comfort he's offering.

"Dick?"

"Yeah?"

"Who were you before this, before Wayne Manor?" she feels his hand tighten in hers. She can feel him contemplating what to say. She didn't expect him to tell her everything, but she would like to know him better.

"It's-it's complicated." He sighs, the rush of air moving through him.

"Then uncomplicate it."

He shakes his head grinning slightly, "You're a pushy person, you know that?"

"Stop stalling, Grayson." She looks up at him seeing his eyes brighten looking down at her and then looks towards the fire place. But then his eyes became clouded, like he was preparing for something horrible to happen.

"When I was a kid, my parents and I were part of the circus. Hayley's Circus. We'd travel from city to city preforming all over…" his eyes glazed slightly, watching the fire intently. Kori lets her free hand settle on his heart, letting him know she's there.

It was enough to help him keep going, "We were called 'The Flying Graysons'. Our act was the main attraction because we wouldn't use a safety net…" Dick takes another sip of his nearly empty beer and sets it on the side table.

"Our first night here, in Gotham, a mob boss named Tony Zucco threated Mr. Haly to hire protection while the circus was in town, but refused. Later on during our act…" Dick stops, needing a moment before continuing. "Zucco hired someone to tamper with the trapeze ropes, so when it came to my parents swinging towards me, they fell."

"Oh, Dick…" Kori's heart never felt so broken. She could feel Dick tighten his hand around hers, holding on to whatever life line he had here in the present, while working through his troubled past. She could feel his heartbeat fast under her hand. His face was impassive, solely focused on the light of the fire, but his body was reacting for him.

He seemed to come back to himself after a moment, closing his eyes and opening them again to peer down at her. "I was angry for a while after, but then Bruce showed me how to transform that anger into something else. But it took me a few years to realize he turned me into a weapon."

Kori nods in understanding, not trusting her voice to say much.

"But after I left Gotham, went to Detroit to start over. I hadn't changed much. I was still doing the same shit just in a different city. But when Rachel came along things changed. I felt myself change. I think I actually had hope things might get better again.

"And they were. Well, besides all the Trigon bullshit and Slade. I think things have been good."

"Until you came back to Gotham." Kori added. Dick nods in agreement.

"Yeah, before I came back here and fell back into old habits."

"You mean going off on your own, finding old friends to fight with and getting shot at? Yeah, sounds about right." She grins at him, lightening the mood.

"Yeah, that's me." His face changed again. Kori is surprised that someone that is well trained to be impassive, he shows all his emotions through his eyes.

"And you?" he asks. Kori looks at him questioningly. "What's going on with you and Kom?"

Kori scoffs, "Trust me you do not want to know that mess."

"Try me."

She contemplates it for a moment, trying to figure out where to start.

"Well…um…" she huffs in frustration. "Listen, the relationship between me and Kom has always been strained. She always had issues following the rules and listening to our parents. It often led her to getting in trouble all the time. She's my older sister and she always had to rebel.

"As for me, I followed the rules. I did what was expected of me and since I'm-" Kori stops, realizing she was about to tell Dick she's a princess, technically a "queen" of Tamaran. But she keeps it to herself.

"I'm just not sure her true intentions here, but I also couldn't leave her down there with the scientists for the rest of her life. It wasn't right."

Dick nods in understanding, "What do you think she's up to?"

"I have no idea, but I hope she's changed." Kori knew it was foolish to believe that, but part of her wants her sister to be better, to do better.

"For the team's sake, I hope so too. We can't have a possible threat living with us." Kori rolls her eyes and untangles herself from Dick's side, letting go of his hand in the process. She can already feel the cold feeling of loneliness creeping in already, but she shakes it off.

"I should head to bed."

Dick runs his hand through his hair and stands up, "Shit—Kori, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Yes, you did. And you're right. We have to be careful."

She turns to leave the room, but not before glancing back one last time. "Thank you for telling me about your past."

Dick grins in return, watching as Kori ascends up the stairs to her room.

Part of him wants to follow her, missing the warmth he knows she can provide. A warmth the deepest parts of himself remembers all too well. But he shakes himself from the thought and tips back his beer for one last sip before heading to bed.