Hey okay, yeh I know long time no update. But I got less reviews sadness  im just being picky, who cares, anyway, im just delaying time till I do homework and this is the perfect procrastinating mechanism, especially since I can pretend its my English homework and not get in trouble with my mom for not doing my homework 

Warnings: M, for mature the type of guys I love the type of guys the world lacks

Disclaimer: Teen Titans isn't mine, jeez get it right! Neither is the poem well half of it is but the credit is to Red-X-Rox-My-World cuz she is a brilliant poet, and the poem is her creation!

Dedication: To Red-X-Rox-My-World for the poem and your amazing talent for a girl of such age, wow, and yes you Breenieweenie cuz you are inspiration, but you know that already heheh.

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White, green, red, black, blue, or maybe pink? Tonight was the night I was going to show I was better than Miss Barbara Gordon. Of course I already knew that I was better but I needed to make sure that Richard new as well, I was his girlfriend for god sakes!

Desperate situations called for desperate measures or in other words a best friend, Rachel Roth. Speed dial on my Pink Razor and shabam im connected with the girl who was going to help me knock Richard of his feet, I love modern technology.

"Babe, I need help."

"Dress decision?"

"You know me to well."

She did, she could read me back to front inside out, I swear she was an empathy or telekinetic or something.

" The pink Versace, definitely, the ruffles at the bottom are just simply breathtaking, I would have bought the dress but it was only sold in baby pink. And yes I know it was the last on your list, but it's the best for the occasion not to fancy not to plain."

"Thanks, love ya."

"Call me once its all over I want to hear of all the horrible things you did to her!"

"Im not a bitch!"

"Of course not, ciao, kisses."

Bitch, I cant say it enough times I love her she knew very well that I was planning horrible things, but tonight I had to at least try and behave. Try as the key word, I never said succeed.

I slipped on the form fitting dress, it had a v-neck cut and had two fingered width straps the bottom reached just below my knees in smartly placed ruffles some short others long it was a baby pink, but not sickening in color. I left my hair loose and I curled it letting fall in soft ringlets across my back. My jewelry was a pink pearl necklace from Mickey motto that Richard gave me for my last birthday with a matching pink pearl ring set in platinum. My outfit was completed with silver low-heeled Calvin and Kline. Rachel was right it was the perfect dress; not to sound cocky but I looked hot. Take that bitch.

In perfect timing the bell rung, signaling that Richard was here to pick me up, we would then drive to his house where Babs would come an hour later. I told him I wanted to spend time with him before she came, but we both knew I just wanted to be there before her, you could say it was marking my territory. When dealing with dogs you simply had to act like one, and this was definitely a bitch fight.

I walked down the stairs gracefully taking my time to meet Richard by the door; I didn't want to seem anxious although my heart was racing at full speed. When was I ever nervous when dating a guy? Maybe I was in like third grade, but this wasn't just any go out and fuck him date this was the start of a new beginning, either bad or good. I only prayed it would start and end good, not even words could express the emotions I held for Gotham's biggest playboy.

"Hey sexy, sexy you are looking."

"Not to bad yourself Grayson."

He did look good, an Armani Exchange white dress shirt and black dress pants, his hair was spiked but this time with a ruffled look instead of the perfect spikes he so often did. So maybe this wasn't as important to him, or maybe it was just for show.

"I hope you didn't mind that I took the bike, but I didn't want to bother Alfred, the poor guy is aging, and I believe he needs his rest."

"Or you are just thinking of an excuse so you can have me wrap my arms around you."

He gave me his trademark smirk, his cerulean pools bouncing with life, "That as well"

Richard's bike was a sleek red Harley Davidson, which was nicknamed the R-Cycle one of his many pick up lines he first used when he was trying to get me to go out with him, 'hey baby me and my R-cycle are needing some female company, and I believe I found just the girl.'

I giggled remembering all the cheesy lines he would lay on, until one day I heard him singing, yes singing, how much he loved me in the shower, that basically sealed the deal. And no matter how embarrassed he was about that, I always told him there was no better way to tell a girl you love her than signing it, especially in the shower.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing cutie, come on, don't want to keep the Babs waiting."

"Don't sound to anxious, you might brake a nail."

"You tease master Grayson."

"No, I love."

Before hopping onto the bike he brought me into a mind swirling kiss, only Richard's kisses did to me. I would have happily stayed like this in his arms and his tongue trailing the lining of my mouth. But due to his checking of the time and a realization that we indeed were late, we had to brake of our kiss and race towards his house. My hair getting thrown wildly across my face as the wind thrashed against our bodies, but I didn't care, the windswept affect would be in since today. Paparazzi would make sure of that.

We arrived at his manor, and all its breathtaking beauty from the giant white pillars all the way down to the rose bushes in his garden. I remembered countless hours with Richard and the gang chucking rose petals at each other then getting yelled at by Bruce for ruining his prize flowers. Yeh, like he even gardened the flowers himself!

"Stupid flowers always getting me into trouble."

"Yes Bruce and his passion for gardening."

"Would be taken of my goddamn allowance!"

"Aw because Richie doesn't have enough money!"

Richard about to answer with a smart remark was cut of by the shrill shriek of Barbara Gordon, who was looking actually quite pretty in a black knee length skirt and a black and white sleeveless shirt. Her hair done up in a tight bun and her feet adorned in black pointed toe heels.

"Richard,"

She two kissed Richard, although a friendly gesture still elicited a small growl from my throat.

"Koriander."

"I thought we had this established, its Kori, remember Barbara?"

"But Kori is so Neanderthal, wouldn't want to ruin Richard's image with a Stone Age name like that."

We air kissed then took off together into Richard's limo; Richard trailing quietly behind. We reached the hotel in less than half an hour only engaging in small meaningless conversation. Wayne Hotel was a hotspot five star hotel with top-notch restaurants and bars. The usual hang out to get drunk until Rachel and I got kicked out of the bar over consumption of alcohol and winning all the money in poker. The fun was fun when it lasted.

"I love it hear, so many wonderful memories."

Richard nodded then hugged me comfortingly when I death glared him. So many wonderful memories, meaning the place where they first fucked and the place where they recently fucked; Well it is going to be the place where she loses all chances with him possible.

We were seated at a table at the center. Of course placing us center of attention, our food brought out almost immediately. Thank god for Wayne's quick service, but I guess it was due to the fact that they were serving the future heir to this hotel and his guests.

"Your highshool is nice."

"I guess, its not to shabby, but could use another star bucks."

"when I was in highshool we did not even have a star bucks."

"OH I forgot you already graduated, making you 57?"

"26!"

"Hard to tell."

I was only teasing, but it was fun to watch the color rise in her cheeks, she was sure easy to piss off. The red wine came, and I had a sudden urge to drink my heart out, well that's what I was going to do. I went through about a fourth of the bottle listening to Babs and Richard talk about god knows what. It was amazing they had so much to talk about seeing that they never see each other. It was time to play the drunk act, slowly I brought my wine glass to my lips but gasped loudly as it slipped from my hand and landed skillfully all over Babs clothing. Touché.

She shrieked, while I feigned innocence succeeding as Richard looked at me with worry ushering the fuming Babs to the bathroom. He returned shortly after, slightly pissed.

"She really wanted to get along with you!"

"Aw poor Baby."

"She's crying you know wondering what did she do to you, you have been nothing but bad to her."

She was crying, bitch, trying to turn it al against me, it was an 'accident'.

"Look I know you don't like her, and I guess I know why, but fuck Kori I love you, and help me god im begging you to behave."

I shrugged taking another swig at my refilled wine, who cared if he was pissed, he would get over it. Plus if he loved me he would understand that two girls going after the same guy wouldn't simply get along. It was an unwritten rule of female nature, a rule that males needed to understand, and understand quickly.

Babs came back, looking rather red due to the fact that she was mad, not due to crying, her clothes stained a purple and her reeking of wine. I had to say my deed was done, and I had said I would behave. I will, but right after one final thing. I downed another two glasses and to tell the truth I was feeling buzzed but not completely plastered I would save that for when we went up to the bar.

Our desert came, a New York cheesecake for me and Richard and a chocolate mousse for Babs. I groggily picked up my fork stabbing the cake and taking a mouthful I savagely continued till the last bite.

The fork was dipped into the cake then during its travel towards my mouth it somehow ended up flying across the table. Flying with incredible accuracy towards the unsuspecting Barbara, who luckily noticed in time for the fork to latch itself into her hair instead of her eye.

" Woopsie." I added a girlish giggle for the drunken affect, watching her actually wanted me to fall down in hysterics, she was flushed a maleficent red, a not so pretty color.

"Darling that color does not match your makeup." I giggled once again looking up to the ceiling, drama class for two years better pay off.

"Richard dear, I believe you should not let your girlfriend consume so much alcohol."

He death glared me, while I innocently smiled, "Kori I believe that is enough wine."

His tone held a dangerous edge, a warning tone, but I was having to much fun to care. Let him be mad at me, let him believe I was a drunk it was all just to satisfying.

"I don't think its wise for us to go up to the bar, Kori has had enough to drink."

"Babs, are you afraid of me?"

"No"

Her voice faltered a bit, giving in to the fear she was not penning up. Good, she should be afraid she was messing with something far from her reach, something I was meaning to keep.

"Then lets go to the bar."

"Lets."

"Ladies?"

Richard gave us both a questioning look, now catching on to the tension that was rising rapidly. Men, so slow on the uptake of women masterminds.

The bar was crowded and the band was good, not to mention the drinks would have been good.. If I was only allowed one, Richard wouldn't let me touch one saying one more drink might make me accidentally catch her shoes on fire or something. That would have been fun, he knew how to ruin my fun.

A girl walked on stage, her blonde hair looking golden and her eyes blue eyes flickering with gold specks due to the fabulous lighting. Her voice like honey, sweet and jeering making me shiver in the darkness. Richard wrapped an arm around me, the room was fixated on the petite poet.

"Good evening, Mr. Wayne has kindly let me read a poem that I wrote a couple months a go, its called Thy Love is Pure."

Her voice spoke with a melodic tune, the poem heart wrenching, it related to me in the most eerie ways.

Thy love is pure that's what they say.

Well let me give you the real tour.

Some love this feeling, others fray.

Love is pain, lust,

depression and joy, all the same.

But let's not forget all the guilt and shame.

The experience of getting caught up in the endless game,

The feeling of rejection is pain and depression,

then there is joy and lust.

The feeling of acceptation is a must.

What some feel and others wont.

All's fair in Love's war.

That is the grand tour.

When there is nothing left but doubt,

The love reaching a disastrous drought,

and the feelings you once experienced have faded,

your heart bartered, traded,

You remember what you were here for,

in the end its not for the blood or gore,

Its the high of emotions running wild,

love, the image of an innocent child,

The lesson thought many times,

Each lesson charged for higher crimes,

All's fair in Love's war,

That is the grand tour.

She ended softly, tears streaming silently down her face. Like a lost angel in a crowd of drunks, I really felt sorry for her. Her words touched my heart, and they made me think, mad me feel, I was such a bitch. Maybe Babs really did want to be nice and I was taking jealousy a little to far. I felt horrible, I had to thank this little blonde angel later.

I looked at Richard his eyes soft as if he wanted to cry, the poor boy was touched as well but seeing me teary eyed he broke out of his trance to comfort me.

"What's wrong baby?"

Crawling from his arms I slide myself next to Babs. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was that I was really being sincere, but I wrapped my arms around the surprised Babs and apologized, admitting how mean I was and how she didn't deserve it that it was all jealousy. Even I was confused, why did I just do that?

An out of the body experience, I swear the world went silent while I cried my apologies to the auburn haired witch.

But it went well with Richard seeing that he was cooing and cuddling me whispering how good it was to realize my errors and all this other shit I cant remember or basically wasn't listing to. I was to wrapped up in why the hell I apologized, the blonde poets weren't that moving, where they?

Babs gave me a sickeningly sweet smile saying how over it she was and that we really should be friends, then her and Richard going of into a conversation again. I excused myself and walked towards the restroom, and due to my fabulous luck ran head first into the guy I was planning to avoid forever,

Matt Good.

"Erm, hey,"

"Kori."

He said my name in a breathy whisper, almost as if he was afraid to mention my name.

"I missed you."

With those words he pressed mea against the wall in a breathy kiss, my mind was reeling; the alcohol and his taste was to intoxicating, this wasn't right it was right, Tonight was to much drama, like I said I did not do well with emotional turmoil.

"Hes here, I am with…him…I love. him.."

"I know." His voice was sad, regretting his knowledge of how we would be nothing but one night stands.

"But does he love you?"

His words held hope to prove my theory of Richard and my love.

"He does love her."

I was immediately released from the wall and Matt's intense eyes, all due to the words of my boyfriend. Who was once again incredibly pissed! Matt left but not before giving Richard a full out death glare.

"God, I cant leave you alone for one minute, can I?"

I shake my head no, and then im once again crushed against the wall in another mind swirling kiss, it was turning out to be a pretty good night.

"Lets go home Richard."

Picking me up we left with Babs in tow, we reached Wayne Manor with no further drama except Babs and Richard good night kiss which was a little to friendly, but I did not complain seeing that the whole night I spent not only in Richards room but in his arms.

Only waking once to call Rachel and quietly whisper the nights events, which she only so simply answered with a, "Only if you are the extremely ravishing Koriander Anders."

Which I huffed of, with a, "Says the girl who is a world renown writer at the age of 17, with an extremely cute boyfriend."

Rachel and my conversation was cut short by a Richard who sleepily asked me to return to his bed and his arms, which I only happily obliged to.

The rest of the night was perfect, which only made me think, what the hell the morning was going to be like.

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So watcha think the poem is copyrighted, and its by Red-X-Rox-My-World, and me. So give her credit! Haha and the ideas are thanks to Valda who wanted to pour red wine on her and Breenieweenie who wanted a fork stabbing hope that satisfied you guys 

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And jumping into the one-shot wagon as everyone else has for my ninetieth reviewer I will do a one-shot with any pairing and whatever they want, and for my one-hundredth reviewer the same thing! Sooo review!