Pretty Reckless

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

This is a rewrite because of my cringy writing from years back makes me wince. Anywho I plan on finishing all my stories so just like bad, this will go by pretty quickly!

He wanted to start over. Throw his whole life away. Dick Grayson wasn't one to hurt easily, and definitely wasn't one to get dumped. But karma is a bitch.

It all happened over dinner. Typical date night.

He just had an appalling feeling that something was up with her. She was more distant and distracted, which is not the usual clingy and nagging Barbra that he's unfortunately used to.

She was late. Dick had offered her a ride after school, but suprisingly she had declined.

So he continued to sit, like a fool, for nearly half an hour. But instead of humiliation, he felt concerned and started to think the worst. Right when he had decided to call her to see if we were still on as scheduled, she came bursting through the doors.

She cleaned up well. Curled ends, pearl necklace, and a lovely black dress that fit nicely. It was a mature look for her. I stood to meet her and give her a kiss.

"Sorry, I was caught up with something."

"That's okay," he said cooly. "As long as you're here safely."

Shockingly, Dick was really sick of the back and forth relationships that he was so well known for, craving something real. In this short month before graduation, he's realized how nice it'd be to settle down into something long term. At least eventually.

After studying Bruce and determining that he's not happy, it was definitely time for a change. He's the biggest play-boy there is and Dick followed in his footsteps for a while. With his good looks and never ending pockets, it seemed too easy. This year, as the heir turned eighteen, Bruce urged him to give up the spoiled rich-kid charade. Besides he has Tim for that.

His talk made Dick realize that one day he would have to take over the company, and he couldn't do that if I kept fucking around so much. Something he acknowledge but am not keen on being told what to do.

All this growing up talk was intimidating. It had dawned on him that he would need to take extra care into his relationships from this point forward, in order to ensure he had a secure and safe line of confidants later on in life. Usually, he couldn't care less what everyone thought about him; the tabloids and magazines normally heavily dramatisized things anyway. But after seeing his future on the line, especially after inheriting his parent's estate, needless to say he had recieved a wake up call.

"Nice place," She commented, scanning the restaurant.

Dick couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. She was known for her quips and biteful remarks. Some he could see some humor in, but lately felt routine.

He noticed a figure approaching our table, asking if he could take their order. "Could you give us a few more minutes?" Babs asked, just now getting a chance to read the menu.

As the waiter walked away, the detective in him couldn't bite his tongue any longer as the curosity was eating up his insides.

"So where were you, really?"

"Well, Dick" She looked up quickly, "I told you I was busy tonight, studying and what have you. You know exams are coming up. Are you really upset that I was late?"

"No, no. 'Course not. That's why, with knowing your love of art collecting, I was hoping we could go to that gallery across town. I was thinking maybe this weekend?"

It was apparant that she wasn't paying me any attention. Dick heard his voice die down and he raised an eyebrow. Something was definitely up.

She wrung her hands nervously, "That's sweet Dick, but I dunno. I'm more into small projects and I don't really want to go any place crowded-"

"That's okay. I can make sure we have exclusive access. I already bought tickets so we could just try it out first-"

"See, right there's your problem. You bought tickets already and didn't even make sure that I would even want to go."

The waiter dropped off some bread and lingered for a prolonged amount of time.

He snapped at him, "Can you come back later, we're not ready yet."

She looked troubled, "Look, Dick. We need to talk."

He tried his best to look unbothered, "Sure, but if it's about the tickets, it's really not that big of a deal, I can-"

She sighed, "Would you just forget about the goddamn tickets? God, you're no fun."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"All you think about is work work work. Can't you ever lighten up a little?"

Quick, find an excuse. "Babs, you know I'm stressed. I've just had a lot on my mind lately. Look can we start over, I just want to have a nice evening, that's all."

Her eyes softend, "Babe, you're a great guy, and I appreciate all that you've done for me but," She hesitated, "I just think that we need to spend some time... apart."

Shaking his head in disbelief, "What, why? Things were going well, I thought we had progressed nicely."

"And we have. But we're starting college next fall. And I just don't think I'm looking for such a serious relationship right now."

She began collecting her things and stood up. "I'll text you later, okay."

Grabbing her hand in an uncharateristic move, "Wait, that's why you're leaving me? Because I'm too.. profound?"

"No, " She leaned down, "This is exactly what I mean. You're so life-and-death. I don't want to be with someone so humorless and grim. And with the way things are progressing, Dick, I just feel like there's no need to get so serious when we're all going away anyways. Goodbye."

She snatched her hand from his and abandoned him.

But the pang in his chest was more embarrassment as the waiter came to their table a third time. He could already see the headlines as the prodigy had seemingly hit an all time low.

Dick Grayson just became available again, but felt that no one would want him after that pitiful perfomance. He was the 18 year old heir to Wayne Enterprises and ward of Bruce Wayne.

Normally he would tire of a woman, both around his age and older, but lately he simply wanted to prove his reputation wrong. Known for being the womanizer and playboy that he had turned out to be, he wasn't one to buckle down and take a break from his usual trainwreck of a love life.

But he couldn't find a spark after Kory and he had ended. And with Babs dumping him over dinner, he got a taste of how lonely he truly was.

Even though everyone heard the rumor, that didn't stop the countless number of girls still swooning over me.

I used to date Kory Anders and she was the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me. She had cascading, think dark auburn hair and long luscious lashes. Her exotic features were entrancing and her voice was mesmorizing. Her plush lips were naturally rosy and to me, she was the whole package.

Friends first, lovers second. We were seemingly inseperable.

But now, we were only exes, barely even looking at each other.

Alfred liked her. Tim liked her for sure. But Bruce couldn't wrap his head around me escorting her. Most people say I left her for some other 'one-night stand', but the truth is, Bruce told me she was not millionaire material; which was definitely a douche move, but I'm the bigger douche for taking his advice.

Once me and Kory were officially over, I seemed to lose contact with most of my friends as well.

The gang pretty much stopped talking to me, no doubt because of how I screwed things over with Kory.

Bruce ended up setting me and Barbra Gordon up, but after six months I was back on the market and fresh back from a mild heartbreak. I was more hurt at her breaking up with me than the fact that we weren't together anymore. And it was oh so easy to revert to my old ways.

I didn't really have friends in this class. Funny, The Dick Grayson doesn't have friends. I was just trying to graduate from this shit hole.

And since I was the loner and dick that I was I just sat there, by myself, for the remaining part of class. And that's how I was for the rest of the day and how I was going to be for the rest of my life. Or so I had thought.

a/n: hm that's different, I didn't make babs all crazy and naggy.