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Whatever that stupid Nightwing had told Rachel was getting on Kori's nerves. All her did was speak to Rachel for five minutes, and Rachel came in with a smug look on her face. No amount of begging, pouting, whining, and giving Rachel the puppy dog face, Kori's ultimate technique, would shake the Goth. Then, Rachel had the audacity to say she would be gone for months because of book signings across the States. Her book reached its millionth copy in the third week, and the book signing tour came up for more publicity. Deep down Kori was happy for her friend, and she pretended not to notice the fat check on her nightstand, slipping it back into one of Rachel's books. She didn't need the money she loaned Rachel back. If she expected anything, she would have added interest. It was a complete act of goodness to her best friend. Of course, to Rachel, it seemed like charity, and the argument shifted from what the hell Nightwing wanted, to the money Kori gave up.

Rachel was a scheming little witch, she knew that, but it was obvious the reason why Nightwing talked to Rachel was because of Kori. Kori ripped apart the brochure in anxiety. Why wouldn't she just tell her?! And how the hell did Nightwing know where she lived in the first place, or that he knew Rachel? Since when were they buddies? She racked her brain, trying to figure out a connection. Maybe Rachel was his fan? No, that didn't explain how he knew where they lived. An illicit affair? Kori giggled. Big bad ass Nightwing and big bad ass Rachel. The dynamic duo fighting evil in their gothic ensemble. Staring at the fan, she let her mind and body relax. She really did need a vacation, and since she didn't want anything to do with Nightwing, she would have to make her own escape, secretly. The man may have eyes at night, but the day was her cover. She'd go to Kitten's beach house and have the best month ever. But first, she had to bring out her ultimate weapon.

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"So, what do you think?" Kori asked. She already knew the answer. The minute she stepped into Kitten's hotel suite, the brat demanded to see what was in the bag. And when Kitten's eyes bugged out, well, it was a steal.

"Let me get this straight. You're giving this to me, for free?"

The only time Kitten had a brain was during the time Kori wished she hadn't.

"Not exactly. You can have the formal gown. I know, it is gorgeous. I worked on this baby for months. But, I can't handle the stress lately, so I was wondering if that offer to use your beach house was still available."

Kitten didn't even have to ponder. "Yes! You can have the beach house for a month! If I wear this at the party…" she giggled maniacally.

"It's secluded right?"

"Yep, definitely," Kitten said, running her hands over the dark blue gown.

"Give me the specifics."

"Motorized iron security gate in the driveway with pedestrian door, keypad, remote and intercom. It's about 60 feet high. 12 visible CCTV security cameras, 13 hidden, with infrared night vision, all vandal resistant as well. Floodlights, security lights and motion sensors, and keypad security door locks with Z-wave wireless technology. All right by the ocean. Miss. Anders, have you gotten yourself in trouble?"

She chose not to answer right away. Her beach home was a beach fortress. Perfect for the idiots trying to catch her and to keep Nightwing out. Not that he would know she left until just a little too late.

"Sort of. Some corporate guy won't stop stalking me…"

"Deal. You can have my home for the month, as long as this baby and I go out together. She is mine for free, right?"

"Definitely," Kori smiled, "But don't forget to tell your friends who made it, or you won't see any of my clothes worn on your body ever again."

"No problem. Come get the information tomorrow morning, about 8. Sound good?"

For a rich snooty princess, she sure got up early. "Perfect."

With Richard

Richard watched his adoptive father contemplate the idea. The hardest part of doing this job was getting Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman, to listen to any of his ideas and NOT blast it to pieces. But the longer he took, meant the longer he was trying to find a flaw in Richard's plans. Ten years of working under you, you honestly think I won't know what you want to say, or what you will do? Richard thought. He was fond of the old man. Bruce took him in, raised him, and taught him how not to fight villains, with the baseless revenge as his excuse. He learned a lot, and he was only successful because of the billionaire. And now that Bruce was getting older, eventually, he'd have to take the place his father was sitting in right now. But Richard didn't plan on being remembered by Bruce Wayne's son. No, he was going to be remembered as Richard Grayson. He already placed himself in the hero world as Nightwing, making a name as easily remembered as Batman. When Bruce leaned back, Richard knew he couldn't find a flaw.

"And how long did you say this would take?"

"A month," he said.

"Teaching an inexperienced, traumatized woman what we have been doing for years, and you only say a month?"

"The girl has prowess. She's strong, if she can do incredible things to those men. I'm sure, if we hone her abilities, she'd do just fine. Plus, she knows Rachel Roth, Victor Stone, and all the others. Her connections with them was more than enough for me."

"Do you think, in some way, this enemy who has targeted her, knows this?"

"Doesn't matter. I've sent them as far away from Gotham City as possible." It took a lot of IOU's and string pulling to get the girl's friends out of the way. Sure, they could handle themselves, but he wanted to clean out any problems that could occur.

"Do what you need to. In one month's time, we'll see her. But I'm surprised Richard, that you got the League's approval before mine."

"Because I know you Bruce, and it's easier to get yes's from them than you. Think of it as putting the icing on the cake."

"Glad I'm so special," Bruce grinned easily, watching his son exit the room.

"Damn, when I thought fortress, I didn't actually think fortress."

A huge mansion on the beach front with tall towers and huge windows, the mansion was gray, dark, and sleek. It almost felt like impending doom. The drive up here took a long time, and when she got to the gate, she was jumping with cheer. It was beautiful; up on a low hill, with tall green grass and gargantuan trees lining the pathway, as if welcoming her to the front door. The door was pretty normal compared the iron gate, and iron bars jutting out, protecting the windows. And the spikes at the top of the gate and towers made her shiver. Only an idiot would try to climb over those.

She glanced down at the paper in her hand, quickly memorizing the second number. Each door had its own keypad number, aside from the bathrooms was what Kitten said. When the door made a whirring sound, and the deadbolt shifted, Kori walked inside to a foyer with leather armchairs and loveseats, a huge fireplace, a 60 inch flat screen and a crystal chandelier that seemed too dangerous for Kori. She sidestepped the chandelier and headed up the stairs to another little living room, this time with a modern feel to it. The walls were painted light brown, with black couches and a modest television, compared the freak down stairs. A marble white door with another keypad beckoned her. Assuming Kitten's brain was screwed on right, this was the kitchen. The door opened and a kitchen the size of her home called out. She smiled happily. It was gorgeous. Roman style marble counter with a light brown granite counter top, small pillars holding as the legs and designed into fancy flowers and twirls, cream colored tiles cut into diamonds aligned the walls, walnut wood flooring, custom brown cabinets, and a dark sherry armoire (a very fancy wardrobe). She opened the armoire and laughed. It hid the refrigerator. So cool.

She waved goodbye to her friend and moved upstairs to the third floor where she entered the first guest room, typing in yet another keypad password. Hell, when she opened the door to her room, she didn't even care. She immediately faced the bed with purple silk bed sheets and silver flowers design, and silver wood fireplace. The fireplace wall and armchairs (with the same design as the bed sheets) were also purple, and the other walls were a soft cream color. A large balcony with heavy silver and purple draping's hung, covering her access outside. She threw herself on the bed, bouncing merrily. Two swan sculptures took up one corner of the room, their heads touching one another, forming a heart. She screamed in happiness. Luxury vacation, here I come! She thought.

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