Okay so recently I received this unexpected abundance of reviews, and I realized I must update pronto. I'll explain my absence at the end of the chapter

-"Just Know when/ That glass is empty that the world is gonna' bend." So Happy I Could Die

Raven's fear turned into anger. Quickly. She was so convinced that every time she closed her eyes that Dick Grayson would be hovering over her in her sleep that she had succumbed to insomnia for the past four days. She felt physically exhausted all the time, and it was completely his fault. She resorted to brief naps in her office in the middle of the day. The first chance she got she was going to climb on top of him and slit his throat.

Her eyes winced as she struggled to review her latest case. Breech of contract, no problem. If only her eyes could stay open long enough to put her case together. She received a text message from Gar reminding her that it was her turn to cook dinner. She cursed. She completely forgot and was in no mood to cook. She texted Gar to meet her Dolce, and restaurant she liked downtown. She told her assistant to hold her calls at the end of the day to avoid getting another case load.

She didn't really want to spend the evening with Gar. She was too tired to deal with his prying. She was seated immediately when she arrived and ordered a white Russian on the rocks before the waiter could bring her a menu. She sighed. Tired was not a good look for her. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. It was getting kind of long. She opened them when she felt a person standing over her. The waiter placed the drink and a menu in front of her. Suddenly a shadow overcastted her booth.

Dick Grayson was leaning against the booth with that cocky grin plastered all over his face. Raven scowled as he slid into the seat across from her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she growled.

"Garfield wanted me to tell you that he had to work late. You weren't answering your phone and he didn't want you to get lonely so he called me." he said pulling off his black pea coat.

Raven felt her temper rising. His presence was instantly draining. "That's bullshit." she replied grabbing her purse and coat and preparing to leave.

Instead of grabbing her wrist and pulling her back into her seat, like she expected, he took a pack of cigarettes out of the inside pocket of his jacket. He stuck the end in mouth while he lit it. That fucking hypocrite.

"What's the matter Kitten? Do I have you so shaken you can't stand to sit across from me?"

"No!" she defended too quickly.

He smirked. It pissed her off. "Prove it." he said. Raven hesitated. She didn't trust a word he said, and even dinner could be a ploy in his little games. "We're in public, what's the worst that could happen?"

"A lot."

Dick pondered this. "Alright, have dinner with me and I promise no shenanigans. I'll keep my hands to myself and answer any questions you may have for me."

Curiosity rose within her. She tried to fight it. As dangerous Dick was he was also intensely fascinating. Raven had come from a place darker than any imaginable corner of hell. She often times wondered in Dick came from a similar place of destruction. She glanced at the door and then back at Dick's cocky smile. Now or never. She dropped her purse into the booth and slid back into her seat.

Her eyes iced. "Fine, but first sign of your irritating antics and I'm out of here."

The corners of his mouth turned up. "You find my antics irritating." He said amused.

Dick reminded Raven a lot of Hannibal Lector. He lied habitually and yeat was extremely intelligent and charming. "No, I'm asking the questions remember." she said harshly as she let her coat slide off.

Dick brushed it off, and sat up cheerfully. He seemed much more energetic today. He probably just sodomized a Catholic school girl, or something or the sort.

"Let's make it a game. Excuse me honey." he said a passing waitress who looked extremely tired and irritated. Her eyes perked up when Dick smiled at her. "Would you mind getting us a round of drinks?" If it were any other man she probably would have slapped him for calling her 'honey'.

"I'll have wine." Raven said running her fingers through her hair. Wine would really assuage the tension, and it might perk her up a little.

Dick's ice blue eyes flashed toward Raven. "Live a little. How about a round of Herencia de Plata Tequila Blanco."

The waitress nodded before rushing back to the kitchen. Raven scoffed and rummaged through her pocketbook until she found her cigarette case. Dick watched curiously as she held it between her red lips. Dick was intrigued by Raven's unusual beauty. Her dark raven hair, glittered dark purple streaks when the light stroked it the right way. The lightness of her eyes and paleness of her skin, contrasted with the darkness of her hair. She was pale, but she didn't appear sickly. And those eyes...

Those deep violet, Elizabeth Taylor eyes. He had never seen such a pair before in his life. He was beginning to think they were just a myth. It was only suitable that Raven's eyes were as rare a specimen as she. I never imagined a woman so close to himself. She was hot, don't get him wrong. A small waist, perky tits, curvy, feminine hips, but he had fucked a Hollister model once. It was the fire in her eyes that enticed him. She would be his, that he would make sure. Plus it only helped that he was sure Raven was something that needed to be experienced between the sheets.

Raven inhaled the nicotine. She looked up to see Dick's head tilted towards her, watching her. There was an odd look shimmering in his eyes. They were burning with desire. Raven turned away and shifted uncomfortably under his glaze. She was glad when the waitress arrived with a platter of shot glasses. She immediately reached for a glass.

"Easy Kitten, that's one hundred percent pure, unadulterated tequila." the smirk returned. "You might hurt yourself little girl."

Raven scoffed. How dare he? "Oh please, like I've never had tequila before." She tipped back the glass in defiance, and downed the whole glass in one gulp. The burn was like no alcohol she had ever tasted before. The acid ran smoothly down her throat and hit the pit of her stomach, the acid trailing down her digestive system. "Holy shit." she rasped, setting the glass down.

"What did I tell you." Dick said triumphantly.

Raven took a sip water. "I didn't see your hand reaching for a glass tough guy."

Dick pondered this for a moment. He reached out a grabbed a glass. He tossed his head back, swallowed, and placed the empty glass back on the tray. He simply shrugged. Raven wondered if he really was immune to the spice of tequila or if he was just putting on a brave face to impress her.

"I'm still waiting after a moment."

Raven slowly exhaled the cigarette smoke. "Waiting?" she asked. Her voice raspy and sultry.

"I offered to answer any questions that you may have for me. Shenanigan free, but you have yet to ask me any. I made that offer nearly fifteen minutes ago."

Raven was silent for a moment. "Does the offer still stand?"

"Of course."

"Okay, then-"

"Wait." Dick interrupted. "I take issue with this arrangement. Why do you get to delve into the deepest, darkest parts of my psyche, and I don't get to tread through the roots of your personal dysfunction? I think, granted I answer your questions honestly I get to ask you a question."

Raven rolled her eyes. She wasn't surprised. She knew he would go back on their agreement. "Fair- enough. But I warn you I'll know when you're lying."

Dick's eyes flashed danger. Her challenge was enticing. "Likewise. So let's make a game. The lying game. Every time one of us suspects the other of lying we call them out on it. If they are correct they get to ask the next question and the other person takes a shot. If they are wrong they take a shot and the other person asks the next question."

Raven felt a bubble of excitement. If lying were a sport she would be on the U.S. Olympic team. She loved a challenge almost as much as she loved lying. She felt more than confident that she could prove her sense of control to Dick. She had been hoping to do so for awhile now. "Miss Roth, since this was originally on your terms of agreement why don't you start."

She thought about it momentarily. "What's you favorite movie?" She asked taking in a puff of smoke.

Dick laughed mockingly. "What's my favorite movie?" He sat back a little disappointed that she had asked him something deeper. But it was still early. "The Godfather part one. My turn- where were you born?"

"Anchorage, Alaska." She said blandly.

"Lies." He stated bluntly.

A smile curved Raven's mouth. She took a glass off of the tray and slowly brought it to her lips. She then placed it back on the table in front of her and slid it over to Dick. His smile fell of a moment, but he quickly took it in stride and threw back the golden liquid.

"Alaska?" He said slightly surprised, but keep his reactions under control. "That cold, God forsaken hunk of ice out in the middle of nowhere? Hm, interesting."

Raven stubbed out the nub of her cigarette in the ash tray on the table. "Uh," she didn't know if it was too early to get personal. She momentarily thought of the one night stand she had with the school library with a British exchange student that she had met twenty minutes prior. Fuck it. "Who is the best fuck you've ever had?"

Dick couldn't suppress the grin. Now they were talking. "Well," he started slowly. "Let's see. To start I had a pretty memorable time with a Czechoslovakian swim suit model awhile back. But I also had a pretty amazing weekend with this yoga instructor." His eye flashed her. "But I would have to say the best was with Sondra Leighton, the mother of one of my high school friends. I was seventeen at the time and she was forty-one. It was really a Benjamin Braddock- Mrs. Robinson type of deal."

"Sound pretty stereotypical." Raven stated suspiciously.

"Are you accusing me of lying?" Dick said his eyes flashing toward a shot glass.

Raven's eyes followed his. She wasn't sure she wanted take the risk. Besides that it was a stupid thing to lie about. She shook her head slightly. The light caught the waves of her hair. Dick's fingers itched to touch them.

She sighed dejectedly. "What's your question?"

Dick expelled his libido. He had been dying to ask her this. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

Raven looked away from him and didn't answer immediately. She inhaled pushing the memories away from her. It was a long time ago, and those feelings were irrelevant to today. She would tell him the truth. Facts and nothing more. "Voluntarily? Fourteen."

Dick was silent for a moment. His face remained even. Finally he shrugged. "Beat me by a year."

Nine shots, fourteen truths, and nine lies later, Raven was feeling pretty buzzed. She was beginning to regret drinking on an empty stomach. Dick watched her amusement as she struggled to light a cigarette. "You're drunk." he told her.

Her eyes flashed annoyance. "I- I am not." She stuttered. "Are- are you going to ask a fucking question or-or what?"

Dick shrugged. "Okay." It was finally time. "Are you afraid of me?"

Raven's eyes narrowed. "How vain is man?" she scoffed and leaned in closer to him. "I am going to tell you this one time- I am not nor will ever be afraid of you."

It was Dick's turn to scoff. "Please I saw you the other night. I must say I am surprised. You are so much like myself I expected more from you. Perhaps I was naive to think that you had seen and done it all." His voice was so sinister.

Raven sat up straighter. "I've never raped anyone you fucking psychopath."

He shrugged his broad shoulder and sighed. "And unfortunately you will never have the pleasure. Your anatomy prevents the experience." He titled his head towards the side. "But for you there's something else-"

"Stop it." Raven warned.

"Remember that night a few days ago when I asked you if you had daddy issues." His mouth curved. "Well judging by your reaction to the situation, I think I've figured it out."

Raven's teeth grinded together. "Fuck you. My father never molested me." She said matter-of-factly.

"Then who did?"

The question hung in the air between them. Raven felt her anger rising. Her clenching fists caused her nails to dig into the palm of her hand underneath of the table. Her breathing hallowed and she resisted the urge to chug the remaining red contents of her wine glass. She was already going to wake up with a massive headache. She needed the last part of her judgment to keep Dick from pulling her panties down as soon as they got back to her house. Who knows, maybe he would drag her to the restroom and have his way with her there.

Raven stubbed out the remains of her second cigarette. "I think I'm just going to leave." she said standing up unsteadily.

"Wait." he said grabbing onto her sleeve and yanking her back down. He smiled mischievously. "I want to play a game."

Raven scoffed. "I'm done with your games."

"C'mon. I'll make a bet with you." Raven stared at him blankly. Her curiosity was piqued once again. Dick's eyes scanned the thick crowd that had settled at the bar. They set on a particularly uptight looking, middle aged woman. Raven's eyes followed his and promptly rolled at his selection. She was at least thirty-nine. "I bet that I can get her on her knees in no more than fifteen minutes."

Raven scoffed again. "Please."

"Well, Miss Roth if you're so sure of the impossible than you should accept our little wager without a problem." Raven stilled looked unwilling. "If you win I'll be out of your house by noon tomorrow and you'll never see or hear from me again."

"Am suppose to take your word for it?" she said frostily.

"You can take your chances." Dick and Raven held their glaze for a long moment. Dick continued. "If I win-"

"I won't sleep with you." Raven interrupted promptly.

Dick seemed to take this into consideration. "Alright." he said after a moment of pondering. "If I win then...you have to give me a lap dance."

Raven choked on the shock. "I have to what!"

"Give-me-a-lap-dance." Dick repeated slowly and sarcastically. "A lap dance; a provocative or erotic dance that is typically performed by a person of the female persuasion that involves the straddling of the lap of the other person or persons involved. And don't give me that innocent look. We both know perfectly well it wouldn't be the first time dry humped for a favor."

Anger rippled through Raven. How dare he insinuate such a thing, even if was true. Still, that didn't give him the right to make assumptions about her sexual peccancies. Raven took another long hard look at the innocent victim of their latest game of cruel intentions. Her back was perfectly erect, she ordered seltzer water and lime without even looking at the menu, and her hair was pulled in a tight bun. This woman had fuck off written all over her soon to be botoxed face.

Raven smiled. "I accept. And when you lose, make the bed before you leave first thing in the morning."

Raven's confidence, which was borderline arrogance, made Dick's eyes burn. The corners of his mouth turned up as he wordlessly slid out of their booth. Raven watched him slither through the throng of people and made his way to the bar. He leaned against the spot where the target was sitting, but instead of striking immediately he ignored her and ordered a vodka tonic. Raven pulled her cell phone out of her bag and clutched it in her hand. One minute down, fourteen to go.

The woman scanned Dick, but quickly turned her gaze away when Dick turned towards her. There was moment of silence before Dick said something to her. Before Raven's eyes could widen in horror, Dick had slid into the seat next to her and there they were chatting it up about something, that this obvious slut found hysterical.

Dick turned on the charm and went hard. He was flirting-no seducing- intensely. His hand discreetly fell to her thigh. Raven glanced at her phone nervously, willing time to move faster. 12:11 the bet officially ended at 12:19. Her heart began to beat against her chest cavity. The thought of having to strip down and straddle Dick Grayson's lap utterly repulsed her. She would rather grind a cactus.

Dick moved closer to the woman's ear and was whispering something that made her back bristle. Her cheeks flushed a bright red color, but she nodded curtly. They both hopped off of the bar stools and Dick took her by the hand and began leading her towards the back of the restaurant. He winked at Raven as they passed her table. They disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Raven glanced around to make sure no one was watching. She stood up slightly unsteadily and began to make her way towards the bathroom. It was at that moment that Raven realized that she was drunker than usual, and suddenly the five inch heels that she was wearing seemed like a bad idea. She held onto the wall for support. She pushed the bathroom door open slightly and slid in. Peeking around the corner she could see Dick's leg standing up in one of the stalls halfway down the restroom. The woman was kneeling in front of him.

Raven stared vacantly and sighed dejectedly. She glanced down at her cell phone again. 12:16. "Fuck." she cursed loud enough for them to both hear her, and stormed out the quickest of her ability in her slightly inebriated state. She sat back down at her table absolutely dreading the moment Dick would come walking out of that restroom. She could see that smug little grin of self satisfaction now.

Wait. She though suddenly. Why wait and face the humiliation? No, to do that would be to admit defeat. Yes, it was such a simple solution that she probably would have thought up sooner if her solar plexus wasn't full of tequila and vodka. She would just leave. Who was keeping her there? Give Dick Grayson a lap dance- in what universe! Not only would she bail on their bet, but she'd stick him with the bill as well. She dug though her pocketbook to retrieve her car keys and found that they weren't there. She rummaged through in an almost panicked state. Finally she opened the mouth of her bag and dumped the contents onto the table. A cell phone, her cigarette case, two bic lighters, a stick of gum, two dollars and forty-one cents in change, fourteen receipts, a tampon, her wallet, and a tube of lipstick.

That motherfucking, son- of- a -bitch!

He stole her god damn car keys! He had planned this whole night. It all made sense to her now. He probably stole Gar's phone and lured her down there with some fake text message. She wouldn't be surprised if he paid that bitch that was giving him head, to show up and go along with his plan. It sounded crazy, even to Raven but who knew what that compulsively lying, psychopath was capable of.

Raven flagged down the waitress. "Are you ready to pay maim?" she asked politely.

"Get me a Dead Bastard on the rocks." She said as a rather pleased looking Dick Grayson exited the bathroom, his dishelmed looking conquest stumbling after him. "Keep them coming."

Dick had forbidden Raven from driving. By the time they had left the restaurant, a quarter to one, she was completely plastered. In the car she was livid about the ordeal that had transpired about a half an hour ago.

"Y- you think. " she could barely keep a sentence together. "Fuck you. You th-ink just because you got Kory to suck your dick that I'm go to-to do that. Well, you can just go- fuck yourself. Guess who told her how to do that!" She snorted and started laughing at herself.

Dick who was driving managed to ignore her the duration of the drive home, found her drunken antics to be most annoying. Before they were out of the city limits he pulled over in front of a twenty-four hour convenient store. "Wait here." he commanded.

He returned quickly carrying a bottle of minute maid orange juice. "Here drink this." he said warily handing her the bottle. She refused. Dick had. had just about enough. He roughly grabbed her chin and tilted her head back. He poured the juice down her throat and held his hand over her mouth. He used his other hand to pinch her nose closed. "Swallow!" he said menacingly.

Raven tried to resist but in depleted welfare fighting him was impossible. Begrudgingly she swallowed. Dick's hand slowly retreated. The frightening experience made her sober up quickly. The rest of the ride home was silent. Raven's stomach dropped when she saw Garfield's empty parking spot in the garage. Dick pulled into the garage. The door closing was resembled the curtain falling on stage. Dick got out of the car, and Raven watched him move over to her side of the car. He opened the door like a gentleman. She hesitated but slowly slid out of the car.

Dick said nothing but followed her closely, into the house. He grabbed her by the hand and led her upstairs into the guest room. He shut the down behind him. The room was completely dark. He dropped her hand moved his own to her cheek. His thumb ran across the bone of her cheek. "Listen Kitten, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way." Raven opened her mouth to give a snippy retort but his words were quickly. "But just know that I am a man who is use to having his way. You can kick and scream all you want but it's going to happen."

He arm dropped to his side. He slowly backed up and sat in a black leisure chair. Raven glanced at the door and turned towards the dark outline in the darkness that was Dick Grayson. Her hand reluctantly reached towards the bottom of her shirt. She pulled her sweater over her head exposing her black push up bra. Dick's face remained stone. She reached behind her and slowly undid the zipper of her skirt. Her skirt dropped and pooled around her feet.

"Leave them on." Dick said as she reached down to remove her shoes. Five inch, black, platform pumps. A gift from Garfield no less. The irony was staggering.

Raven slowly moved towards Dick. When she was a few inches in front of him, he grabbed her hand and slowly brought it to his lips. "Dance for daddy." he whispered running his hand over the curves of her hips. Raven remained still for a moment. She had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. She put her hands on his shoulders and began by swishing her hips in front of him, and then moving in a circular motion.

God. She thought. I haven't done this since college.

She slid onto his lap and leaned all the way back before flipping upward, tossing her hair lightly against his face. She grinded against his lap and steadied herself on his knees. His hands attached to her miniscule waist. To her surprise, and somewhat annoyance, his eyes didn't reveal lust or passion or even arousal. His eyes studied her carefully as if he were analyzing her.

He wasn't even hard, which pissed her off. He had gone through all the trouble to get her partially nude and dry humping him, the least he could do was get a fucking hard on! Raven was somewhat confused. Was this part of his little game? Well, he would pay for that. She picked up his hands and moved them from her collarbone, done her breast, and onto her thighs. He ran his hands up her thighs, as she continued to groove against him. Raven didn't know if the music suddenly came on or if it had always been on and she was just now noticing it, but suddenly When Doves Cry was blasting through the stereo.

She could feel Dick's heart speed up in the pulse of his neck. Keeping one hand on her thigh, he ran the other back up to her neck and kissed the side of it. Maybe it was all the liquor but Raven was starting to feel increasingly turned on, and by the sudden firmness of Dick's pants she could tell that so was he.

His hand headily grabbed her waist and he continued to stroke the side of her neck with his tongue. The smell of her sweet perfume was intoxicating. He kissed the bottom of her chin, before his lips desperately attached to her lips. Their mouths battled for dominance while they used their tongues as swords. His hands fumbled for her hair, tangling his fingers in her raven strands.

Sweet control! Her mind screamed. While she still maintained control she slid off away from him, seduction burning in her eyes. Her violet orbs were on fire. She slid back onto him, backwards this time so that her glut was pressed against his lap. She thrust against him his hand reached across her stomach feeling the heat of her belly beneath his fingertips. He continued to caress his mouth against her neck, attaching them occasionally to her mouth. His free hand slid into her bra, fondling her flesh of her breast. He played with her teat between his fingers, eliciting a gentle moan of pleasure from her. His hand reached behind her unclasping her bra.

He pulled the straps down her arms and flung it off to the side. His arm wrapped around arm stomach and the other lowered into the band of her panties. Raven gasped in pleasure as he commenced a circular motion around her clit with his thumb. He slowly inserted one finger, getting a rush of excitement as she shivered on top of him. He quickly took up pace, matching the speed of his fingers to the volume of her moaning. Raven began to instinctively rotate her hips in a circular motion. She felt engulfed by lustful recklessness. All self control abandoned, she began to wonder why she resisted Dick in the first place. The rational part of her knew that anything seemed like a good idea in the throws of passion.

Raven began to feel her muscles contract, and her knees buckled together. Suddenly the bedroom door was thrown open. Raven startled and Dick froze. There standing in the doorway was a very distraught looking Garfield.

-"So happy I die and it's alright."-

And that's where we end. So what happened was, literally six days after my last update the backlight to my laptop went out. I brought it to a friend of mine who fixes computers and a couple of days ago she told me my laptop was rejecting the backlight and now I have to replaced the entire LCD for a frigging lightbulb. Even now I'm typing from the famly computer and finding time to myself if difficult. To make amends I will definately update during the Christmas break and try my best to update again before the break is over.

P.S. To those of you who have read 4 chapters of this and can't tell by now this is an AU fiction. Don't like it, don't read, and don't waster your time reviewing because I will simply ignore it and continue to do whatever I want.

So Happy I Could Die- Yes, it's Lady Gaga. Their all Lady Gaga. They will all be Lady Gaga so yeah.

Happy Holidays to all.