A/N- Warning! There will be some BBRae in this chapter—not too much, of course, because my favourite couple deserves the spotlight :P. I apologise in advance to all non-BBRae supporters, although I did mention in the summary that there would be some BBRae... I'd very much appreciate it if you still reviewed though.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, Batman or any quotes included in this fanfic.

Chapter 7

"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."
—Ingrid Bergman

When Albert entered Richard Grayson's office an hour later to notify his employer of an urgent incoming phone call, he found his employer and the beautiful red-haired reporter, Kori Anders, busy making out on the couch. Coughing embarrassedly, the flustered man forgot his purpose of entering in the first place and slowly backed out of the room, hoping to be inconspicuous… but not before his employer had noticed him.

Richard sat up, and Albert noted with silent but blatant disapproval that his hair was dishevelled, his suit had been haphazardly discarded on the floor and his half-unbuttoned shirt was creased. "Hello, Albert. What brings you here?"

Albert politely averted his eyes as Kori glanced his way, clearly quite disappointed with the 'distraction'. "We-ell… there was an urgent phone call for you, sir, but I see you're busy at the moment. Should I inform Mr Kingsley—?"

"That I won't be available for another month at the earliest," Richard nodded, smirking slightly. "Miss Anders and I will be getting married next week and we'll be back from our honeymoon two weeks after that. By the way, Albert, you couldn't possibly help me organise the wedding, could you?"

"I-I shall see to it, sir," Albert stumbled, blushing deep red.

"Thanks, I knew I could count on you," Richard replied cheerfully as his Personal Assistant scuttled away, obviously wishing to get away as quickly as possible. "Oh, and Albert? Just remember to knock louder before you enter next time, OK?" Turning his attention back to the redhead lying in his arms, Richard grinned, "I'm sorry, where were we?"

Kori flashed him a sultry look. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she gently traced a finger along his jaw line. "I believe you were just about to kiss me, Mr Grayson."

"Kori Anders to see you, Mr Newbury," the secretary's voice crackled over the intercom.

Newbury grunted, checking his Rolex. "Tell her to leave the article on my desk. I have to go."

"I shan't take long, sir," a cheery voice floated in from the doorway. Newbury looked up, his already red face turning the colour of a beetroot. Standing in the doorway was Kori Anders, accompanied by none other than Richard Grayson, who had his arm entwined around her waist. Newbury's eyes almost popped out of his head in shock. The look on his face was almost too much for Kori, who restrained a smile with some difficulty. "The article, as you requested, sir."

"Good," Newbury ground out in a choked voice. His face was still flushed tomato-red. "I'm sure it's very good. Now, I must go—"

"Oh, one more thing, Mr Newbury," Kori added. "I hope this isn't short notice, but I shall be taking two weeks off starting from next week. Mr Grayson and I plan to get married and there's the honeymoon after that. I'll be back to work as soon as I can… maybe you can ask Jennifer to take my place for awhile? I hope that is reasonable, Mr Newbury... Sir? Are you all right, sir?"

Newbury looked too shocked to say anything. His eyes flew towards the diamond engagement ring perched upon Kori's finger. He stared at her, then at Richard, before nodding his consent. Then he charged out of his office with his briefcase, muttering words of disbelief and something about a heart attack.

Richard shrugged. Smiling simply at Kori, he swept her into his arms, capturing her lips in an enticing kiss.

"…Oh my god… I'm so happy for you, Kori… yeah… hmm-hmm… of course, I'd love to… it'd be an honour. I'll see you later then? Bye."

"Who was that on the phone, Rae?" Garfield Logan asked as his wife strolled back into the living room, beaming. His eyes never left the film he was watching intently on TV; his hands mechanically fed popcorn and doughnut into his mouth at regular two-second intervals.

"Kori called," Raven Logan answered calmly, "She's getting married next week."

"WHAT?!" The doughnut that Garfield was eating almost popped out of his mouth again. He forced it back inside firmly. "Uh… anyone we know? Is it some Tamaranian guy? Like, the prince of somewhere? Since when was she even engaged?"

Raven smirked, thoroughly enjoying the flabbergasted look on Garfield's face. In answer to the barrage of questions, she grabbed the TV remote and flicked to the news channel. Sure enough, the news anchorman had just begun to announce the day's biggest non-political headline: Richard Grayson's wedding engagement. A video of the press conference filled the screen, showing Richard and his fiancée, Kori. "Here's the best part of it, though…" Raven grinned as the pictures faded and the sports news flashed up. "You'll never guess who Richard Grayson really is."

"Uh… who?" Garfield's brow furrowed. He racked his seemingly non-existent brain and thought hard—something he rarely does, Raven thought regretfully. "Rae, are you gonna tell me or what?" he snapped finally, after an entire 30 seconds of thought.

Raven waited for effect, before dropping the answer like a bomb: "Robin."

"SAY WHAT?!!?!" Garfield erupted, almost falling off the couch in shock. In the background, a calm male voice continued to read out the results of the weekend's sports matches.

"Told you those two would get married," Raven smirked, coolly eyeing her husband over the rim of a mug of steaming herbal tea.

"Hey, I knew that was going to happen too! It's just…" Garfield scratched the back of his head. "Since when did Robin become Richard whatshisname? I thought he disappeared, I never guessed that he'd changed his name! Duuuuude, why didn't he tell us earlier?"

"I only found out today, when Kori told me," Raven replied sheepishly, "I couldn't believe it either, and neither could she, apparently… Gar? Um, Beast Boy?" Raven looked back across the couch at her husband, whose eyes were now fixed on a large chocolate doughnut, the most likely winner of a doughnut beauty contest in which the other contenders were a petite strawberry ring and half of a coconut-flavoured doughnut. The lucky winner would have the honour of being devoured next. "Nothing like food to distract a man's attention," Raven muttered grimly. The TV was forgotten, and Raven seized her chance to turn it off. Garfield didn't appear to have noticed the sudden lack of blaring sounds. Finally, she thought, sighing, a moment of silence… wonderful silence…

Suddenly, a faint gleam appeared in the Azarathian's violet eyes. "Oh, Gar—I almost forgot," she said slowly, drawing out the words to fully savour the sweet success of victory. "You owe me ten bucks." The final words dropped like an axe on an execution block… at least, that was what it sounded like to Garfield.

"Dude, what for!?" he cried indignantly, doughnuts temporarily forgotten.

Raven rolled her eyes, almost unable to restrain a smile at the sight of his gawping face. "We had a bet," she said slowly and exasperatedly. "Jeez, Gar, I thought you'd remember… I said if Robin ever came back to Jump City, the first person he'd tell would be Starfire. I won. So pay up."

Grudgingly, Garfield fished a crumpled ten-dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it over reluctantly to Raven, who pocketed the prize smugly. "That's not fair, Rae. You have psychic powers and stuff," he grumbled in futile complaint as he resumed his former task, judging the doughnuts critically and with some difficulty. They all seemed equally tempting, equally delicious. After all, the strawberry one was just begging to be eaten...

Raven shrugged again. "Maybe you should've thought about that before the bet? Oh wait, I forgot you don't use your brain… much." Gently, she leaned across and lifted a tuft of green hair from Garfield's forehead, and planted a quick kiss upon his cheek. "You're not complaining though, are you?"

"Of course not, Rae," he grinned, returning his wife's kiss eagerly, kissing her fully on the lips.

Garfield pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap. Raven blushed, her usually ashen cheeks stained scarlet, but she didn't protest. Instead, she simply smirked and nodded, "By the way, Gar… the chocolate doughnut looks quite nice…"

Surprise Engagement

Richard Grayson and Kori Anders prepare to tie the knot

ALAN MICHAELS, JUMP CITY

No single person has ever been granted a position on the front page of the Jump City Post more than twice in a week. Richard Grayson has just smashed that record.

On Wednesday, the Post ran a short article following his announcement of returning to Jump City. On Friday, his publicist spoke up and, again, the article made it to the front page. On Saturday, we dedicated our front page to him. Today, Sunday, is yet another Richard Grayson day.

Like his former legal guardian, Bruce Wayne, Grayson attracts media attention like a magnet. A tall, handsome, rich and charming magnet. And he's only 24. But sorry, ladies, he's already been taken.

The heir to the multibillion-dollar Wayne family business held a press conference on Saturday during which he smoothly answered a barrage of questions fired at him from the eager media. He cited the primary reason for his return as "business", dismissing all rumours that claim otherwise. As the director of the newly established Jump City branch of Bruce Wayne's company, Grayson also answered several questions regarding the company's future plans.

He also talked, albeit reluctantly, about his personal life. "Some things are best kept secret," Grayson replied in answer to a pressing question that addressed rumours of a tense relationship between himself and Wayne. He also refused to disclose any information about his past, saying "The past is the past. It's all behind me now; I like to look towards the future."

But one thing the young heir was more than happy to talk about: his wedding engagement.

Guys, it's now your turn to mourn. At the end of the press conference held yesterday afternoon, Grayson introduced to a surprised crowd of reporters his fiancée—none other than Kori Anders, 24, the star of our very own newspaper and also one of Jump City's biggest celebrities. Of course, she's also famous for being named 'Jump City's Hottest Bachelorette' for two years running, due to her charming personality and exotic beauty. Unfortunately for some, she will no longer be eligible for the coveted title after her wedding, which is scheduled for next week.

"I still cannot believe this is actually happening," Anders stated in an exclusive insider interview after the press conference. "When you dream about something for a very long time… it's hard to believe when your dream actually comes true."

Grayson also admitted that he and Anders had in fact been acquainted for a long time—they had first met over ten years ago, when both were living in Jump City. The two quickly became friends and slowly realised their feelings for each other, starting a secret romantic relationship that was cut short when Grayson returned to Gotham. "I already knew back then, without a doubt, that she was the only one for me," he said. "If anything, the time we spent apart has just proved it."

However, the two are now happily engaged. Grayson and Anders were reunited for the first time in almost a decade when she met him for an exclusive Jump City Post interview on Saturday morning. After the interview, the two old friends caught up with each other and Grayson proposed marriage. "It felt as if we'd been waiting our whole lives for it to happen. And in a way, I think that's true," Grayson said yesterday.

Richard Grayson and Kori Anders-soon-to-be-Grayson will wed next week in an extravagant private ceremony in Jump City. Following the wedding and honeymoon, the couple hopes to reside in Jump City permanently. Kori will also remain a Post reporter until further notice, due to her immense popularity.

The Jump City Post extends its good wishes to the happy couple and wishes them all the best for the future. And don't worry: we'll dedicate another front page to the wedding, which will certainly secure Mr Grayson a position at the top of the 'most-featured-on-the-front-page' list.

A/N- What a bad newspaper article. I'm telling you, I can't write newspaper articles. Anyway, enough self-criticism. Now it's your turn—review, criticise, comment... whatever.

There will probably only be one more chapter to this story... to be updated next Saturday. It won't happen any sooner, so please don't ask! What's been keeping me busy? Well, I've been working on a Titans Christmas special fanfic... ;)