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Summary: Kori Anders, news reporter, has seen a lot in her time. With the recent killing of civilians, Kori is putting away her papers, and testing out her investigation skills. Not only worrying about becoming the next target, she is worrying about her old flame Richard Grayson who seems to be appearing a lot more often, especially when she is with billionaire and rival to Bruce Wayne, Slade Wilson. Who is killing the people and will Kori be next? Oh, and who is Nightwing? 15

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Eleven

No one enjoys work, especially when you go to an office with a French boss yelling at you. So maybe not everyone had a French boss, but Kori did. It wasn't the fact that Madame Rouge was French her even her boss…it was more of the fact she was in simple words, a bitch.

Only being the nineteenth of December Kori dreaded the thought of Slade Wilson's upcoming Christmas Eve Party on the twenty fourth. She was to attend as his date the thought made her cringe. After the bombing of her old car Kori has had her doubts about the man…something was up; though she had no time to let her mind drift off to her personal life, when her career was hanging by a small thread.

"Ms. Anders!" The sharp voice of Madame Rouge sounded and Kori looked up from her paperwork at her desk to see the former French editor and chief of famous magazines, knocking on her door. She held papers in her hands, and her red heels clacked as she walked over to Kori's desk. Her black hair was in a little above shoulder length bob. Her eyes were a dark brown, and she was tall and skinny. She wore a simple red dress with black stockings. Her lips were a deep red, and her eyes had a predator glint to them.

"Bonjour Madame Rouge," Kori let out a chuckle as she greeted her boss in French. The roll of Madame Rouge's eyes was hard not to ignore. Kori could feel herself becoming agitated already with the woman who had only just stepped into the room.

"Explain why we don't have a story on this?" Her French accent subsided a little and Kori was able to understand her. Kori then watched as papers fell on her desk. The competitions papers showed covers of Nightwing. Blurred images of the superhero covered the pages with a variety of titles.

"You didn't assign one." Kori pushed the papers away. A small smile came to Kori's face as she dreamed of meeting Nightwing. She snapped out of her daze as a fist pounded the desk.

"Well I am now. You better get your ass on this story Anders, and find out everything about this 'Nightwing.' Don't get a story by the end of the week…let's just say you can pack up your stuff to leave." With that Kori glared as Madame Rouge left her office, and off to threaten some fellow coworker.

"I'll get you a story." Kori smiled as she looked once more at a competitor's snap shot of the mysterious masked man. The very man she would be meeting tonight.

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The only sound heard from Richard Grayson's bedroom was the hiss he let out as he touched his wound. White strips of gauze and tape was placed over his right shoulder, the place he had been shot. Richard was thankful that Alfred was able to remove bullets and patch up the wounds. Richard was even more thankful the gun shot had missed any major areas.

"It can't be that bad." Bruce was at the door as Richard looked up. Richard got up from his desk chair. His shirt unbuttoned from when he came home from work to inspect his injury, his chiseled chest being displayed to the world.

"Sore that's all…" Richard took off his shirt and threw it on the bed. He was still in his black slacks and dress shoes.

"Well it was all worth it." Bruce commented. He walked in further to the room, holding something behind his back.

"What are you talking about?" Richard sat on his bed and looked at Bruce, cocking an ebony eye brow. He already knew Bruce meant it was worth saving the lives of innocent people…something else was up though.

"Did you look at any of the papers today?" Bruce walked closer till he stood right next to Richard at the foot of his bed. When he saw Richard shake his head he threw down what he was hiding behind his back, newspapers.

"What do you want me to do with these?" Richard shuffled through the various newspapers.

"Look through them." Bruce now took a seat on the bed as he watched Richard.

Richard rolled his eyes at the obvious action. He then began to look at the papers. A small proud smile came to glow on his face as he watched the name is his other identity Nightwing appear over and over. Caption read how he was amazing…a hero. He looked back up at Bruce who was leaning against his bed frame.

"Looks like you did make a name for yourself." A proud smile came to Bruce's face as he lightly hit Richard in the back…a small sign of affection.

"Looks like it huh?" He smiled again looking down at the papers, before moving them aside. He looked back up at Bruce who was examining his nails. Richard stifled a laugh. It was silent for a few moments. That was…until Bruce spoke up.

"You need to be more careful." He took long footsteps over to the window where he looked out the back of the house. The landscaping…was beautiful.

"It was just a gunshot wound. There were four idiots… it's nothing Bruce. I've had worse." Richard let out a shrug as he looked over at Bruce.

"Not just about your safety…but about your identity. When you were out saving the people, Alfred came up here to drop off some dry cleaning on your bed. Rather than placing it on the bed he went into the closet…he found your lair open. It was only Alfred this time…but next time it could be someone else. You need to be more careful…remember to lock up the door before you leave." Bruce strolled towards the door pausing to give Richard a long stare.

"I'll be out on business for three days. I will be back at night on the twenty-second. I expect that you will be in work every day, and do nothing stupid."

"I'll try my best," Richard let out a chuckle and Bruce shook his head.

"I can only hope."

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Kori was nervous. She had never been this nervous about meeting someone in her life. Her heart pounded as she walked to the back of the bank. It had been shut down since the robbery, the bank wanting to recover the damage before opening again. Her boots were quiet for once as she stayed as silent as possible. She was now at the back of the building and leaning against it.

Kori couldn't deny that she felt like a detective in her cream colored trench coat. Her black boots and stockings showed off her perfect leg structure. Her red dress was hidden underneath the warm fabric of the coat, and her hair was left cascading down her face in curls.

Her feet nervously tapped the cold damp floor, and her breathing let out small puffs of white. Her hands were hidden away in her pockets, keeping them from the cold air. Biting her lip with nervousness she almost thought he wouldn't show. She gently slid her hand out of her pocket and grabbed her phone. It was now only 11:02.

"Maybe he isn't coming." Kori chuckled lightly. Of course she had only waited two minutes for him, but he wasn't helping her anxiety.

"Or maybe he got stuck in traffic."

Kori would have gasped seeing a man come out of the shadows, but rather then scream or yell, the familiar voice of the hero that had saved her twice came out. He wore the black spandex suit, and the dim light from the moon showed how much muscle he had close up. His mask was on…as always and hid his emotion.

"Or that…" Kori couldn't help but let out a blush. She was thankful for the dark night.

It was silent for a moment and Kori had looked up at the man before her. He was only a few feet away. His posture seemed one of a man who had confidence, but wasn't arrogant. She came closer to him. Taking in a breath she was about to speak. She stopped though as he held up a finger.

"Want to see a view?" He questioned. His voice was deep. You couldn't deny how sexy it was.

"Yes," a smile came to the girl's face as she looked around unsure of what to do.

Nightwing stepped forward though, closing in the space between them. His breath was hot on her face, and chills went down her spine as he grabbed her hands placing them around his waist.

"Hold on tight." His voice whispered. Kori nodded as he slid one arm around her waist, pulling in tight. It was impossible to ignore the burning sensation she felt all over her body with every touch.

Pulling a device out of his utility belt, something went shooting in the sky. Before Kori knew it, she herself was shooting into the sky…flying into the night. The graveling hook brought the two to the top floor of the bank building. An awkward smile came to both of their faces as each pulled away from each other blushing. They walked to the corner or the building and took a seat.

"It's beautiful out here." Kori murmured. Her gaze fixated on all the colorful lights the city of Jump had to offer. The moon was high in the sky, and stars twinkled in the night. The sounds of the city were heard all over, and the two were quiet as they marveled at the world.

"You wanted to ask questions right?" Nightwing broke their silence and Kori pulled her eyes away from the city lights. She looked over at him and gave a small smile, nodding.

"About that…would it be possible that I can make this an official interview. As you may or may not know I work at the Jump City Post. My boss says I'll be fired if I don't get some sort of article about you that's different from everyone else's. So would that be okay?"

She looked up at him, her green eyes wide. She looked like a lost innocent puppy. Kori's smile was pure and darling; it almost held a flirtatious edge. Nightwing just stared at her and she could almost feel as if she was about to explode.

"I don't answer; don't push me on the subject." He gave a small smile as Kori's face grew into a happy glow. She almost hugged him, but decided that might scare him off. Along with the fact she was sitting on the edge of the building, with him right next to her. One wrong move they could both plummet to their death.

"This is Kori Anders, having a personal interview with none other than the famous hero we have learned to be Nightwing." Kori pulled out a small tape recorder and held down the button as their conversation was recorded. She could see his smile which made her own grow. "So Nightwing…who are you?" She knew she wasn't going to get the answer she wanted, but had to try.

"That's better left unsaid." He had a smile as he leaned back on his hand. The moon hit his face and showed off his perfect features.

"Why is that?" Kori raised an eye brow.

"Now we all know that superheroes don't give away their identities."

"That we do." Her smile was genuine. "So Nightwing…you consider yourself a superhero?"

"Well…I don't consider myself much. The papers said it…not me." He gave a charming smile, a perfect set of white teeth being shown.

"What do you get out of helping people?"

"I get a lot out of it. It's not for the reputation as much as the fact that I'm helping people. I've seen with a lot, dealt with a lot. It's the fact that I'm helping someone…saving someone from the evil I've seen out there."

"Will we being seeing a lot of you around Jump?" Kori was quiet.

"Well whenever there's trouble…I'll be there. I have a feeling that you'll be seeing me a lot."

Kori was about to ask a question. As her lips spread apart, about to speak she stopped. Nightwing had removed the tape player from her fragile fingers. He leaned closer to her, turning the device off, and placing it in her coat pocket.

"Why did you do that?" Kori was a little confused.

"We both know you already know that you have the perfect amount of information for a paper about me. Those questions the public wanted to know…what about you?"

Kori was surprised with his broadness. She nodded her head nonetheless agreeing with him. There were more personal questions she wanted to know, questions that wouldn't be printed in the paper at all.

Kori watched as he stood up from ledge and went back on top of the level roof. Kori stood up as well, but stayed on top of the wide ledge. They began to carefully stroll around the square rooftop.

"How old are you?" She asked him. He let out a low whistle.

"I'm in my twenties." He looked at her sideways, her hair frayed in the wind.

"Are you always a hero, or do you have some life out there?" Kori watched the stars as she spoke. They watched the two quietly, only sparkling in the dark.

"That depends how you look at it. I always try to do good…whether I'm in my costume or not."

"Are you single?" The question blurted out of Kori's mouth before she had time to take it back.

Her own word vomit had caught her off guard causing her to pause. She began to sway on the roof, her feet losing their balance. Before she could even begin to fall though or let out a squeak, Nightwing's arms came to her rescue. Gently lifting her carefully, he pulled her off the ledge and on to flat surface.

"Are you always this use to getting into trouble? If you are I really don't think I'll be able to save you all the time." Both of their attention was drawn away from Kori's previous question and onto her clumsy self. Though she was usually a very orderly person…except when it came to Nightwing.

"About saving me all the time…" Kori had a light blush on her cheeks. She moved closer to him, standing a bit on her tippy toes. Her lips reached his left ear. "Thanks."

Freezing at that moment neither knew what was about to happen, until Kori pulled away and looked at his pink lips. It might have been Kori who leaned in first, or maybe it was Nightwing. Regardless of who initiated it, their lips touched.

Neither had a thought in the world as lips met in a slow rhythm. Her smell of strawberries and flowers was intoxicating. His hair was soft to the touch as fingers roamed, and hands touched. The world melted away into a background as Kori was the first to pull away…she gasped lightly for air.

"Is that how you always thank people?" His breath was a bit husky, and Kori leaned forward again before he could say anymore.

Their lips brushed against each other again, in a nice gentle kiss. It was deepened by Kori as she leaned forward more, pressing her body lightly on to his. It had been a long time since Kori had been kissed…too long since she had felt a connection with someone. The pit of her stomach tingled with nerves and butterflies. She raised her hand up to his right shoulder where she touched it gently without thought. Nightwing was now the first to pull away quickly.

"Is that where the bullet hit?" The memory of Nightwing hit in the shoulder was coming back to Kori. His agenizing cry of pain screamed again in her mind. She frowned as she lightly touched around the spot.

"I'm fine."

"I'm sorry."

"Kori…" He was about to say something but stopped.

"What?" She had a small frown on her face from his tone in voice.

"I have to go." She nodded lightly.

"I'll take you down."

Kori nodded as she held on to Nightwing again. Closing her eyes she leaned against him, and paid no attention to what he was doing. Before she knew it her body was flying until she felt her legs hit the ground.

"Will I see you again soon?" Kori asked.

"You'll see me again…I promise." He had a smile on his face and without realizing it he gave her a chaste kiss. The gentle kiss left both Kori wanting more.

"Bye…"

Nightwing disappeared as Kori brought her hands to her lips. She hadn't felt this way since when she was with Richard, though the kiss didn't compare with Richard's. Nightwing was a better kisser. He had a more gentle mysterious edge to him. The smile couldn't be wiped of her face.

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Richard was in a complete state of shock as he walked away from Kori. Still in his Nightwing costume he ran to the shadows where he watched the girl. He pulled off his mask and looked as Kori touched her lips. He mimicked her smile.

"Wow…" His whisper was gentle and Kori showed no signs that she had heard a thing. He watched as she picked up her phone and talked into it. Soon she was walking away. Richard himself had just then gotten his own phone call. He found Richard Grayson cell phone and picked it up. Victor was calling.

"Hey man," came the voice of Vic.

"What's up?" Richard was silent as he leaned against a brick wall.

"The crew is meeting up for some food at the dinner. You in?"

"Is Kori going?" Richard regretted speaking. He couldn't take the words back.

"She is…is someone eager?" He could have killed Vic for his loud chuckle on the other side of the phone.

"No! I'll be there soon." And before any words could be said again Richard hung up.

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AUTHOR'S COMMENT

*It's been awhile no? I feel horrible I didn't update. My life has been a bit chaotic lately and I have been in quite the pissy mood to tell the truth. School is killing me, and my family…well we haven't been getting along. Enough with my excuses though…what about this chapter?

So the only part I don't like is the questions. I felt that part could be a bite better but my brain is fried after a long week, so I did the best I could. So it's only December 19th, 2009 in this story sorry if things are moving slow! They finally kissed though so that was my exciting part! I am hoping to update soon! Thanks for all reviews and nice comments! Sorry if there are a lot of errors I had no time to spell check!