A/N: This is a little AU thing that was inspired by Taylor Swift's "Enchanted." It is not a song-fic, and is only minimally related to the song. It is RobStar, or RichKori, or whatever you want to call it.
Enchanted
Koriana Anders glanced uncomfortably around the room full of strangers.
Sometimes she hated being the daughter of a wealthy businessman.
Sure, it had its perks, but it also meant going to gatherings with the high society snobs of Gotham on the arm of a total stranger.
Her escort for the evening, Garfield Logan she believed, had wandered off to talk to a blonde across the room, leaving Kori to face the party alone.
On the bright side, she was free from hearing any more jokes she was obligated to laugh at, no matter how terrible they were. On the not-so-bright side, she was now forced to be social.
She had spent the night politely dancing with rich young men, faking smiles, and pretending to be enjoying their company. It was the same routine she faced every party.
After surviving a dance with a terribly boring man of about twenty-one, she politely excused herself and fled to find a hiding place.
Stepping out into the garden, she undid the tight bun in her hair, letting her scarlet locks fall around her.
She found a stone bench between two flowering trees and sat down to remove the three inch heels she had been wearing.
Free at last, she began to wander barefoot through the extensive garden, taking in all of its beauty.
Most beautiful to her was a single lavender rose.
She was surprised at its presence, considering it was the only one of its kind in the garden.
It was out of place.
'Much like myself,' she thought to herself.
"Hello there," greeted a masculine voice.
She jumped into a defensive stance, prepared to fight off any threat.
As the figure stepped out of the shadows, she relaxed. It was just another boy attending the social gathering.
"Greetings," she replied, prepared to go through her polite routine once more.
"Are you hiding too?" he asked jokingly.
She gave him a small, and for once, genuine, smile.
"Indeed, I do not think I could bear another moment of the party," she answered.
"Me either. I hate these things, but it looks bad for Bruce if I don't show up," he replied.
"Bruce Wayne? You are Richard Grayson?" she asked. Of all people, she didn't expect her fellow escaper to be him.
"In the flesh. And judging by the hair and eyes, you'd have to be Koriana Anders," he deduced with a grin.
"Quite so," she giggled, "But I prefer Kori."
"Alright then Kori. I'll be honest; I never thought one of the Ander princesses would dislike these things," he said.
She giggled again, "Nor did I expect Gotham's Golden Boy to do the skipping out on his father's social gathering."
"Touché," he chuckled.
They walked in companionable silence for a moment, just enjoying the evening and each other's presence. Eventually they found the stone bench where Kori had taken off her high heels and took a seat.
Kori's eyes roamed back to the young man beside her. For once, the interaction did not feel forced. It was… natural. Comfortable. Pleasant.
She had stared a little longer than intended, and found that his gaze had met hers.
"Are you checking me out?" he teased with a smirk.
"Of course not. I was merely admiring the lovely tree behind you," she replied, a pink blush staining her tan skin.
"Of course you were. Just as I was admiring the one behind you," he responded grinning.
They spoke for what seemed like hours and yet at the same time only moments. They explored the garden and teased each other back and forth. Though they had only known each other for a couple of hours, they acted as though they had known each other their entire lives.
Alas, the evening could not last forever.
Noting the time, Kori regrettably admitted she needed to leave.
She headed back to the bench and replaced her shoes.
Raising back up, her gaze was met by Richard with a lavender rose in his hand.
"I saw you looking at it when I came out," he said holding it out to her, "It's a lot like you… unique and beautiful."
She accepted it with a smile, a blush rising on her cheeks.
Acting with her heart and not her mind, she softly pressed her lips to his cheek.
Realizing what she had just done, she prepared to apologize, only to have her words cut off as he gently pressed his lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss.
They wore twin blushes as they parted and mumbled shy goodbyes once more.
Kori walked through the entrance to find her older sister Mandy waiting on her.
"Nice evening?" Mandy teased.
"Enchanting," sighed Kori.
A/N: Why is Blackfire's name Mandy? Because Kom, Koma, and Komi just sound strange to me.