Author's Note: Hi again. Just wanted to say that you don't need to read Transfer to necessarily understand this story, but it is strongly encouraged. For those that read Transfer, this story will be more graphic with plot (including violence and death) and include more *gasp* mature sexy times. If this is not your cup of tea, scroll on. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Roy stared hard at the screen before him, his eyebrows pushed together in concentration.

Picking up a different colored highlighter, he brought the end to tap at his lips before leaning over the desk he currently sat at. Books, papers, and a laptop lay spread before him in a disorganized manner, not much studying done and having only shuffled his things around. Jiggling his knee up and down, he sighed, pushing the computer away and rechecking his phone.

No new notifications but a picture of Kori shining back at him. Smiling, he clicked the screen off and looked back up only to decidedly shut his laptop and scoop up his supplies.

Roy decided right then, that this school shit might not be for him.

Having the attention of a flea, he was having trouble writing a paper on a stupid book called The Great Gatsby and something about the metaphors it contained. While he excelled in math and science, these gen eds were killing him with boredom. Why are the blue curtains blue? And why did he give a shit?

Getting up from his desk at the library, he shouldered his backpack and traveled through the gray and dreary campus of Steele City Community College. Consisting of a handful of buildings, this lackluster institution held only the city's finest. Speedy snorted at that thought as literally anyone with a pulse could get in, even him with his GED. But he didn't give the people here enough credit. His fellow students were nice and his professors were passionate about what they taught, doing what they could with the funding they had. And he had to admit he'd learned a lot.

Though his first semester had been harder than expected, as balancing a full eighteen credits with his other identity didn't exactly leave him with a lot of free time, he got the hang of it. Not an A student but he did enough to pass his classes with Cs and Bs. It didn't help that when not working or studying he was mostly preoccupied with a certain red-headed alien.

He paused in his thinking, shaking his head.

No, that he would ever complain about Starfire. He would never take her for granted again. Even if their schedules weren't exactly conducive to seeing each other as much as he liked, they made it work and he was more than content.

And he was so proud of her. Over the last two years, it was decided as a Network that Titans East would become the training epicenter for new Titans, and Starfire was heading the program. He couldn't ignore the light she emitted from her face as she taught the youngins and the way she talked about their progress. He would argue that she was born for teaching. But as she focused on Wonder Girl and Blue Beetle's abilities (just some of the new recruits), and he tried to focus on his studies and what his plans for after the Titans would be, he couldn't help but see the two paths forming before them. Two paths diverging in a yellow wood and all that. Hey, maybe he was learning something in that English class after all.

But seriously, as Starfire doubled down on the hero life, even working with the Justice League on continued space missions on the side, he saw himself staring down the possibility of leaving the life of herodom completely and helping people in different ways, perhaps.

The healthcare courses at the college intrigued him and the allure of a 9 to 5 was there. He could finally have the chance to choose a life instead of having one thrust upon him. That excited and terrified him all at once. What if he chose the wrong path? What if Starfire didn't see the same vision as him? What if, what if, what if.

But these were questions for another day. They were still so young, even if he was one of the older students in his classes. He had heard 22 was the new 16 after all. He would try to focus on the now and what he had in front of him.

Though these thoughts continued to weigh on him, Roy was stopped in his contemplation as a buzz in his pocket pulled him back to reality and he reached for the door handle of his shiny black car in the student parking lot. Only after getting in and buckling his seatbelt did he pull out his phone, his jaw dropping at the picture on the screen.

Starfire had apparently gotten out of training early, she in nothing but short shorts and an arm crossed at her bare chest. Some sweat dripping down her body, it was a bathroom mirror selfie to end all bathroom mirror selfies.

Meet me at home? was the text underneath.

Letting out a low whistle and a smirk, Roy stepped on the gas to meet his waiting girlfriend, his reply sent with a click.