Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Teen Titans.

Nice guy Dick Grayson has been dumped by his girlfriend, Babs. After a minor car accident with the beautiful redhead Kory, he offers her a compromise for his silence. The only problem is she has to pretend to be his girlfriend in order to win back his ex. And while it seems to be working, the last thing he expected was to fall head over heels in love with the proxy…no one ever said love was meant to be simple.

Kory

"So what are they saying, Kory?" Bee asked from the other end of the cordless phone.

"Shh…I'm still listening," she whispered to her friend as she eavesdropped on her parent's conversation. She hid in the midst of the hallway adjoined to the living area.

"Luanne, please. She still isn't of age to stay here unattended." Myan, Kory's dynamic and high-minded father, insisted. She rolled her eyes at his annotation fearing her paternal figure would soon win the debate.

"Myan, she is seventeen years old. She is hardly a little girl. We need to start trusting her more. How else will she learn to do anything for herself?" she advised, pleading with her husband. Myan furrowed his red eyebrows at his wife's astute justification.

"Fine, but if anything happens…anything at all, let it be said-"

"Dear, please. You once forget that I remember all about your college years. Our sweet Kory is hardly the wild child you were." Luanne grinned, reminiscent of her husband's old untamed ways. His nervous smile caused a small laugh from his wife.

"Good," she clapped her hands together. "Then it's settled. We better start packing soon if we plan on leaving in a couple of days," she offered before taking leave to the kitchen.

The recent news was enough for Kory to rush up the stairs, overjoyed with excitement. Her buoyancy clearly visible, she was now in the safety of her own room and she exclaimed into the phone, "Yes, Bee! Can you believe it? Parent-free for two long weeks!" she danced up and down, shouting praises to her friend.

"Are you kidding me? Girl, you know what this means, right?" Bee asked.

"Party! Party! Guys! Guys!" they both sang while strutting their hips to their own beat. "One of our shindigs is long overdue," Kory chatted.

"I'll give you props, girl. You always do have the best ideas. Now all you have to do is think of a way to get rid of my parents for awhile," Bee joked. "Where are they going, anyways?"

"Well, some of my father's stuffy lawyer friends invited them for a two week getaway to their Aspen retreat," she said, gazing into her vanity mirror as she applied some fancy pink gloss onto her lips.

"Kory!" She turned to her door when she heard her name being broadcast all the way from downstairs.

"Hey, I gotta go. Mom's calling me. Probably to tell me they're going to abandon me for two weeks," she predicted. "I'll call you later." She hurried down the stairs, awaiting to hear the good news…

These are going to be the best two weeks of my life!

But little did she know fate had other intentions in mind for her.

Gar

"Garfield Logan! If I have to tell you one more time to get up, so help me!" Mrs. Logan chided from outside the door to her son's bedroom. "It's already ten in the morning!"

"I'm up Mom!" he announced, pulling the jade covers off himself. Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he yawned tiredly as he removed himself from his bed. He opened the door to his closet and retrieved his clothes for the day.

"Dude, I could use some new threads." Shrugging off his choice of attire, he quickly exited his room and got ready for a bath.

After completing his normal routine, he descended to the kitchen where his breakfast was waiting for him. Mrs. Logan was by the oven preparing something other than tofu for herself.

"Hey, where's Dad?" he asked after seeing his vacant chair.

"Oh, he had to be at the animal clinic early this morning, sweetheart," she informed him, reverting back to her motherly dialect.

"He isn't going to make me work with him again this summer, is he? I'm still having nightmares about that one-eyed poodle."

"I doubt it or he would have asked you by now. Speaking of which, what do you have planned for this summer?" she asked.

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe get a job so I can save up for my moped. Unless, of course, you're feeling generous?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Hearing her chuckle only confirmed his doubts at her opening her wallet anytime soon. "No really, some of us are going over to Kory's today."

He took a fast drink of his orange juice, pretending not to notice the content smile spreading across his mother's lips. Gar rolled his eyes, annoyed. She always did this whenever he mentioned Kory.

"Mom, don't start," he continued, pointing his fork at his mother as he tried his best to end the topic.

"I'm only wondering why you haven't asked her out yet? She's wonderful for you."

"Mom, we're friends. That's all we'll ever be. She's practically my sister."

No matter how much he repeated this, she never gave up on the idea of them together. Despite the fact that Kory was very beautiful and carefree, he never saw her as anything more than that of a friend. They had known each other since grade school and he wasn't about to let a quirky relationship ruin what bond they held together.

"Sister or not, I'm glad she's been there for you." Gar tried not to wince at her tone. "You know, through your whole ordeal." He heard the sorrow in her voice and tried to console her worries.

"Mom," he placed a hand over hers. "It's been over five years. Trust me, I'm fine now."

"I know you are. I'm just worried." Her hands fluttered and she nearly choked up. "I want you to be-"

"Mom!" he argued. He took a shaky breath at her concerned face. He quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Mom. But don't worry, please. I'll be fine. I'm sure it's not going to happen again. I don't want to go through this everytime."

She viewed her son's reassuring smile and gave one to rival his own. She turned off the stove and traveled over to him with her plate.

"I know but you can't blame me for being a mother. I just don't want anything happening to my baby." She stood and moved behind his seat, giving her son a kiss atop his blonde hair. "I love you and I'm afraid, is all," she started, hugging him tightly.

He struggled playfully against his mother's grasp, "Well, don't be." Finally free, his smile never faded. One thing about Gar was he always looked to the bright side of things. Given any situation, he always remained a prankster, an optimist, a boy at heart. Another reason why he and his friends got along so well, especially with Kory.

"Now eat up before it gets cold," Gar warned, motioning towards her food. Mrs. Logan nodded, agreeing with her son, and quietly began scooping up her food.

Dick

Dick surveyed the extravagant restaurant, eyeing the tables of couples engaged in their own romantic parlance. He sat and waited at their reserved table, looking occasionally to the hostess's table for any sign of his girlfriend. He whistled softly to himself as he drummed his fingers on the white tablecloth, apathetically.

He had already become accustomed to her habitual tardiness, she was usually late for their dates.

But tonight should have been different.

Because tonight was their one year anniversary. Dick went through a lot of trouble to prepare a special night for them. Well, as special as anything could be to Babs. He never knew whether or not she ever appreciated some of the things he did for her. Lately, she seemed far more focused on her own life to deal with the straining of their relationship.

He sensed a figure approaching and looked to his left, but it wasn't her.

For the second time that night, an older waiter had made his way to his table with a couple of menus in hand. "Would you like to order now, sir?" he said giving him a haughty glance. Dick was about to bid himself some more time when he heard Babs speak up.

"Sorry I'm late."

Immediately, Dick noticed her little black dress, accented with a pearl necklace he'd given her years ago. Primped also was her roasted-cinnamon hair, in a chic bun. "My appointment took longer than expected, Dick."

He rose after seeing her reach their table and placed a hand behind her shoulder, giving her a kiss on the lips. "That's fine. As long as you arrived safely."

Babs eyeballed the restaurant with a quick sweep and was fully impressed. "Very impressive." She viewed the waiter lingering by, "Could you give us a minute?" she asked, and the waiter, with a shrug of his shoulders, was gone.

"Well, Dick," she nodded. "You really outdid yourself this time. After our last date, I was thinking we'd end up ordering into a clown's head," she teased.

Dick groaned silently at her lofty remark, looking away from her. Why can't you be satisfied with anything I do? "Babs, I told you. I did make those reservations. It was their mistake, not mine."

"It was a joke Dick. You know…ha-ha," she back talked. "You used to have a sense of humor, if you can remember that far back," she muttered the latter statement faintly.

But Dick heard her quip and had thoughts of his own. Funny. It conveniently disappeared after I started dating you. Then he mentally slapped himself for even considering such a thing.

The restaurant seemed so vibrant and full of life as patrons laughed and dined, all except for their table. Dick decided a change of subject would help them try and alleviate their spirits.

"I was thinking," his lips curled up at the corners, "with your love for art, we could go to that new gallery that opened up. Bruce says…"

Words. Words. Words. That was all she heard. Babs watched nervously as Dick spoke. She was scrambling through so many emotions. She loved Dick but she just couldn't do this anymore. She was no longer paying any attention to his discourse as her mind drifted off into her own thoughts. She didn't want to hurt him, he was a great man. Her hands began fidgeting in preparation for what she would soon have to tell him.

"So what do you think?" he finished. He lingered at her hesitant countenance. He had an appalling feeling something was wrong. "Babs?"

"Look, we need to talk," she said, troubled.

"About what?" he asked, taking a sip of his water.

"I think," she began but paused and cleared her throat. "Understand that...you're a great guy. A really fantastic and sweet guy. We've shared so much together."

He knew something was wrong. For one thing, Dick wasn't flattered by her compliments. Nor did he enjoy being patronized, "But?"

"But I just think it would be best if we just," she nimbly stuttered, "...took some time apart from each other."

Upon listening to her words, he shook his head in utter confusion. He couldn't believe what he just heard. What felt like a brick stone making contact with his head, was in fact him apprehending her bidding. His longtime girlfriend had just suggested they break up, and on their one year anniversary of all days! A pang of hurt channeled through his body and onto his melancholic face.

He sat, stunned. Gawking at her, he began questioning slowly. "What? Why?" He asked but gave her no time to answer. "I mean, I thought things were going good between us? Weren't they?" he asked through shallow breaths.

Yes, so they were somewhat more distant than ever but he had never anticipated her dumping him. He felt their problems were minor enough to be worked out. But she'd taken drastic measures here.

"They were Dick but it's just that," she struggled to speak. "Well, we're both going to be starting college this fall. We're going to be away from each other."

"Can't we work through that? Lots of people have long distance relationships. And they work out well."

"That's not all," she frowned, looking down to their table, guiltily. "Dick, I've met someone," she hurried out the latter.

"You met someone!" he yelled, his depressive tone surely gone."What the hell does that mean!"

Gasps and peers surrounded them and Babs looked around to see the talebearing elites of Gotham inching their ears closer. "Will you keep your voice down?" she hunched down, whispering.

"Keep my voice down?" he asked bowled over, disregarding her request. "You tell me that you want to dump me only after cheating on me. And you want me to keep my voice down?"

"I didn't cheat on you," she claimed, her face was now growling.

"What the hell would you call it then?"

"I'd call it me meeting someone that I have a lot in common with. And quite frankly, I like him and he likes me," Babs retorted quickly.

"I don't believe this," he jolted in his seat with dismay while running both his hands through his ebony mane. "I don't freakin' believe this." He exhaled, leaning back on his chair as he was now fully aware at the spectacle their quarrel had caused.

"See it from my perspective. We're nineteen years old, Dick. We've already been together a year," her face fluctuating from concern to embarrassment then to nervousness. "I just think that we're missing out on a lot of things right now."

She went to caress his hands, which he had rested on the table, only to have him pull them away. Her consolation was the last thing he needed, nor did he want her pity. "I'm sorry. I really am."

"You're sorry! That's just supposed to make everything better," he emphasized by waving his arms around.

"No!" she implored staring into his deep blue eyes, eyes that she loved. "But I don't know what else to say."

"Don't know what else to say, huh?" he scoffed at her. "Well here's an idea. How about goodbye!" Dick rose from his seat and stormed out of the restaurant leaving Babs to meddle in her own puddle of guilt.

Well guys this is my new story. Well it's a little blah right now. But I just needed to get the beginning out of the way. Unfortunately, I don't know how fast I'll be updating this seeing as how I just acquired a part-time job and everything else going on in my life right now. I hate work…ugh! Can't believe I'm the last of my friends to get one. But still I hope this story will be interesting for you all. And yes before anyone asks, I strictly despise the Dick+Babs pairing, you can't imagine how hard it was for me to write them together (so if the chemistry isn't there…don't blame me. It's basically what I feel their relationship would be like anyways.) It will be Dick+Kory even if they have to go through flaming hoops to get there. There must be drama in the game of love. Lately I've been feeling some doubt in this story, I just hope I don't end up deleting it. Take care and until next chapter…