Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

Author's Note: Whenever I think back to this story, I just think of like Pocahontas or Avatar for some reason. Yeeeah, I didn't know whether to list this one up as AU because... Like technically it's not. But, it's not within normal Titan circumstances like damn, the others aren't in it at all. Like fair warning, I know I dash in with like BBRae in a lot of my stories. But, this is PURELY RobStar. Like it is them and only them. Just sayin'. Originally written in 2014.

The dark clouds began to cluster together in the night sky as three heroes were preparing for a trip of sorts. Nightwing tugged on the sleeve of his uniform and threw his duffle bag into the Batplane. He turned and noticed that he was receiving a disapproving glare from his mentor. Batman shook his head and continued preparing things for their trip.

Nightwing grinned and leaned against the Batplane whilst he waited for things to get finished. Superman threw a glance in the young hero's direction and smirked, knowing how much he enjoyed irritating the dark knight.

"So, remind me, what're we doing on this mission?" Nightwing asked, crossing his arms over his chest,

"I told you that you didn't have to come if you didn't want to." Batman mumbled, lifting an oxygen tank into the Batplane,

Nightwing rolled his eyes behind his mask, "That isn't what I meant," He called to the caped crusader, "I'm just not clear on the objective."

"Well, you know of the planet Tamaran, right?" Superman began, pausing and floating a couple of inches off of the ground,

"Yeah..."

"The planet is currently at War with another race called the Citadel and as a main member of the council of the Galaxy, I'm obliged to go and help them as they're our allies. I wanted you and Bruce to accompany me to ensure aid if it is needed."

"So... Are we gonna have to kill these Citadel people?"

Superman exchanged a look with Batman as he passed them, "Not unless you absolutely have to, Dick. I know we have an oath not to kill but things are going to be different there."

Nightwing nodded slowly, "So have you ever met the Tamaranian royal family?" He wondered,

"Actually yes, I've met the king and queen a number of times but I've never met the prince or princess."

"So, King Myand'r sent personally for you?" Nightwing chuckled, "Go Clark."

Superman chuckled, "Get in the Batplane, kid."

Nightwing smirked as he pushed himself away from the outside of the plane. He inhaled deeply and glanced around his surroundings, momentarily wondering if he would be returning. He was 19 years old and he knew all too well by now that intergalactic situations could be very dangerous indeed.

As he wandered into the Batplane, he considered what Tamaran would be like and what the people would be like. He considered the royal family that he would be helping alongside Batman and Superman.

Nightwing sighed and allowed his thoughts to evaporate as he fell into a chair near the back of the plane. As much as he and Bruce got along, he didn't feel like sitting beside him for the entire journey.

From what he had been told, the journey from Earth to Tamaran took roughly 17 hours which meant they would arrive at approximately 3pm the following day. Dick removed his mask and placed it on the table beside his seat. He proceeded to buckle himself into the seat securely and lean back into the soft material.

With that, Dick slowly closed his eyes whilst the plane began to ascend into space. Of course, the Batplane wasn't like a regular plane in the sense that it could withstand the atmosphere of space without burning up or anything. Dick crossed his arms over his chest and yawned. Sleep seemed extremely appealing to him at that moment so he allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep.

Dick woke with a start as the plane landed in a somewhat bumpy fashion. He groggily sat up in the chair and stretched his arms above his head and yawned. His sleep had been a broken one. He had woken up during the journey at least four times; each time with a sudden jolt.

For a brief moment, he wanted to shock Bruce with his electric tonfas for being an awful pilot during their voyage. He had been sharp with twists and turns which had continuously caused Dick to stir from his slumber.

Dick sighed but suddenly realised that they had landed upon ground which meant they must have arrived on Tamaran. He unbuckled himself from the seat and sat up straight. He peered out of the small circular window and bit back a gasp. It wasn't the worst looking planet he had ever come across but it was fairly obvious that they were in the middle of a war. Beautiful meadows and homes had clearly been destroyed as Dick glanced at the ground which was covered with debris.

Batman flipped the switches on the dashboard and got up from his own seat.

"Are we good to go?" Dick asked, placing his mask back over his crystal blue eyes. Batman gave him a short nod,

"Remember to behave, Dick. This isn't our planet anymore. Their rules aren't the same as ours." Bruce told him,

Dick groaned, "I get it, Bruce. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Just keep it in mind."

"... I will."

Batman narrowed his eyes for a moment before he swiftly turned and pressed his hand against the censor that led to the door opening. Dick rolled his eyes at Bruce's words. He wasn't a kid anymore; he knew how to behave and the difference between right and wrong.

Nightwing shook his head and rolled his shoulders back as he approached the door. With his first step out into the foreign planet, he sucked in a breath at the climate difference to Earth.

The warmth hit him like a nauseating wave. It wasn't like the typical heat of a summer's day back on Earth. This was tropical heat; sticky and unbearable. Nightwing suddenly remembered certain pieces about Tameran such as the exotic lifestyle. It was hot almost every day with a monsoon season to match. He sighed and carefully stepped onto the flat, sandy ground.

Nightwing glanced around at his location. He was able to get a good look at the planet now that he was out in the open. The ground was dusty but Nightwing assumed that it was from excess debris. There were a few still standing buildings surrounding the enormous palace that sat higher up on a Cliffside. It was somewhat picturesque but it was hard to forget about their situation in order to see their environment as peaceful and beautiful. It reminded him of a quaint little village or something.

He shook his head as Superman wandered up to him and Batman. He grinned,

"Took you two long enough to get here." He chuckled,

"Not all of us were gifted with super speedy flight, y'know," Nightwing countered. Superman shook his head and smiled. He glanced at Batman who held his signature stone expression.

"Does Myand'r know you're here yet?" Batman questioned,

"Not yet. I thought I might as well wait for you both." Superman.

"Right. We should get going then." Batman stated, causing all three of them to become slightly more serious about the situation at hand.

The three heroes began to stroll up the Cliffside towards the palace. Nightwing couldn't help but look around whilst he moved. He noticed two small children whispering and hiding behind a shrub. They seemed to be fascinated at the sight of visitors.

Nightwing flashed them a small smile to let them know that they had not come to invade their planet or hurt any of them.

The small girl made an 'o' shape with her mouth and stepped forward slightly. For a moment, he hoped that she spoke English. He crouched down so that his face was level with hers.

"Hello there," He said, soothingly,

"Hello..." She replied, quietly,

"My name's Nightwing... What's yours?"

"G'narah..."

"That's a pretty name."

The girl's face lit up at the small compliment but her expression soon settled again, "Please... Are you here to... help or hurt?"

Nightwing's expression saddened knowing that children were being exposed to such things like war and poverty and they had probably seen things that no child should ever see.

"I'm here to help, G'narah," Nightwing stated,

G'narah's tiny shoulders slumped and it seemed like a weight had been lifted from them as a small smile crept across her face.

"Are you going to see the King and Queen?" She asked, excitedly,

"Yep... Have you met them before?" Nightwing queried,

She nodded, "But I've met the princess lots more times... She's really nice. She always comes out and talks to all the little kids for hours. She's a really good princess."

"She sounds like an amazing princess." Nightwing smiled. He opened his mouth to speak but heard a sharp voice,

"Nightwing. Come on." Batman hissed,

Nightwing rolled his eyes but stood up and waved to G'narah as he jogged to keep up with Batman and Superman. He kept the fact that innocent lives were being risked and wasted from the war fresh in his mind. It was morbidly funny how talking to a small child would make that so clear to him.

He stared at the huge double wooden doors that stood in front of them now. The palace was so much bigger up close; he now saw that it was a lilac type of colour and had two large men with spear headed weapons guarding the doors like hawks.

Nightwing gulped. The guards literally looked like they could kill him with their little fingers.

Superman hesitated at first but he took a step towards the double doors. As expected, one of the guards tightened his grip around his weapon and stepped in front of the kryptonian. Superman immediately raised an eyebrow at the guard and put his hands up,
"State your business with the Royal Family." The guard ordered,

"We are the earthlings that King Myand'r sent for." Superman paused, "I'm Superman and this is Batman and Nightwing."

The guard narrowed his eyes causing Superman to sigh and roll his eyes. He lifted from the ground and pulled out a small square piece of metal that instantly lit up with a holographic image of King Myand'r, explaining the situation and held it up to the guard.
"Is that enough proof yet, big guy?" Superman prompted.

The guard gave Superman a swift nod and stepped back, allowing the three of them to enter the building with no further hassle. Batman glanced at Superman as they wandered inside,
"You couldn't have just pulled the hologram out as soon as we approached them?" Batman nagged,

"That wouldn't have been any fun," Superman shrugged, causing Batman to frown and Nightwing to grin.

Nightwing had always been able to get along well with Superman. Usually, he would be the one that Dick could talk to if he found talking to Bruce too difficult which, more often than not, he did. Clark had always been there since Dick was first adopted into Bruce's care and since he was given the title of Robin, which he had now fully grown out of.

Nightwing shook his head as he realised that they were moving through the building. His thoughts must have captured his attention more than he thought as they had gained a servant who was leading them into the throne room.

He couldn't help but gawk at his surroundings. The interior of the palace was breath taking. There was a very prominent colour scheme of gold, purple and silver running throughout the rooms and there were pillars scattered against the structure, giving the palace an elegant appearance and secure stability. The floor that they were walking on was pure marble and was shiny enough to see your reflection in.

Soon enough, they were brought into the throne room. Dick forgot the interior of the palace that he had already seen when his eyes fell upon this room.

There were many sleek steps that led up to a platform that was occupied by the two red thrones that belonged to King Myand'r and Queen Luand'r. There was a thick purple rug that ran through the middle of the room and it covered the middle portion of the steps too but it simply made the room look tied together, especially with the addition of the light purple drapes that were hung behind the thrones. The floor was gold and glimmered like the sun. The walls were a light shade of grey that somewhat bordered a light purple colour also. The palace was outstanding and it took a rough nudge from Batman to pull Nightwing out of his reverie.

Nightwing gulped as he set his sights on the King and Queen who were perched on their thrones, respectively.

King Myand'r was a large man who had a mop of red hair that matched his rough beard that cascaded from his face. He wore traditional tamaranian clothing which consisted of purple and silver gauntlets and materials. He didn't wear his crown but Nightwing noticed that it was placed beside his throne.

Queen Luand'r was very pretty indeed. She had golden, glowing skin and her red waterfall of hair was pulled back and pinned up, revealing her face. She wore a small, delicate crown on the top of her head and her long dress had the same colour scheme as the King's attire; purple and silver.

As Nightwing, Batman and Superman approached, they all felt the need to bow slightly out of pure respect for the ruler of Tamaran.

King Myand'r stood up and strolled down the steps that led him closer to them all. He chuckled loudly and slapped a hand down against Superman's shoulder.

"Come Superman! You and your comrades do not need to portray such formality." He informed him, patting his shoulder.

Superman's expression softened and a warm smile crossed his features, "It's good to see you again, Myand'r and in perfect health, too." Superman returned,

Myand'r nodded, "Likewise, Superman." He paused and looked over Batman and Nightwing briefly, "Please, introduce me to your associates,"

"This is Batman and this is Nightwing." Superman told him, gesturing towards each individual.

Myand'r grinned and nodded to them both before giving both of them a firm handshake; a mix between relief and gratitude for their help.

"I must thank you both for agreeing to accompany Superman in aiding our planet. It is very much appreciated." Myand'r explained,

"We'll do everything we can to help you and your people," Batman stated, his tone reassuring.

The king took a couple of steps back from the three heroes and stared off towards the side of the room. He turned his head back to them and smiled, "Please, allow me to introduce my son to you all..." He paused as he gestured to where he had been previously looking.

Nightwing was shocked to see that the prince had defined muscle mass in his bare arms, torso and stomach. He was pretty sure that Superman had told him that the Prince was roughly the same age as him but he certainly looked a lot older than Dick; that was for sure.

The prince's garments held the sacred element of silver and purple and it was a simple vest like top half with a silver neck plate which contained a small emerald in the middle. He wore a thick silver belt and a purple shendyt around his waist with black legging type armour beneath it. His boots were purple and reached to his knees to ensure extra protection in his armour.

Nightwing suddenly realised that the prince had come closer and was now standing tall beside his father with his hands tucked behind his back,

"This is my son, Prince Ryand'r." Myand'r stated, patting his child's shoulder.

"It is nice to meet you all. I am grateful that you are willing to aid us through this difficult time." Ryand'r said, bowing his head slightly to show respect.

Batman, Superman and Nightwing all returned the gesture of bowing their heads to the prince.

"That is Superman, that is Batman and that is Nightwing, my son." Myand'r told him, gesturing to each person.

Ryand'r nodded in understanding and then nodded to the three heroes to expand on his show of appreciation.

Nightwing stared at Ryand'r as he considered the contrasts between them. Ryand'r was a young man just like him; one of 19 years old and yet they led somewhat different lives. They were both fighting wars but in completely different circumstances. Nightwing fought the war of street crime and preventing criminals from spreading terror but Ryand'r fought a war on a much bigger scale. He was fighting to protect a whole planet; his home, his family, his people.

He shook his head at the thought of such responsibilities.

Suddenly, King Myand'r's voice broke through Nightwing's reverie. He had his hand held out to the side as he was introducing another individual,

"And this is my daughter, Princess Koriand'r..." Myand'r informed them, beckoning the young girl with his hand.

Nightwing turned his head to look at her and his jaw dropped open slightly. She was literally breathtaking. Her hair was dark red and fell neatly around her shoulders. Her skin was exotically golden and her eyes were a beautiful shade of green that held a mesmerising flicker in the light. Again, she wore a small crown to symbolise her status however she wore little clothing but it was enough to be deemed tasteful. She wore a purple garment that covered her breasts and her stomach was completely bare. She wore bottoms that resembled a bikini ensemble with thin doubled silver belts wrapped around her waist which allowed a thin mesh like material to drape carefully around her hips and long legs. Lastly, she wore winding silver armbands which matched with the twisted silver bands around her ankles. Princess Koriand'r was practically the definition of an exotic beauty.

Nightwing gulped and stood up straight, closing his mouth in the process. He could have sworn that he eyed Batman narrowing the slits in his cowl at him for staring at her in such a way.

The princess stepped daintily closer to them whilst her father spoke to her in their native tongue, "Koriand'r, zitkar morplerk saarpeh hep'er yr Superman, Batman fer Nightwing." He presumably informed her,

Koriand'r nodded to her father and mirrored Ryand'r's steps. She stood before Superman and softly smiled.

"It is good to meet you, Princess. I hope we will be useful to your cause." Superman admitted, earning a small nod from her. Nightwing had a feeling that she had no idea what he had just said by the look on her face.

She sidestepped in front of Batman and stood up straight whilst he spoke to her, "Agreed. I really hope we can aid your planet in the threat you currently face." Batman stated.

Koriand'r smiled and nodded again. Nightwing felt his heartbeat increase as the princess stood before him within mere seconds.

"I... It's uh... It's nice to meet you... Like Superman said; I hope we can be helpful to you." He stuttered, becoming lost in her deep jade eyes that glimmered for a brief moment.

The princess tilted her head at him and smiled. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was considering something.

She turned towards her father and spoke in Tamaranian, "Fa'rka. Hebu shiru kanji nu ogna?" She asked, earning a curt nod from the King.

The princess turned back to Nightwing and without warning, she grabbed the front of his uniform and quickly pulled him in for a kiss. He nearly passed out. He was completely unsure about whether or not he should kiss her back or anything. He felt that it would be seen as a bad choice considering that she was royalty but he didn't understand it at all.

However, he immediately sank into a newfound relaxation. Her lips were soft and warm; perfectly kissable lips.

After a minute or so, Koriand'r released him and let go of his uniform too. She cleared her throat and smiled like nothing had just happened,

"Hello..." She whispered, causing Nightwing to shiver at the light sound of her voice,

Nightwing remained dazed for a couple of minutes but he was brought back to reality with the boom of King Myand'r hearty laugh.

"Sorry about that, Nightwing." Myand'r chuckled, "It is a trait that all Tamaranians are born with. It is the ability to pick up a whole new language via lip contact and my daughter has never come into contact with an English speaking human before. Forgive her."

Nightwing glanced down at the princess who was blushing. She took a step back from Nightwing and held an expression that told him that she felt ashamed of her sudden actions.

"Apologies, Nightwing... I did not mean to offend you," She explained, briefly locking eyes with him.

He softly smiled down at her and shook his head, "N-No... You didn't... Really..." He replied, quietly,

Koriand'r favoured him with an appreciative smile and bowed her head slightly. For a second, Nightwing began to enjoy the fact that he had agreed to join Batman and Superman on the mission.

There were murmurs filling the throne room as Batman, Superman, King Myand'r and Ryand'r all bustled around to begin talking about strategies for upcoming battles.

Nightwing threw a couple of quick glances in Princess Koriand'r's direction as she idly stood by whilst the others talked about tactics. She didn't look bored; she just looked content.

"Nightwing, my boy!" King Myand'r called,

He gulped, "Uh... Y-Yes, King Myand'r?" He responded,

"Are you wishing to join the discussions about the battles?" He wondered, genuinely,

"Um... No thank you... I'd rather explore your stunning palace if that's okay..." Nightwing hoped,

"Of course!" Myand'r chuckled before turning his attention back towards the conversation about their battle plan.

The princess shyly stepped towards the masked hero with her hands clasped in front of her. Nightwing immediately straightened up and looked down at her,

"Please allow me to show you around, Nightwing." She suggested,

"Are you sure? You don't have to, Princess..." Nightwing returned, not wanting to take up her time,

"I am positive. Besides, I believe it would be nice to get to know one of the humans aiding us in this war." She admitted, tugging his arm slightly.

Nightwing smiled at her thoughtfulness. He nodded and followed her as she wandered out of the room, her hair swishing from side to side as she moved.

The two of them walked around for a long time, exploring the many rooms of the palace. As the 'tour' was drawing to an end, Koriand'r held out a hand to the last room which happened to be the armoury.

"And this is the royal armoury. We store the finest and most useful of weapons in this room." Koriand'r stated, clasping her hands in front of her as Nightwing drank up the sight with his eyes. He gave into a low and approving whistle,

"Impressive..." He paused, "So... You kill your enemies with these?"

The princess gave him a knowing glance and sighed, "I believe I know what you are thinking... I believe killing to be as barbaric as the following person Nightwing however; it is final and in the dire situation that we face, we must strike down as many foes as possible..."

Nightwing shook his head and held up his hands to her, "Hey, I'm not judging. This isn't Earth... Things are different here and I respect that." He told her,

Koriand'r favoured him with a small smile as her mind began to wander, "I... What is Earth like?" She queried, quietly.

Dick stared at her for a moment, "It's okay, I guess," He shrugged,

She tilted her head at him, clearly telling him that she wanted a better answer than that.

"You've never been to Earth? At all?"

Koriand'r shook her head and lightly laughed, "You may not have noticed but I am a princess. I am forbidden from even leaving the palace without permission from my father and that includes travel to other planets also."

Nightwing frowned, feeling a pang of sympathy for her, "Don't you get tired of that?"
She sighed and glanced out of the window, "I must follow the orders that I am given. It is simply something that I must do."

He held his breath and stepped closer to the royal beauty. She looked up at him and Nightwing could clearly see the intense feeling of isolation in her eyes that she was forced to endure.

"So I'm right in guessing that you've wanted to go to Earth for a while then?" Nightwing assumed,

Her eyes sparkled for a moment, "Oh yes. I am so very interested in how humans live... I have read thousands of books about Earth. However, that is as far as my interest in your planet is permitted to go."

Nightwing smiled fondly and joined her by the window. He stared into her emerald eyes as he spoke, "Well... Earth is extremely different to Tamaran, I gotta say. The people are different... The entertainment is different... The music is different..."

The princess smirked, "So things are... different then?"

Nightwing chuckled but had a question in mind for her, "So... Can I ask you something, Princess?"

She nodded.

"What is this war over?" He paused, "I mean... What is everyone fighting for?"

"The Citadel wish to take our home and use the people as their slaves until the end of their days... We are fighting to save our lives."

"What would they do with the royal family?"

"My father and brother would be murdered,"

"And you and the Queen?"

Koriand'r cast her eyes downwards, "We would be their personal slaves for... Pleasure..."

Nightwing felt his heart stop at her shocking statement. He couldn't believe that a race could be so heartless and malicious.

She offered him a shaky smile, "The Citadel are... Not nice people..."

Nightwing stood still as he considered what she had told him. She raised her eyebrows at him slightly and crossed her arms over her chest, "Now do you believe our cause to be so barbaric and cruel?"

Nightwing shook his head at her which caused her to softly smile.

"Come... I shall show you the gardens." Kori suggested, beckoning him to follow he as she strolled out of the Armoury.

Together, they ambled through the hallway that led to large double doors that revealed the stretch of land that was cared for and referred to as the gardens. There was a large fountain in the centre of the garden with large bushes dotted in all four corners of the grounds. There were benches pinpointed around the gardens with entrances leading into all different areas of the palace.

Nightwing inhaled the fresh air and exhaled contently, "Wow... This place is beautiful." He commented,

"I love to take walks around the gardens on most days... It is a refreshing break between my studies and duties."

"Studies and duties?"

The princess lifted a hand to her mouth and giggled sweetly, "My day consists of waking up, consuming my breakfast and getting dressed. I continue my day with learning the history of Tamaran, learning combat techniques, gown fittings, the art of tamaranian dance, signing of laws and I finish the day with further combat practice."

"Whoa... And I thought my days could be busy."

Koriand'r shrugged, "I have become accustomed to be schedule now."

"So, when you do have free time, you come out here?"

The princess nodded, "It is the only thing that reminds me that not all is ruined in this forsaken time of war." She practically whispered whilst glancing into the crystal clear water that settled within the fountain.

Nightwing's expression softened and he felt pure sympathy for the beautiful girl in front of him. He wanted to reach out a comforting hand upon her shoulder but he feared that his hands would get cut off for even touching the princess.

He realised that she wore a metaphorical mask. She hid how she really felt. She played along with her father's orders when really she wanted no part of the war and she certainly didn't want any part in being of royal blood as it caused her to live such a restricted lifestyle. He realised that this cheerful, upbeat girl was really lost in her chaotic world with no one to turn to.

Nightwing opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted by a loud bang noise that boomed throughout the palace. He jumped at the noise but turned to Princess Koriand'r,

"What was that?" He questioned,

"It signifies that it is time to eat within the grand hall. One blow signifies that it is time to eat; two blows signify that everyone must prepare for battle and three blows signify that the king and/or queen have been killed. Four blows signify that the war is over." She explained,

Dick blinked at her a couple of times but rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I uh... Might have to write that stuff down..." He admitted, grinning.

Koriand'r's jade eyes sparkled as she giggled. She shook her head and sighed at Nightwing. The princess nodded her head to the side, "Come... We should go." She giggled as she began walking back inside. Nightwing smirked and followed closely behind her...