Author's Note: Please note I will not be posting chapters more than twice a week. In all likely hood, I will be posting once a week or maybe slower. Please understand I'm extremely busy right now.

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Chapter 1: When You're Richard Grayson

"Hello?" a smartly dressed man in his mid-twenties flipped open a cell phone with one hand. His voice was deep and smooth, something rather charming emanating from him. The man's face tensed into a scowl, a crease forming on his handsome brow. "What the- yes I know, but… do I have to?" he raked a hand through his ebony hair and sighed.

Behind his dark sunglasses, a pair of icy blue eyes stared critically down at the café table. "Bruce, this is your gallery, not mine! I could care less about what goes in it… no. I won't do it!" He snapped. "Yes, I understand that… but I can't handle those artist types, anyhow," he muttered, disgruntled by the way his conversation was going. On the other end of the line, Bruce Wayne chuckled.

"Sure, but how many of those… 'artist types' have you taken to bed in the last three months?" the suave billionaire quirked a brow. A string of curses came in reply. Bruce rolled his eyes. "Fine… I would rather stay off of that topic too. So then… what about Miss Roth? I would say she's the closest thing you've got to a friend and she owns a school of fine arts for Christ's sake!"

"Bruce… why do you do this to me?" the man asked. He sighed as the reply came.

"That's how it is when you're Richard Grayson. Now be a good little heir and bring me back a cappuccino, ok?" Bruce Wayne smirked.

"Go to hell…" Richard muttered as he folded his cell and jammed it back in his pocket. None the less, he sulked over to the counter and ordered the requested beverage. "Oh, and Bruce? She's married now. Mrs. Logan would be more accurate," he mumbled to the air.

"Yes?" Raven's apathetic voice cut Richard's brooding.

"What?" He turned quickly to face her in surprise.

"You said Mrs. Logan so I was just responding… jeez," the violet haired woman rolled her equally violet eyes.

"Sorry… wasn't expecting to see you, how are you and Gar doing?" he asked sheepishly. Raven arched a perfect brow.

"You don't expect a lot of things. Either way, Gar and I are fine. I'm still adjusting to being married to a stand up comedian, but we're having fun," she gave a quaint little smile that darted across her features and disappeared as quickly as it had come. Richard grinned, accepting the cappuccino handed to him over the counter.

"Well, I gotta go take this to Bruce… he'll throw a fit if he doesn't get it nice and hot. Take care of yourself, Rae," he leaned over and gave her a light peck on the cheek. Raven watched after him. Richard Grayson peeled out of the café lot expertly, his sleek black motorcycle rumbling obnoxiously. Raven snorted… Dick was the only man who could get a cappuccino all the way back to Wayne Manor without spilling a drop while on a bike. She stepped up to the counter and ordered herself a cup of tea.

Richard pulled up to Wayne manor; gravel spraying as he came to a quick stop. Hopping off the bike, he took the steps up to the mansion two at a time. He swung the imposing door open and stepped inside, his shoes clapping against the cold marble. "Bruce, come get your cappuccino, damn it!" he hollered. Richard waited in the middle of the immense foyer, holding out the drink with a look of distaste written across his features.

Moments later, the billionaire appeared and descended one of the wraparound staircases that flanked either side of the room. He accepted the beverage wordlessly, taking a sip before acknowledging Richard. "Nice to see you made it back, Dick. Although, you could try and manage a few sentences without any vulgarity. It's most unbecoming." He scolded. Richard hefted a sigh. "Oh, and take off those silly sunglasses. You're inside now," the older man ordered as he left. With a quiet growl, Richard did as he was told and jerked the shades off.

His startlingly azure eyes scanned the foyer with detachment. After living in the manor for eighteen years, the grandness of it all just became sickening. Darting up the long stairwell with ease, he strode down a hall and entered his room. The door shut behind him noisily. Richard grinned at the sound. From somewhere close by, he heard Alfred give a disdainful mutter. Ok… so now for that stupid gallery thing.

He pulled back out his cell phone, not at all interested in having Bruce monitor his call. He should have just spoken to Raven about this in the café, but whatever. Richard punched in the austere woman's number and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello? Rae Logan speaking," Raven's voice answered. Robin grinned. Raven and Gar sure made an odd couple.

"Hey, it's me," he replied. Raven was quiet.

"Hi Dick. It'd be nice if you'd actually say your name. Anyways, what do you want?" she asked monotonously.

"Well, I know I should've just brought it up earlier but I didn't think about it…"

"Do you ever think?" Raven interrupted, a flicker of amusement in her voice.

"C'mon, Rae. You've known me long enough to answer that question. But that's beside the point. I need to know if you can… do me a favor…" he paused.

"Richard… this better not be anything stupid. I have a school to run and a husband to tend to."

"It's not stupid. Well it is… but… wait. No. Never mind. It's not. Bruce put me in charge of his newest pet project 'cause he's got to go on a business trip. I need an artist to help put this Art Gallery together and maybe put up some of their work. Got anyone at your school I could steal for… say… a month?" he chuckled. On the other end of the line, Raven frowned.

"Yes… I do have some art teachers that would eagerly take on a project like that. Assuming it pays nicely. But I can't exactly pluck up one of my instructors and dump them in the palm of your hand," she mused.

"I know. But don't you have anyone?" he asked. Raven snorted.

"I guess. We have a new intern that's studying to become an art teacher… I think she'll end up teaching some music classes as well. She's got a lovely voice. One of the best sopranos I've heard…"

"Ok, ok, I don't really care if she can belt out Mary Had a Little Lamb. Can she come!" Richard asked, a little exasperated. "I'm sure Bruce will let me give her a nice sum for taking this on," he added.

"Right. Well I suppose I can have it arranged that she comes over. When do you need her?" Raven inquired.

"ASAP," he stated firmly.

"Tomorrow morning alright? I'm sure she'd like some time to pack and such," the woman replied indifferently.

"Pack?" Richard asked curiously. "She lives in Gotham, doesn't she?" he prodded.

"No. She drives all the way out from Jump City. I think it would be much more suitable to save her the two hour trip and let her stay there. Don't you agree, Richard?" she asked, her tone implying it would be rather dangerous to disagree.

"Ah, right. Good idea, Rae. If it's two hours to get to the school it'd be almost three to drive all the way out to the gallery building." He agreed hastily. Richard was pretty headstrong for the most part, but when it came to Raven… no one disputed with her.

"Ok. She'll be there tomorrow unless I call back otherwise. I'll tell her to be at your door by ten," Raven informed. Richard grinned.

"Thanks, you're priceless. By the way… what's her name?" he asked.

"Kori. Kori Anders. I'll call you tomorrow evening and make sure she got there ok. Goodbye." Raven hung up before Richard could respond. He shook his head. Just like Raven. So. Kori Anders…

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. I am officially off hiatus, but I'm really busy right now so things might be a little slow. Maybe not. I would appreciate any comments you have, critiques are welcomed as I've never done an AU before. I would also like to note Kori may be a little OOC in this story, but I firmly believe what you will see in coming chapters is a real side of her... they just don't show it too much ;)

Love, Princess Starfire of Tamaran