Hey, you guys! Yeah, this is the D one, because it got seven votes. The next one is the one where Star and Robin get into that big fight and Starfire goes to Tamaran...yeah. So anyway, I hope you guys like this!

K, just so you know, this story doesn't have two POV's. It's just because they're on different continents right now. Most of the chapters will be in Normal POV.

Disclaimer: Don't own TT.

Kori Anders hung up the phone, sighing. Her foster father, Galfore, had just called saying he had 'something of the utmost importance' to show her, but he wouldn't tell her what. Kori loved surprises, but if it was urgent she'd rather know now. She walked downstairs and sat in the living room, waiting for Galfore.

Galfore, who used to be a family friend, had adopted her when her parents had died in a plane crash. For fourteen years, she had been his 'daughter' at business meetings and the like. Galfore was a billionaire, the owner of a large international hotel line. He was well known all around the world, and therefore, so was Kori. His mansion on the island of Tamaran was almost bigger than a castle. Kori had learned from a young age it was probably a good idea to carry around a map.

Their butler, Josef, opened the door to let Galfore in. He thanked 'Joe,' as Kori had affectionately nicknamed him, and walked up to Kori with a smile on his face. To see a formidable man like Galfore smile was a strange sight for most people. Galfore had worked in the French army for a few years, and the large scar near his eye was the subject of many of his favorite tales from there. He was over seven feet tall, and all muscle. He bent down so Kori could stand on her tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek.

"Good evening, Galfore. You had something to show me?" she asked, eyeing a small plastic bag in his much larger hand.

"Ah, yes. But first...you remember Mr. Wayne, yes?" he asked. Kori nodded slowly. Mr. Bruce Wayne was a business partner of Galfore's, had Kori had been forced to make his acquiantance numerous amount of times. She hadn't really liked him; he was far too cold for her taste. "He has a son," Galfore continued, "who happens to be around your age." Kori frowned. She had never met his son.

"What does this have to do with me?" she asked.

"Korina, you are twenty-three years old now. Do you not think it is time to...er...'settle down'?" Kori had a vague idea of where this was going.


"Korina, Mr. Wayne and I have arranged for you and his son, Richard, to be married," Galfore said hurriedly. Kori stood shell-shocked, trying to absorb this piece of information, but Galfore wouldn't let her think. "Before you say anything, we have been watching you two for many months now, and have come to the conclusion that you will be very happy together. Look." He pulled an envelope out of the bag he had been carrying, and pulled something out of it.

It was a picture. A picture of a man standing by whom she knew as Bruce Wayne, smiling for the camera. Kori's breath hitched. He had the most amazing smile, and his jet-black hair looked so silky Kori actually found her hand roaming to it. She covered up the action by lifting up the picture to take a closer look. The man was leaning easily on the wall behind him, and she saw that Bruce was sending a disapproving glare his way. Kori forced herself to keep her eyes on his face in vain. Galfore took the picture away from her.

"What think you?" he asked, a knowing smile adorning his war-battered features.

"I-I don't know h-him yet," stammered Kori.

"What think you so far? Are you pleased?" asked Galfore.

"Very much," answered Kori, avoiding Galfore's gaze as she blushed. Galfore laughed heartily.

"Wonderful. You will be heading to America tomorrow to meet your new fiancée." Kori's head shot up, alarmed.


"Yes. Your wedding is in two months, and we have generously allowed you two months to become acquianted. Go to sleep now, my little bumgorf. You have a long day ahead of you," he said, patting her on the head.

"Galfore, I am not five years old anymore. I am...apparently, I am getting married!"

"I know."

Kori never thought she'd be able to get to sleep. Nervousness raged through her body, but she thought of Richard's smile and relaxed.

Richard Grayson groaned as Bruce Wayne set a stack of papers down on his desk. "It's not for you, it's for me," said Bruce crossly. "I have something else you might be interested in."

"Better not be more paperwork. Do you know the last time Vic, Gar, and I went out? 'Cause I don't," Richard grumbled.

"Well, then, you'll be happy to know that you'll be working part-time for the next two months," replied Bruce. Richard rolled his eyes, though Bruce couldn't see them because of Richard's sunglasses.

"Come on, Bruce, you know I was joking. What else am I supposed to do? Everyone already thinks I'm an obsessive jerk, so why ruin the reputation? Besides, Harper and Redd are catching up big time. If we want to stay at the top, then--"

"You're getting married," said Bruce bluntly. Bruce was known for being blunt.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you're getting married. You remember my partner Galfore. He has a daughter. We're planning to marry you two. It'll be a big boost for both Wayne Enterprises and Galfore's hotels. It's a win-win situation." Richard could not believe what he was hearing.

"You're using us? That's not a win-win situation! What if I don't like her?" he demanded. Bruce smirked.

"Oh, I think you will. See, Galfore sent me a picture..." started Bruce, pulling out an envelope. Richard grabbed it and took out the picture inside. His heart pretty much stopped beating.

"She's beautiful," he murmured, forgetting Bruce was right in front of him. Bruce smirked again, but Richard ignored him. So this was Kori. She was sitting on a windowsill, and the open window looked out on to a beach. Her waist-length auburn hair fluttered in the wind, and Richard almost mistook it for fire. Her huge emerald eyes stared out at him, as if they were staring through to his soul. Flawless skin, perfect lips, and an amazing body. Richard was almost reduced to drooling.

"Happy?" asked Bruce. Richard nodded blankly. "Good. She should be here at ten p.m. tomorrow. I will go pick her up from the airport, and you had better make yourself look presentable, understood?" Again, Richard nodded, not really paying attention. Bruce snatched the picture out of Richard's hands. "Understood?" he asked again, his voice much colder.

"Presentable. Yeah, I get it. Now give me that picture!" Richard slapped his hand over his mouth as he realized what he had just said. Bruce sighed and turned away, throwing the picture in an empty trash can.

"Obsessive jerk...I can see where that came from," he said before exiting. Richard waited until his footsteps died away before looking in the trash can. It was empty, so what the heck? He fished out the picture and put it in his pocket.

Okay, so the first chapter didn't really turn out how I wanted it to, but, yeah.

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