I had promised myself I wouldn't write two stories at once, but I did it anyway. Ce'st la vie.

I own nothing, except what's in my mind and heart.

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Kori Anders woke with a splitting headache. Nothing new, crying always did that to her. She got up and headed for the bathroom, a cup in her hand. She opened the medicine cabinet and took out an Aspirin. She filled the cup with water, then swallowed the painkiller, whose container she put back into the cabinet. She closed the door and briefly studied her reflection.

She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she had always thought her coloring clashed. Especially now since their were blood red rims around her bottle green eyes. She winced at the description, then loaded her toothbrush and began cleaning the white teeth that anyone hardly saw in a smile. She stepped into the shower.

After putting on a small bit of makeup, she got dressed. Her outfit consisted of a white silk long sleeved button down shirt and a black V-neck corduroy vest over it. She snapped the last silver button of the vest, then started straightening her shirt and rolled the cuffs up and buttoned them. She donned a long navy rayon skirt who's slit reached the top of her favorite black leather boots. Her hair had now dried, so she twisted it up into a messy bun with two silver-and-black chopsticks holding it in place. Carefully, she pulled her above shoulder length bangs out of the bun and loosely curled them, causing them to frame her face beautifully. Medium-sized silver hoop earrings and a thin black choker with a silver heart pendant finished off the outfit nicely.

She entered the living area of the apartment, where a sorry sight greeted her eyes. Her boyfriend, Roy, was passed out on the sofa, again. His eyes were also red-rimmed, but it wasn't from crying. No, the reason was the seventeen Dos Equis bottles on the counter. She picked up the bottles that were the same color as her eyes and threw them into the recycling bin. Tears suddenly rose in her green orbs, threatening her makeup. But she quickly blinked them back, grabbed her purse and keys, and headed out the door.

She drove her small blue car to her unexciting job at Wayne Enterprises, where she worked as a messenger and file girl. If only she knew that in a few hours, her life was about to become waymore exciting. But that isn't always a good thing…

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Roy Harper woke with a crippling headache. Nothing new, it went hand-in-hand with a hangover. He yawned and rubbed his bleary eyes, which immediately fell on the breakfast Kori made. She always did that, made breakfast for him, and he always never ate it. Everytime he ate a breakfast that Kori made, it would press harder and harder on his stomach until he threw up.

Don't get him wrong, the food had tasted wonderful ever since Kori took cooking classes, but his stomach could never take them. Which was weird, since he could eat anything else.

He shrugged it off, like he always did, then gave the "Spanglish" sandwich, as Kori called them, to the homeless man that lived near the apartment complex.

He walked back into his home and headed for the bathroom where an Aspirin, vitamin, cup of water, and a note waited. He swallowed the pills and read the note. Today it said:

Food for thought requires a mind with teeth.

So have you brushed both?

If it weren't for the hangover, he would've laughed. That was another thing Kori always did, write little sayings that somehow had a hygienic theme on a post-it note and stick it to the medicine cabinet. He smiled fondly and threw the note away, not reading the rest of it. He never did that either, because it always said the same thing:

Love,

Your Princess

Somehow, those three words always made his stomach hurt far more than the breakfasts ever could. He sometimes wished he had never come up with that nickname.

After following the note's instructions, he headed for the refrigerator for some beer and chips. This combination always settled his stomach. And Kori had bought Sour Cream and Onion flavored yesterday!

My favorite, he thought.

For a few seconds, those words echoed in his head until his stomach contracted. He ran to the trash can, even though there was no point, he had already thrown up all that was in his stomach last night.

After a few dry heaves, he finally settled back and groaned. Maybe he would have only a beer. Chips would make him toss his cookies. Or chips, rather.

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Kori had just delivered the latest message. Bruce Wayne was retiring, making Richard Grayson, his adopted son and Vice President, CEO of the company! Hooray for him, she thought sarcastically, Oh no, now I sound like Rachel! X'hal, next thing I know, I'll be dying my hair purple and wearing nothing but black and blue.

But she dismissed her worries in favor of a more important thing; she had nothing to do. So she drew, her favorite pastime, next to going to the mall of course.

She had discovered her artistic talent recently and by accident. It had been a situation like this one, she had a spare moment, but since she hadn't discovered drawing yet, she had merely sat and thought. But, while she daydreamed, she had doodled on the piece of blank computer paper on her desk. But when another message came to be delivered, she had snapped out of her reverie. She delivered the message and came back to her desk, suddenly noticing her handiwork for the first time.

She had drawn Starfire from the Teen Titans, her favorite character from her favorite show. The drawing looked exactly like the original Starfire, in some ways, it was better than the original. She had framed her picture after she finished it (it had taken forever to find the right colors) for inspiration, and she now drew in her free time. Drawing clothes, to be more specific.

She was currently drawing a pair of hip-hugger jeans with embroidery down one side. But what made the jeans special were the legs. They were split from calf to ankle, with thick lace to connect the two. However, the working world was unsympathetic to an aspiring designer, and a large stack of files magically appeared on her desk, drawing her attention from her jeans.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally finished and was standing up to take the papers to the file room, when a woman bumped into her.

The papers fell to the floor with a crash, scattering them beyond repair. Well, not without a lot more work.

The woman, who was dressed in a pink pantsuit, merely snorted and said, "You know, if you watch where you're going, this sort of thing wouldn't happen." With that, she sailed on, and a good thing, she had just escaped death at Kori's hands.

Kori clenched her fists and let out her frustrations in a loud, prolonged hiss. When she was done, she knelt down to pick up the files. Suddenly, a stack of files was being handed to her. She stared at the papers for a moment, stunned that anyone would actually help her.

"Are you OK?" asked a male voice, which surprised her, more. A man helped her? Just when she had thought she had seen everything, she looked up and her eyes widened even further.

The man who was helping her pick up files was none other than the new CEO of Wayne Enterprises, Richard Grayson.

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