Life's Canvas

When you're Richard Grayson

Chapter 1: When you're Richard Grayson

This is a new story I hope you guys will enjoy !!

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Life's Canvas

Disclaimer| I do not own the Teen Titans.

"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.