Patient Is The Night

- The Night Out -

Authors Note: Ah, so I just wanted to write some fluff and stuff. For some reason I HAVE to listen to music while I write, and the type of music determines what I want to write. For example; if I write while listening to Hip-Hop/Rap I'll most likely be working on like a school AU (don't ask why), if it's Rock/Alternative I'll be working on some angst or something with the lil' bad boy Jason Todd in it, Pop will have me working on something super girly like Starfire POV of course. Right now, I'm listening to some pretty innocent music so I'm in a pretty fluff filled mood :)! I hope you all like it, despite the fact that its the shortest thing I've ever written. Also, I haven't forgotten about 'Things Change' but I won't be able to update until tomorrow night.

Enjoy,

-Akira

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans or anything affiliated with WB or DC comics. Nor do I own any songs or music that may be mentioned.

Warning: Super short, supper fluffy. Also, haven't checked for spelling and grammar issues, so that'll be attented to shortly.

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Along the feilds of straw and stover,

Clocked in 'til the work day's over.

Time's a gentle stream,

Longer than it seems.

Patient is the night.

Grayson stood in casual conversation, glancing around every now and again, looking for a certain someone. She had to show up sometime, he knew she wouldn't go back on her word like that, especially not with him.

Or at least he hoped that was so.

He drew his wrist up to his face, checking the time; 10:24, oh geez.

Yet another glance around the full ball room.

"Are you alright, Dick?" A concerned voice chimed.

Grayson spun his head around just to stare into a pair of milk chocolate brown eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Enjoying yourself, Babs?" He replied with a half-hearted smile.

"Mmm, I'm not really one for these formal parties. Bruce just makes me come to these things, and ah my dad." She shrugged , and with that he chuckled as he took another sip if his champagne.

He'd grown up with this, numb and accustomed to the 'perfect son' façade that everyone knew and loved. He'd been robbed of his childhood by the life saving Batman himself. But he still couldn't hate Bruce for that, though he could never get that time wasted back, he would've never met anyone he knew today.

Sighing, he swirled his drink around in its glass, suddenly feeling the need for fresh air after those menacing thoughts.

"Ah, I'll be right back." He dismissed himself abruptly, "I mean, please excuse me."

Grayson backed away from the small group he was residing in and walked out onto the balcony, talking in a deep breath.

He suddenly heard someone clear their throat from behind him, "I have been searching for you since ten o' clock, Richard."

He turned at the purr of his name, smiling broadly. He knew she'd show.

How I long to see her face now,

Her starry moonlit gaze now.

I know she's never late,

Still anxiously I wait.