You woke up to a crazy headache. You lay in your bed, wearing nothing but someone’s t-shirt. clearly a boys t-shirt. You placed a hand on your head, thinking the throbbing was from the hangover. Only until you remembered you didn’t drink..at all.

You looked around, no one was in your bed. But the pillows in the other side of your bed was messed up, meaning someone was definitely here. You jolted up at the thought of a stranger sneaking into your house and sleeping in your bed.

You walked to you living room, practically stumbling there. When someone rushed to you, and helped you walk, by placing your hand over his shoulder. You were shocked, and as you looked up to see the unknown persons face..it was your enemy, Richard Grayson. You hated eachother with a burning passion.

“Babe, are you ok? Guess we drank a bit too much last night, eh?” he said, smirking suggestively, as if this was totally normal.

Firstly you’ve never drunken in your life, your only 16, secondly you hated each other. Why was he acting so chill?..

you looked around, frantically. Until you saw the date on the tv, it was 10 years in the future..and you were dating..him?..meaning you were both 26?! But damn..he was fine when he was 26 and not 16.