You wake up with a terrible headache. You're lying in bed, wearing nothing but someone's t-shirt. It was clearly a boy's shirt. You put your hands to your head, thinking the pain was from a hangover. Until you remembered that you hadn't been drinking at all

You look around, there is no one in your bed. However, the pillows on the other side of your bed are messy, which means someone must have been here. You flinch at the thought of a stranger sneaking into your house and sleeping in your bed.

You walk into the living room, almost tripping on your way there. When someone rushes up to you, and helps you walk, by putting your hand on their shoulder. You were shocked, and when you looked up to see the face of the stranger...it was your enemy, Richard Grayson. You hated each other with a passion.

“Honey, are you okay? I think we had a little too much to drink last night, huh?” he said with a teasing grin, as if this was a natural thing.

First, you've never been drunk in your life, you're only 16, second, you hate each other. Why is he acting so calm?

You look around, panicking. Until you see the date on the TV, it's 10 years in the future..and you're dating him?..does that mean you're both 26?! But damn.. he was fine when he was 26 and not 16.