Actual Summary: Kori's wised up from putting too much confidence in boys and love. She's as tough as nails now and is determined to be independent and start living her own life, away from men. Dick's a player who's sick of being in a game with silly girls and their senseless systems. He wants peace from women and their incessant love-filled-delusions. These two just want to be left alone and the only way for that to happen is for them to be together. Will these two ever find happiness and learn to love a little?

Chapter 1: Get Ready For a Shake Up From the Usual Routine.

"Morning Q," Dick Grayson swaggered through the lobby wearing his routine sunglasses and with a dark jacket over his shoulder.

"Good morning," quipped the man standing at a height of barely 5 feet, behind the counter. He urgently moved from his place to chase as he continued, "There is something I must discuss with you about your living conditions, Sir"

"Oh, everything is just perfect, don't worry." answered Dick.

"This is not about your room, Sir, it-"

Dick stopped walking and spun around, leaning his back against the glass door. "Then it can wait till I get back. I'm late for a meeting."

"But, I think you will find this is urgent." urged Mr.Q.

"Right now I am urgently needed at the office." He coolly replied as he pushed open the door.

The little man scurried out the building after Richard, beginning to get nervous, "It would be better if you knew it now rather than later-"

"Sorry, Q! Haven't got the time," he shouted as he jumped into his Porsche. He punched his key into ignition and the engine roared to life.

"But Mr. Grayson, we agreed that-"

"Bye Q!" He gave a little wave as he sped away, literally leaving the small Asian man in his dust.

_Later that day_

SCREECH!

Dick parked his Porsche in front of a building, somewhere around his apartment's not-so-friendly area. The sleek shiny metallic glimmered in the dark almost empty streets. After turning off the engine, he rested back and let out a huge frustrated sigh, wrapping his arm around his forehead.

What a day, he thought to himself as he sat in the quiet darkness, allowing his thoughts to overtake him.

The day Dick Grayson stepped foot into Wayne Enterprises was the day the female workforce of Wayne Enterprise woke up. Like hungry bored wolves, their eyes perked up at the sight of him. He was the new meat. All of them came rushing at him, some alone, others in pairs or in packs, all wanting a taste of the widely renowned, once listed "most eligible billionaire bachelor". The only thing that surpassed his reputation of dateability was his title as an irresistible player and heartbreaker. At first, it was like paradise and Dick let himself sink into sweet temptation while allowing most of them a taste.

He adored the attention. It was amusing to see the desperate attempts the girls cam up with just to talk to him.

They knew what they were getting themselves into. He was a player; a real heartless player, and he didn't bother hiding it. He broke a lot of hearts and Wayne Enterprise received a few tear-stained resignation slips because of it. It was all good at first, but all too quickly, and after some fights with Bruce over the employee transfer rate, Dick got bored of these feeble attempts. He started ignoring them and that only made them try harder. The boring tries were getting on his nerves.

Mail girls would purposely take the wrong mail to his office just so they could see him, then leave it there so they could come back to get it, or if they're lucky get him to find them to return it. Coffee girls lingered outside his door and chased after him with cups after cups of coffee, which he kindly rejected. The female CEOs came one-by-one to his office to seek approval and assistance on their new upcoming proposals. Dick wasn't completely sure if this was because he was their boss' son or because they wanted to see him, but either way he didn't want to see them.

Then, there was Marla, the blessing that came from the heavens. She was the elderly head secretary and administration. She was the only female who treated him like a person, not a God. Like any secretary to a normal person, Marla completely ignored him. She never reciprocated to his attempts to start a conversation, nor did she even bother show any kindness to staying put throughout his talking. She kept the entire office running from her little front desk when all the other incompetent girls were screwing things over. Today, unfortunately, there was a new girl in the office. She was supposed to be Marla's assistant. The damn girl caused the whole server to go down while she was trying to patch through to Dick's office. Bruce wasn't really upset, but Marla on the other hand, was anything but pleased.

Stupid, stupid girls. They're so unbelievable. They're so dense, yet so quick. So oblivious yet so cunning. I have had it. They have no self control either. They'll put everyone at an inconvenience just to get a hold of me. They seem so strong and determined and at first, with lots of charisma, so different and so interesting. But the moment you let them into your life, BOOM. They break down, becoming so pitiful. Soon they come up with the most delusional desires of 'happily ever after'. They'll be happily clinging to your arm one moment then blocking your texts and calls the next. Not to mention the amount of crying and nagging they let loose on you. Dick Grayson is a player, and proud of it. Did these girls really expect anything more than a week? He was just looking for some fun. It seems like women are all whiny, desperate creatures. They want a lot of things and will stir up all kinds of trouble to get them. They always seem different, but in the end, they're all the same.

Letting out another sigh, he got out of his car. Sounds of a deep rhythmic bass came crashing into his ears. He needed a drink. Urgently. He took a deep breath before yanking off his tie and flinging it back into the car. He walked straight into the doors of the building he parked in front of.

The place was packed with more scum than actual people and stank of piss. The wallpaper was peeling, there were cracks were on the ceiling and it looked like a board had crashed to the ground from God knows where. The best thing about this place was the horrible music; it was insanely loud. Dick could barely hear himself think, let alone anything girls would have to say to him.

Before he knew it, he was surrounded by a pack of girls, they were trying to tell him something but all the heard was the atrocious music. Their shiny lips mouthed him some words before showing him perfect sets of teeth. He replied politely by pointing to his ears and shaking his head before pushing part them to the bar. This really is the best place to be, he thought, a smile taking form on his lips.

He sat on a high worn out barstool and pointed to a bottle in the shelf behind the counter. A small glass was placed in front of him.

Tequila. What better way to take a load off.

A generous slice of lemon sat like a hat on the little glass. He looked down at the smooth liquid sitting idly in front of him and as he was about to gulp it down-

CRASH. CLINK. BANG. THUMP!

The glass was knocked out of his fingers. Someone knocked it out of his grasp, but not with their hand, instead, with their entire body. A man, had just slid across the countertop on his back, knocking his drink onto the floor. The guy landed on the floor next to his barstool, a small pool of tequila and shattered glass surrounded his face.

"The fuck?" Dick said, whipping his head around. "Who on Earth could have knocked you out?" Dick said as he examined the man, who lay unconscious on the floor. He was a really big burly guy, looked like he could take a punch and give a lot more back. And it looked like a big black bruise was starting to swell up on the bottom of said man's jaw.

Turning to his right, where the source of the ruckus came from, Dick couldn't help but stare.

Fire.

That was his first thought. 'Legs' was his next. Leggy, tight ass and tall. Sounded like a usual Friday night. A figure of long red hair stood there. Dick couldn't see her face since she was facing the other way. Her right hand was clenched into a fist and the left was wrapped around a shot of tequila, similar to the one he held earlier. There was a big circle of space around her. All eyes in the club were targeted on her. There was silence in the crowd through the music still blasted uncontrollably.

She dropped a bill on the counter to the bartender, a large black man, who looked like he just took a shit in his pants. She then turned to him and smiled. After that, he doubled over laughing. His laugh filled up whatever room was left in this forsaken loud and crowded place. Everyone gawked as she took the shot, and set the glass down with a bang. Mouths dropped as grabbed her handbag, coat and sashayed out the door, receiving a fabulous leave as the crowd parted to give her a walkway.

Pssh. Women. Dick thought. Always causing a scene. That one might be the worse there is. She's real trouble…. Had to admit, her hair was gorgeous. He signaled the bartender for another glass. It's probably from a bottle, no way someone's hair can look that beautiful natural.

"Groaann…"

Dick turned to the floor on his left. The man's head rolled, as if he was stirring conscious.

Hey, this guy just might see daylight tom-

His head fell back with a thump.

Guess not.

He nodded a thanks to the bartender as a shot was put in front of him.

How'd she knock him out, though… Quite astounding…. for a woman…. Mmmm…I wonder…

He glanced back at the doors.

Oh fuck it, no Dick, no. Women are cumbersome creatures, no matter how beautiful they are. You should know this, you've been with more women than any other man has had for this lifetime and the next.

He shot down warm tequila.

She had a really nice ass though. Fine legs too.

"Meh," he murmured as he shrugged.

"Keep them coming."

"Irritating drunk bastard."

Kori stood at the entrance, tugging on her coat. She silently cursed as she set off down the block in a huffed manner.

"Oh duh- hey there, are ya tired? Duh, ya must be since ya were running through my head.. " She imitated out loud.

What happened to the male intelligence? Originality? Nobility? Are all men really such blistering idiots? And I thought Roy was bad. Pfft, but then again, he was too busy gelling his hair to come up with anything intelligent. Men. If they're not drunk idiots, they're vain and snobby.

She scoffed as she stamped her way through the scrummy streets under the night sky.

I need to get used to them. It's not like they're going to die out…. Hah! If only. But then again, I guess not all men in general are horrible. The bartender was a really nice guy. We could've finished our nice conversation if that idiot hadn't shown up all slurry, smelling like a bar and started breathing piss down my neck. I'm used to guys staying through the first 'no' , but to lose control over his hands by the third one was just unacceptable. I am not going to let myself be touched, or used or dumped by some brainless, arrogant, vain, snobby drunk bunch of liars. Not anymore. I'm better than that. I'm a human being, not an old pair on underwear, I deserve respect.

After much more ranting, she found herself at her destination. She stopped outside a glass door and took a deep breath.

Men. I've used up too much of my patience over them. Not again, not ever. Calm down, Kori.

She entered the lobby and greeted the landlord with a smile.

The little old man behind the counter, who was spinning on his little spinning chair, almost toppled backward.

Sigh. Men.

She walked up to the lift to find it was in pieces. The door was open and inside, wires were sticking out everywhere, the light was flickering and the ceiling panes were moved out of place.

"Um, Excuse me, when will this be fixed?"

"Soon! It's being upgraded. Please take a seat."

"Hmm.. ok."

She looked around for a seat but there was none. Before she could say anything, the landlord came up behind her and offered his little spinning desk chair. She sat gratefully and got comfy.

10 minutes..

20 minutes..

40 minutes…

By this time, Kori already had her head on the table and she was asleep.

"Um, miss… miss… Miss!"

"mnnngulshnmn" was all that came out of her.

45 minutes..

"Miss! Miss! Miss! Wake up! The lift is ready to use."

"WHA-HUH?" Kori jerked up startled. "Oh! Thank you." She got up groggily and moved as quickly as she could to the lift. She pressed the button then ran back to the counter and picked up her discarded heels and purse and jumped into the lift when the doors ding-ed open.

"Goodnight," she wished to the landlord standing behind the counter as the lift doors shut on her with a soft thud.

DING.

"That new lift sure was fast!" Dick said chuckled to himself loudly. His voice reverberated across the empty corridor. Dick Grayson's room was the third door nearest to the lift.

Whatever lights were on flickered dimly. There were only 3 lights on, which covered the space from the lift to his door. The entire place gave on an omnious feeling and would have spooked any sane person. But at this time, Dick was used to the grimness and he was downright hammered.

He sang a little tune out loud, wiggling his feet across the stained carpet. "First door." He made a little skip in his step as he walked pass the door. "Seeeeeeccond door." He paused, looking around like a cartoon character before rapping the door quickly. "Oh wait, it's unoccupied, just like the rest of the floor!" He continued with moonwalking to the third door. He did a little spin, stopping in a pose in front of the dark, wooden frame. "Sanctuary!" he proclaimed to no one.

The word sliced through the dark melancholy oblivion that the corridor spread into.

The whole floor was empty, not another soul was there to see him or hear him or fawned over him. And he absolutely loved it.

He shook his fingers, tucked in the rest of his shirt and slapped his face."Okay! Now, where are my keys?" He dug his hands deep into his pockets and he searched. And just as he thought he found what he was looking for-

DING.

Even with his wasted and incoherent mind, Dick knew one thing for certain: the entire floor was empty. Nobody would come up here. He made sure of that with management. He glanced down the hall. Yeah, it was the right floor. The only floor with vacant rooms…. So then... who was that in the lift?

"What on Earth-," Dick started. His heavy head whipped to see the lift doors close and a distinctive figure start walking towards him. He could see the shadow sway from side to side. It made clicks and clacks that were getting louder as it neared him. He made out an astonishing shade of… red.

"Hi there, neighbor."

Hello all! I'm back! To pick up where I left off, I decided to reread my story and i had to stop reading by the end of chap 1. It was so badly written. Ugh. Ew. It gave me cancer. I just had to rewrite it, so I did. Nothing much changed, but hopefully it's better written and a bit more amusing cause I decided to display a tad of Kori and Dick's childish/drunk sides. Please don't hate me.