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"Come on Bruce! We haven't taken a trip to the city in months! I want to go!" Dick Grayson begs his best friend as they throw hay from the loft.

Bruce rolls his eyes, "you went just last week with your parents."

"But we haven't gone together!" Dick insists.

Bruce shakes his head as they throw the last bale down for the day. "I don't know, Dick. I have all of the animals to look after and there's going to be a sale next week that I need to prepare some of my calves for-."

Dick throws his hands in the air, "Bruce no!" His friend almost falls out of the loft out of pure shock from the exclamation. "You are not blowing this off again! You haven't gone to Metropolis since June!"

"Well I've been bus-."

"It's May!" Dick cuts him off again. "We just graduated man! Don't you want to have some fun now that we don't have to think about college for the whole summer!?"

Bruce rolls his eyes again, "Dick, I don't really have to worry about college remember? I'm taking online classes, I'm not going to an actual building."

Dick's shoulder sag, "what!? You were the smartest kid in our school! You memorized 1,000 digits of pi when we were 10! You taught classes when teachers were gone! You were the valedictorian! Why the hell aren't you going to college!?"

Bruce shrugs as he takes off his gloves and walks down the stairs, with Dick hot on his heels. "I have the farm to worry about Dick. I don't trust anyone else to run it, and I have a lot of chores to do. You know how I would miss a lot of school because of calving season and sickness in the animals and-."

"Bruce I know, if you hadn't missed all that school, you would've graduated last year instead of this year. Please, you are 16! And you just graduated! How the hell can anyone deny that you are a genius!?"

Bruce glowers at him, "I'm almost 17."

Now it was Dick's turn to roll his eyes, "yeah, next February! Dude, For most of your senior year you were fifteen! Of course you don't look it because you're built like an ox but I mean look at you and me! I'm 18 and I'm lucky I got straight A's, you're 16 and you've graduated with A+'s! Teachers love you! Parents wish their kids were like you! Hell, my parents want to adopt you but they know that you're just gonna stay on this farm and nobody can own you. And you're single! You are the smartest guy I know, you're good looking, and you're single! Metropolis chicks will totally dig you!"

Bruce reaches solid ground and walks over to the stall containing his cattle horse. "This is the only girl I care about Dick, human girls are so dramatic. I don't see the need to complicate my life with a screaming city girl that's afraid to get her prized shoes dirty or her million dollar manicure chipped."

Dick stops for a minute before he grins. "Then the Metropolis male population won't know what hit 'em! C'mon Bruce, Metropolis is overflowing with men ripe for the taking! And with that farmer strength you've got, you can sweep even the biggest off their feet!"

Bruce gives him a flat look, "Dick, I know you're trying to help, but I think I'll survive being single for a while. Now can you please give it a rest while I go out and get my herd?"

Dick's eyes brighten, "I'll help!" He runs to the last stall to get Bruce's extra cattle horse, a horse that was only one or two years off from being permanently turned out to pasture to live out the rest of his years.

"Uh Dick, that horse isn't nearly as young as he used to be. He might not listen to you, you're too happy for him."

Dick looks over his shoulder, "maybe he'll like some sunshine, it's better than the constant cloud you've got over your head."

Bruce hoped Dick would be thrown.

Hours later, they finally rounded up all the cattle into the nearby pasture. Bruce was happy with the entertainment of Dick trying to control his cattle horse, Alfred. The old dapple grey didn't take any of his shit, and when Dick wanted to go faster, the horse would slow down, just to break into a gallop when Dick wasn't paying attention, leaving the teen on the ground with a face full of mud, or gallons of it all over his clothes. "This is your fault." He growls as they clean the horses.

Dick was now more mud than human, his usually fluffy, messy hair was matted to his head with the mud, and you couldn't see an inch of cleans skin or cloth. "Aren't you always saying how mud is great for your flawless complexion?"

"Yeah, spa mud, not country mud that's mixed in with shit!" Dick exclaims, the whole time trying not to get mud in his mouth.

Bruce laughs at him, "don't blame me. I would have gladly switched you if you had asked. Martha is a really good horse, Alfred does what he wants whenever he wants."

Dick locks the stall and throws his brush in a bucket, "why do your horses have such human names anyway? Don't people usually come up with crazy names like Buccaneer or Peg-Leg?"

Bruce raises an incredulous eyebrow, "why exactly were those two names related to pirates?"

Dick scratches the back on his dirty neck, "well my sister has been watching a lot of Jack and the Neverland Pirates lately and she won't let anyone change the channel. From sunrise to sunset that girl is in front of the TV with those cartoon pirates. She can quote almost all of the episodes, it's a little creepy."

"How is everyone anyway? Are John and Mary doing well?"

Dick laughs, "yeah, but hearing my best friend call my parents by their real names is just plain weird man."

"Mr. and Mrs. Grayson is a little long to say, Dick. They want you to come over soon so we can have a little impromptu graduation party since you didn't have one and you didn't stay long at mine."

Bruce shrugs, "what can I, I don't really like crowds. They're not my thing."

Dick pats his shoulder, leaving light handprints of mud. "I know buddy, I've been your best friend since you jumped up into my grade when we were in middle school. I know crowds are not your cup of tea, but this isn't going to be a crowd. It's going to be my parents, my sister, and my girlfriend, that's it."

Bruce chuckles as they walk into the farmhouse, "ah, the beautiful and athletic Barbara Gordon. Father is police commissioner in Metropolis, mother passed away from cancer, and no other know siblings. A lot of boyfriends before you, but none have stayed as long as you and didn't even get to meet her father, while you did, and are continued to be terrified by the man to this day."

Dick gives him the side eye, "it's creepy how you do that, you know."

"Do what?" Bruce asks as Dick stands in his entryway and he gets a laundry basket.

"That you know everything about a person before they even tell you their name. She literally went to introduce herself to you and said 'hi I'm-' and you filled in everything for her! Slightly weird man, you need to be like a private detective, I mean, you can pretty much look at a person and know what they're thinking and who they are."

Bruce scoffs as he puts the basket in front of his friend, "here, put your clothes in there and I'll wash them and give you some new ones."

"Thanks man, my parents would kill me if they saw what happened." Dick starts to strip as Bruce goes into the kitchen and pours himself an iced tea. "Oh you got to be kidding me!" Dick yells.

Bruce almost drops his drink before setting it down and running into the room to see Dick standing in the entryway, his shirt and pants were off, but his legs were completely covered in mud even though he was wearing jeans, and his underwear was completely covered as well. "That horse is going to pay." Dick says as Bruce almost falls to the floor in laughter.

"Holy shit!" Bruce howls as he wipes tears from his eyes, but he immediately sobers when Dick goes to take them off. "Whoa wait a minute we're close but not that close man!" Dick raises an eyebrow before resting his arms back at his sides. "Go upstairs and take a shower, but leave the door unlocked so I can grab those and put them into wash. I'll get you a new pair."

"Pfft, you sound a little like you wanna peep on me in the shower Bruce." Dick smirks as he wakes his way to the stairs.

Bruce rolls his eyes, "don't flatter yourself, you're not that good looking."

Dick gasps and runs back downstairs to punch his friend in the stomach before sprinting back up the stairs to shower. Bruce curses at him but shakes his head and throws the muddy clothes into the washing machine, before he started it he noticed the mudd on his own shirt and took that off to wash it as well.

Bruce walked up the stairs and heard the water running so he knocked quickly before being allowed to come in. "If you wanted to come in, you can just strip and come it." Dick teased him.

Bruce found his silhouette and punched him through the curtains, judging from the thud after he either hit the wall or fell down. "Ow!" He fell.

Bruce grabbed his underwear before leaving to find a clean stack of clothes. Once he had, he walked back in and dumped them on the floor. "Your clothes are on the floor shithead."

"Thanks dickwad, I'll remember that."

Bruce laughs as he walks out of the bathroom and goes back downstairs to drink his almost-forgotten iced tea. Once he had the drink he turned on the small TV in his kitchen and sat on the island as the news went over their breaking stories. "Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Clark Kent, set to appear in Metropolis this weekend for a business conference over his new, and confidential, technology deal that he will be closing with LexCorp. Gotham's richest bachelor will be estimated to stay for five days, to discuss business with LexCorp, and to maybe make some new deals while he's here. Mr. Kent was asked for an interview but declined, saying, 'that he does not wish to waste his time while in the city', more news coming up after the break."

Bruce scoffs as the news fades out for some new ad of a useless product by either LexCorp or Kent Enterprises. It was ridiculous, those two companies focused on buying stores, bankrupting them, and then building whatever they wanted with the new real estate. Bruce had been contacted about selling his family's farm from both companies, which just ended up in Bruce refusing to deliver any produce to either company to save the hassle. Now, while some of his profits dwindled from Metropolis and Gotham, he was able to sell more to locals that actually needed it for food rather than scientific studies. "You know, if we went to Metropolis this weekend we might be able to catch a glimpse of this fabled rich boy." Dick remarks as he comes down the stairs in Bruce's clothes, drying his hair with a towel.

Bruce glances at him over his shoulder before scoffing. "Those look a little big on you Dick, shouldn't you be suffocating in small clothes since I'm two years younger than you?"

Dick rolls his eyes, "shut up. You're a farmer with muscle, I'm an acrobat with aerodynamics on my side. It's not fair that you're brains and brawn but I guess that's just how it goes in this cruel world. While I'm neither of those, but a whole new category in that fight, I'm beauty so suck my dick and choke on it."

"Buddy, that's a different fight. Age before beauty, remember? Wow, you really don't have a claim in the brains vs. brawn battle. That's kinda hilarious."

Dick throws his towel at him and Bruce sputters to try and get it off. "Gross I don't need a towel that's been on your dick."

Dick scoffs at him as he pours his own iced tea and sits next to his friend. "What do you have against the Kents again?"

"Both Kent Enterprises and LexCorp have tried to buy my farm, offering me as much as 3 million dollars per 10 acres." Dick whistles, "yeah, I know, it's a lot of money. More money than I can ever hope to make, but I won't sell this farm. My family has protected it and run it ever since a lot of great grandparents founded this land. I'm not going to kill my family name by letting them bulldoze my farm for their own personal gain. I've heard them talk about what they plan to do to it when I used to deliver produce to them, how they want to turn it into a landfill or a shopping mall for Smallville, but I'm not having it. They won't even have this place over my dead body."

Dick sets a hand on his friend's shoulder, "I'm sorry man. Especially since you shouldn't be put through this. This is stuff for old people and adults to deal with, not teenagers all on their own."

Bruce shrugs before he catches sight of a clock on the TV. "Damn, I better be getting you home Dick, your parents are going to kill me."

Dick looks at the clock and well and almost spits out his drink, "they're going to kill me, you're safe because they love you, I'm not!"

They both drain their glasses before running out to Bruce's truck, Dick almost falling over after forgetting how slick the mud was. "I swear you need to clean this place up!"

"Mud is natural on a farm Dick!" Bruce chides as they jump into his truck and he quickly gets onto the main road. "Geez, what time were you supposed to be home?"

"I don't know, a lot earlier than this!"

Bruce rolls his eyes, "not helping!"

"I'm not gonna get food Bruce! My mom hates keeping leftovers for more than a few hours!"

Bruce groans, "fine, we're late already, I might as well get you some food."

He pulls into the nearest gas station and Dick looks at him flatly. "When you said food, I was thinking good food, not food that tastes like it was cooked in a semi-truck's tailpipe."

Bruce glowers at him, "don't be a wimp, and get your food."

Dick squeaks in terror before throwing open the door and running into the gas station. Bruce follows him in and watches his friend as he runs around finding stuff he wants. The attendant looks between the two boys, "your friend is runnin' around like a chicken with it's head cut off." She remarks.

Bruce scoffs before nodding, "yeah, I know. He does that."

The woman looks Bruce up and down before smirking, "I see you're a good role model for him, huh sugar? You seem pretty calm and collected."

Bruce saw that from a mile away. "Yeah, I'm told that for a 16 year old I'm pretty mature."

That shut the lady up, and Bruce walked over to where Dick was trying to decide what slice of pizza he wanted. "Ok would you just pick? I know it'll take you a third of the time you took picking all this out to eat it so can you please not make me spend $100 on your food?"

Dick finally picked a piece of sausage pizza and they paid at the register, with the woman that kept eyeing the both of them, Bruce could tell she was trying to figure out if Dick was old enough for her to hit on, and she was also trying to tell if Bruce was telling the truth. They both offered a quick 'thank you, goodnight' before they once again ran to Bruce's truck, almost getting hit by an expensive car pulling in at 100 mph. Luckily the person stopped, but after a curse word from Bruce and a middle finger from Dick they got into the truck and sped out of the gas station, not paying anymore attention to the rich man that had almost hit them. Even as the man got out and stared after them, a smirk pulling the corner of his mouth up.

Bruce finally pulled into Dick's driveway at around 10:00 pm, killed the engine, and helped Dick throw all of his trash away in the garbage can outside. Dick tried to sneak into the front door but before he could even get his keys out his mother threw open the door. He sulked inside and Bruce stiffened as she pointed to him and made a gesture for him to get back out of his truck and get into the house. Bruce quickly did as the woman said and shuffled in after Dick, they both stood at the doorway like little boys that accidentally broke a priceless family heirloom rather than teenagers getting home late. Mary squeezes past them so she was standing in front of them with John right behind her. "Where have you two been!? Dick, we have rehearsal tomorrow at 6 am and you're getting home at 10! And Bruce! You should not be driving this late! What is the matter with you two! Do you have any-." She cuts herself off when she notices that Dick was wearing Bruce's clothes, then she sighs. "Boys, if you wanted to experiment with your sexuality couldn't you have done it on a day where you don't have things to do in the morning?"

Bruce and Dick's eyes grow as wide as the moon. "WHAT!?" Then they look down and notice Dick's clothes.

"Ok hold on a minute! We were not 'experimenting'! His horse dumped me in the mud and I didn't have any clean clothes so he leant me his!" Dick objects as his parents glance at each other, they didn't believe him.

"It's the truth!" Bruce steps in, "Alfred was being especially difficult today, of course Dick tried to practically put holes in his sides with how hard he was kicking him, but he dumped him in the mud a lot! I let him take a shower and gave him some clothes so he wouldn't get dirt all over my truck."

Dick slapped him in the back of the head, "gee, way to care about me you heartless snake."

Bruce slapped him back, which led to a slapping match that caused Dick's parents to roll their eyes and go back to bed, calling a faint 'goodnight boys' before they shut their bedroom door. Immediately as the door clicked the two stopped and high-fived each other. "Alright man, I'm gonna go, have fun at practice tomorrow. Don't fall Mr. I Don't Need A Net."

Dick smirks at his friend, "if I don't fall, then you have to come with me to Metropolis this weekend, deal?"

Bruce rolls his eyes, "if you fall, which you usually do in practice, I will not go, got it?"

Dick nods, "shake on it."

They did their super secret best friend handshake before Bruce leaves.

Dick didn't fall.