Well... I don't even know what to say, I'm so disappointed with myself, and now I'm starting a new story... I feel no better then those unfinished stories from 2006... I thought of this while cruising through Iowa with my uncle, grandfather, and cousin/god-daughter, so I hope you'll like it, and please please PLEASE review I need all the ideas/suggestions I can get! I hope you all will like it! (a/n this will most likely start with Dick's POV and then gradually seep into Kori's, just because I'm "slightly" better at writing her POV, but it makes sense to start with Dick's... you'll understand!)

Backwoods Honey

"Dick! Get your educated ass down here!"

I sigh wondering what the hell Bruce wants me to do at 7:30 in the morning. Looking around I spot my pair of boxers, shake the whore I spent last night with off my arm, and grab a piece of paper to write a note.

Thanks for the great night Kat, but I have an early meeting and would appreciate if you left when you wake up, house-keeping and all, and who knows, maybe I'll call you for a round 2 ~Dick

Although I'd never make good on that round 2, or even that call, I never did that with any girl.

I grabbed a pair of pajama pants hopping into them and running down the hall, sliding down the giant banister of Wayne Manor. Bruce was standing ominously at the bottom of the stairs with his arms folded and boy did he look pissed. After I hopped off the rail I sat on the bottom rail and flashed my famous "Dick Grayson smile" just to piss him off a little more, wondering what this talk was going to be about while sitting down on the bottom step.

"I see you brought home another whore last night." he said peeved.

"Look who's talking..." I retorted.

Grunting he rolled his eyes and unfolded his arms, "Look Dick, this isn't what I called you down here to fight about,it's your behavior at the clubs. It's tarnishing the Wayne Enterprises credibility, the investors are questioning your ability to step up to the plate when I retire."

"Are you kidding me? Those stuck up suit monkeys wouldn't know shit! C'mon Bruce I'm only 18, what are they expecting! I've got to live a little before I inherit billions of dollars to buy wh-"

"See! That! That right there!" He suddenly interrupts me. "That is exactly what I'm talking about! You and this sense of entitlement! When are you going to get that out of your thick skull that a)the world DOESN'T revolve around you and b)you have to work for it! I don't know what to do with you anymore!"

I opened my mouth to scream right back at him, but I heard foot steps coming down the stairs and turned, Bruce lifted his eyes. Katherine or Kitten as she preferred to be called last night was tripping down the stairs huffing and puffing.

"DICKIE-POO!" she screeched, "you can't even be there when I wake up? I thought we had something! We are like so totally OVER! UGHHHH!"

"Uhm, Kitten was it? Yeah, we never had anything, and we were never together so I think that it's time you left."

"NO ONE TELLS KITTEN TO LEAVE! KITTEN LEAVES WHEN SHE WANTS! LIKE W-T-F. I'M SO TOTALLY LEAVING NOW YOU S.O.B." she screams as she storms out.

"good riddance," I mutter under my breath.

"Boy Dick, you sure as hell know how to pick 'em..." Bruce says sarcastically.

"Just shut up and get to the point, I need to shower the fucking sparkles off" I say pissed.

"Shower, then we'll talk, it'll give me time to decide." he states and walks into his study.

What the hell does he mean "time to decide"... decide what? I thought trudging up the stairs and back into my room. Once I got in I stripped down and walked into the bathroom turning the hot water on and stepping into the steaming streams of water. Losing myself to my own thoughts about what Bruce could have meant.

After a long hot shower to scrub the sparkles off of the most odd places I grabbed a towel, running it through my hair and then wrapping it around my waist I stepped out of the steaming bathroom. I pulled a pair of old sweat pants and a cut-off from my drawer and threw them on. Running the towel over my hair again I tossed it back into the bathroom on the floor.

My stomach growled suddenly and I realized I'd probably want to eat before Bruce's "decision lecture". Sliding into the kitchen Alfred, our butler, greeted me with a plate full of a gourmet omelet and bacon with toast.

"Master Richard, I figured I ought to cook you breakfast before your discussion with Master Bruce this afternoon. Is there anything else I can do for you Young Master?" he questions with his thick British accent.

"Thanks Alf! If it wouldn't be too much of a bother you could change my sheets maybe, and ahh, maybe febreze my room? It smells "funky" this morning." I said taking a bite of my omelet and beginning to get into my breakfast.

"Ahhhh, I understand Master Richard, was it that dreadful young lady who stormed out quite early this morning?" He asks knowingly.

I choked, sputtering and babbling like a fool. All that came out was, "ah, uh, ugh, ooof."

"That's what I thought." and with that he left.

I could only stare dumbfounded, I mean I knew Alfred was good, but not that good. Sitting in silence I started debating more about what Bruce was going to do.

Bruce popped his head into the kitchen, "Dick, my office, now." was all he said, and I was off my ass into his forest.

"Have a seat Dick," Bruce said turning his chair around with his elbows on the arms of the chair and tapping his fingers together. He scooted closer to his desk and leaned forward.

"Alright, alright! Enough with the movie drama Bruce jeesh! Let's get this over with, I got things to see and people to do if ya know what I mean." I told him with a wink. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Here's the deal Richard, Wayne Ent. wants to merge with the hunting industry, being its a huge market in the South, and SouthWest, we think it is a profitable investment. The specific company that we are looking to invest with is Muddy. Any questions?"

"Uhm yes, what does this have to do with me?" I ask suspiciously.

"You're the negotiator." he states calmly.

"WHAT?"

"I said you're the nego-"

"Yeah I got that. But why ME? I mean what the hell Bruce? I'm sposed to stay in Gotham you know that! I don't want to leave! I've got parties! Girls! Booze! I mean WHAT THE HELL?" I interrupted him.

"Would you just listen please? Muddy is owned by the Anders Family, Myan and Luanne, they have three children Koma, Kori, and Ryan. I told you my investors are already questioning your intentions, this is your chance to prove yourself! You go there for the rest of the summer, stay with the family and make sure they follow through with the deal. I expect you to be on your best behavior, that means no alcohol, no sex, no swearing, and you have a budget."

"...WHAT? ARE YOU HIGH? FIRST OF ALL I DON'T HAVE TO PROVE MYSELF I'M THE FUCKING HEIR TO WAYNE ENTERPRISES! Hell once I'm in office I'm sure as hell firing their asses. Besides I don't even know where you want to send me to seal this deal? Second off WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW ABOUT HUNTING?"

"Stop it. Just stop right there, you're acting like a child Richard! Grow up, you're 18 years old, I made you the heir I can just as easily find someone else to fill your shoes. And you do need to prove yourself, to me. That you can buck up, take responsibility, and not fuck something up for once! And when I said best behavior I mean it. This family would kill the deal right then and there if you disrespect them or their house or their company for that matter. You're going to Iowa, end of discussion." He stated matter-o-factually.

"Iowa. Your sending me to a town full of cornfield's... Bruce WHAT THE FUCK? Have you lost your mind?" I exclaimed, I was pissed. My life, my parties, postponed.

"You're going to Iowa. You're signing this deal. You're driving there. Got it? Alfred's packed for you everything you'll need, here is your credit card, Alfred left some extra cash just in case but emptied all your extra cards and accounts so there will not be any slip ups. Now Koma is in her early 20s Kori is 17, and Ryan is 16. They expect you to be ready to help at all times. You're car is waiting out front, GPS is set up you best be on the road, after all its an extremely long drive son!"

Through that entire rant all I could think was fuck my LIFE.