"Why am I coming with you again?" Dick Grayson tugged at the tight collar of his dress shirt. If he had been given the choice, he would probably be wearing a t-shirt, his favorite black and blue sweater, and jeans instead of the dark blue dress shirt and black slacks that his adoptive father had asked—more like demanded—he wear.

"We're going to a business meeting." Bruce Wayne straightened the cuffs of his light blue dress shirt under his grey business suit from where he sat across Dick in the limo.

"Yes, but this meeting is with Oliver Queen, someone we already know. There's no real reason for me to come with let alone dress up like this," Dick complained. He mentally winced at how whiny his voice sounded even though he was twenty-one years old.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "As the ward of Bruce Wayne, you have the responsibility to invest in the company and take part in meetings. You are, after all, named the next CEO should something happen to me."

Dick nearly dropped the water bottle he was grabbing from the side door. "Since when? I don't recall discussing this. What if I don't want to be?"

Bruce shrugged. "There isn't anyone else I would really trust to run the company right. Besides, why is it such a problem all of a sudden? It's not like this is the first meeting you've had to go to with me."

Dick took a sip from his water bottle and sighed deeply. "The team was wanting to go together to this dirt bike show in Central City. But I guess I'm going to miss it."

"I'm sure the meeting won't take long," he reassured. "Oliver and I are just going over some details for the charity fundraiser next week."

Dick fidgeted with his water bottle impatiently. "And these are such important details that you can't talk about them over the phone or email or something?"

Bruce shrugged again. "Oliver asked for me to come in person. So, maybe there's something else he needs to discuss. If that's the case and I need to stay longer, Alfred can take you to Central City. Or if Roy hasn't left yet, maybe he can drop you off."

Dick tapped his fingers against the side door. "I guess that's true. I hadn't thought of that."

Bruce smirked. "Something that the great detective Dick Grayson hadn't thought of? I got to write this down."

Dick scowled, but didn't say anything.

The rest of the ride to Star City's City Hall was silent as both men were left to their own thoughts, one wondering why his fellow billionaire was requesting to see him in person while the other was thinking of a way he could ditch his mentor.

It only was a few minutes before the limo came to a stop and Alfred opened the door for them.

"Thank you, Alfred."

The older butler nodded to Bruce and Dick as they worked their way towards the entrance. "Have a good day, sirs," he replied before returning to the driver's side and driving the car away.

Dick rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck as he and his mentor entered the building. "Let's get this over with…" Bruce raised an eyebrow in an amusement as his ward's sentence tapered off. He followed the young man's gaze to the young receptionist at the lobby desk.

The young girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She either had long or thick hair, for it was pulled into a tight, thick bun at the base of her neck. The lack of sleeves of her baby pink blouse exposed thin yet toned arms. What stood out to Bruce the most, though, was that she didn't even look up when he and Dick walked up to the desk. Bruce cleared his throat roughly to get her attention.

The girl quickly glanced up before looking back at the computer monitor in front of her. "How can I help you?"

Mentor and mentee blinked, looked at each other, and blinked again before looking back at the careless receptionist.

"We're here to see Oliver Queen," Dick tried. Bruce held back a chuckle as his mentee rested his arm on the desk and leaned against it in what he most likely thought was an attractive stance. The girl didn't even blink.

She used her bright pink mouse to click something on her screen before asking, "Name?"

Frowning at her lack of interest and obliviousness and becoming more perturbed than Bruce, Dick clenched his jaw before answering for him. "Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson."

"Just one moment please." The receptionist left her desk and clicked her way in heels to the back of the room before stopping at a glass door. Peering around the girl, Bruce saw Oliver sitting at his desk, staring intently at something on his computer. He looked up when the receptionist knocked on the window and motioned for her to come in.

Bruce and Dick couldn't help the confusion that came from the hand motions that followed.