Work Through The Pain Epilogue

Nightwing smiled to himself as he looked at his empty apartment. Everything he needed was packed- hopefully. He had taken a few pieces of furniture and had given the rest to Tim. Two strong arms wrapped around his waist, interrupting his thoughts.
"Babe, stop worrying about it. I'm sure you have everything," Wally told the Bat. Dick smiled to himself. "I guess," He told his boyfriend for the past two years. Wally picked up Dick bridal style and carried him outside. "Hold on," He told the Bat. Dick wrapped his arms around the speedster's neck and curled into his boyfriend. Wally sped to his apartment in Central City. They arrived in record time- hence the reason Wally was the new Flash.

A lot of things had changed. Dick was now twenty-two and he had gotten his engineering major a few months ago. He had  just gotten a job as a mechanical engineer. Wally had long since graduated and was working as a forensic specialist, taking after his uncle, expect he was on time mostly at work. However, the equilibrium to his speed was arriving late at home and on dates- Dick had mostly gotten used to it.

Wally opened the door and let his boyfriend down. Dick took a deep breath and looked around his new home. Everything looked in order. He nodded and looked at Wally.

"Not bad, West. Nothing's broken," Dick teased. Wally laughed and picked up Dick again and threw him down on the couch. Wally smiled as he landed on top Dick with his hands wrapped around the bird's waist. He looked down at the jet haired boy and gave him a nervous smile. If everything went according to plan, then he should be able to finally get a ring on Dick's finger soon.

~A Few Days Later~

Nightwing's mouth dropped open as Wally got down on one knee in the middle of their living room after their date. Wally had a nervous smile on his face as he asked the most important question of his life.

"Marry me Richard Grayson?" He asked, the ring in the black box glinting. Dick covered his mouth and just stared in shock. Then, after a few awkward seconds, he nodded.
Wally looked at him in awe. "Yes," Nightwing squeaked after he nodded.  Wally slipped the ring on Dick's finger and shot up, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing him. Dick's arms encircled Wally's neck, kissing his fiancé.  

~Three Years Later~

Time: 11:00 pm

Nightwing woke up to his husband shaking him awake. He sat up on one arm and looked at him with his hair tangled and messy. "Bruce wants to talk with you," He said, handing him the phone. Dick grabbed the phone and put it up to his hair.

"What?" he grumbled. "I need you to patrol Gotham while I handle the Joker," Batman's gruff voice commanded. Dick sighed and told the Bat that he's on it.
Dick shook his head when the line cut. He looked up at his husband. "Wanna help me patrol Gotham?" He asked, fluttering his eyelashes. Wally laughed nervously and shook his head no. Dick glared at him. "Fine, if I die, it's your own fault," Dick said nonchalantly as he got out of bed and got into his Nightwing costume. Wally was already in his Flash costume.

Dick smiled and walked over to him, wrapping his arms around Wally's neck. Nightwing kissed him passionately and pulled away a few seconds later. "Have fun patrolling Central City, Flash," He said as he pulled Wally's cowl over his head. Wally winked at him and rushed out of their apartment in a- well- flash. Dick smiled to himself and pushed his mask into place.

Time: 12:00 (A/N: Kudos and a dedication to whoever can figure out where I got this scene from!)

Nightwing's eyes widened as he saw a small kid wielding a sword about to kill a giant man with brass knuckles. He shot his grappling hook and quickly swung to stop the kid. He grabbed the kid sword as he knocked the kid over.
"The psychos just keep getting younger," He said, shaking his head. The kid screamed in anger and charged at him.

Dick wiped his bloody nose after he had tied up the brat. He lean against the wall and called Bruce. "Talk," came the voice of none other than Batman. "Missing something?" Dick asked teasingly. "I'm not in the mood," came the reply. Typical. Batman the killjoy.

"I got a kid here. Says he's your son," Dick told him and looked at the kid who was glaring daggers at him. He heard Bruce sigh and then he answered, "I'll be right there."

~At the batcave~

"It really ticks me off after the hell he gave me about using protection," Dick told Alfred as the family friend was stitching him up. "Indeed," the butler answered as Dick winched. "Are you alright, Master Richard?" Alfred asked, looking up from his work. Dick smiled at the family friend. "I took the cut, I can take the stitch," He told Alfred.

"Maybe you need more anesthetic," Damian said as he was watching the scene. Dick glared up at the young boy. "And maybe you need to go fu-" Dick began.

"Whoa babe," a voice said from the top of the stair. "What's got you so ticked off?" Nightwing smiled as he saw his husband standing at the top of the stairs in his Flash suit. He climbed down and bit his lip when he saw Alfred bandaging his husband.

"Maybe you need to remember who the blood son is," Damian said from his place on the railing, unfazed by the entrance of the Flash. Dick pursed his lips together and glared at the kid, who looked almost exactly like Bruce. "Bloodthirsty is more like it," He said in a dead serious tone. Then he broke eye contact with the kid and looked towards his husband, smiling softly in his direction.

"This was yours?" Damian's voice asked. Wally looked over to see the Bat's son standing by Dick's original costume- the one he wore before the classic red and black one he had when he was on Young Justice. He then looked back at the jet haired man, who was glaring at the boy. "Still is," he answered shortly.

Wally watched his husband rush over the the case and closed it, saying, "Hands off." Damian looked at him unimpressed. "Is this what you wore during training?" He asked. Dick pursed his lips together tightly. "It’s what I wore during patrol," He gritted out.

"The only thing it's missing is lace trim and a sunhat," the boy said snobbishly, with a painful smile which was almost mocking the speedster's husband. Wally used his speed to rush over and stand next to Nightwing. He crossed his arms at glared at the boy. "Kid, I wouldn't be talking. I mean have you seen yourself? Wearing a metal belt will get you detected in a seconds notice here in the real world. And you call yourself Batman's son." Wally defended. The kid had the nerve to snort.

"Is this honestly the best you can do?" He asked Dick. Wally looked at the kid with a murderous look. "Considering you don't have a lover, you shouldn't be talking," Dick shot back. The kid snorted again and looked at the Robin costume. Dick opened his mouth to say something but Bruce walked into the room just then and sat in the chair calling up commissioner Gordon.    

"I know what you're thinking," Dick started, crossing his arms. "You're thinking that you can be Robin, but with your short fuse and attitude, you can't.

"I don't need some flamboyant suit and an insipid bird name to kick ass. My skills are way beyond your simplistic trains, as you saw tonight.," Damian said cockily. Dick snorted and turned around, gently grabbing Wally's bicep. Before he began walking, he turned his head to say something to Damian, "Don't forget who won that fight."

Wally put a hand around his husband's waist and bit his lip to keep from laughing. Dick noticed this and gently hit Wally's chest. "Thanks for standing up for me back there," Dick whispered in Wally's ear, straining to reach it as the speedster was a head taller than him. Wally just smiled and kissed the top of Nightwing's head. They walked over the the chair that Alfred was stitching up Dick earlier. He pulled on the top half of his suit, winching from his wounds. Wally looked at him sadly.

He walked over and placed his hands on Dick's hips once he had his top half on. Dick placed his hands on Wally chest and leaned into his embrace. "I shouldn't have left you to patrol alone," Wally whispered, his hands now wrapping  around Nightwing. Dick smiled at up at him. "Wally, it's just a few cuts, nothing else. Not like he could hurt me severely anyway," Dick snorted, then he wrapped his hands around Wally's neck and brought the speedster down for a kiss.

Damian snorted to himself as he took as quick glance over at Nightwing and the Flash. Any affection in general disgusted the boy. Assassins didn't have time for lovers, they only had time to kill their enemies. That's what his grandfather taught him. The fact that you could love someone that much as to stay with them for the rest of their lives perplexed him.

"He deserves to die," He told his father after he cut the conversation with Gordon. Batman stood up abruptly, pushing his chair roughly. It stopped at the end of it's line and nearly startled the young couple making out. "Oh oh," Dick whispered to the speedster holding him.

"Do you know what you were tonight?" Bruce asked. Dick bit his lip, feeling slightly bad for the kid. He had the same lecture from Bruce after he was nearly killed by the Joker the first time. "You weren't a warrior. You weren't a soldier. You were a child."
Damian snarled and pointed at Dick. "If it hadn't for him I would have-" Damian snarled, but was interrupted by Bruce.  

"If it hadn't been for Dick, you would've gone too far," he scolded. Damian frowned. Dick walked over after he and Bruce had shared a look after Bruce's whole spiel. Dick narrowed his eyes at the bat after he realized what he was going to do.

Nightwing  swiftly left, his husband following behind him. Just before Dick got to the top of the stairs though, he turned around and looked Batman dead in the eye.

"Don't let him die like Jason," He said in a cut and hurt tone. Bruce pursed his lips and nodded once at the bird, then turned to his son. Damian looked at his father and the retreating forms of the celebrity couple.(A/N: Fan girls made them popular and the media needs something to write about!)

"Who-" He began but Batman cut him off. "Someone important," Was all he said.

~At Wally's  and Dick's  Apartment~

"I really don't like that kid," Wally said as they were dressing out of their costumes. Dick laughed. "Me neither. He reminds me too much of Bruce, but with Jason's personality and cockiness," Dick told his husband as he slipped on his pajama pants and one of Wally's old shirts. He flopped down on the bed and groaned as his wounds and stitches stretched. Wally smiled at him, laying down next to Dick and pulling the blanket over them.

Wally wrapped his hands around Dick's waist and Nightwing placed his arms in front of Wally's chest, smiling up at said speedster. Wally smiled down at him. Both of them felt content and happy and nothing- not even a bratty, ten year old assassin- and they intended to stay that way.