"You're not my dad." the little raven haired boy said standing at the door. He stood in his pajamas which were a dark blue color, it off set his deep blue eyes and made his disheveled black hair look darker still. He was no doubt his father's son and though he'd never met Grayson's wife, it was evident that the little boy took very little from her in terms of physical appearance.

"No, I'm not. I'm Officer Daniel Ramirez, but my friends call me Danny. I'm a friend of your dad's, is your mom home?" he asked patiently.

"Mom!" John yelled into the apartment. "The door!"

"Don't open the door John, ask who it is first!" he heard her yell.

"I already opened it, it's a stranger!" John shouted back.

"Hey," Danny said chagrined, "I said I am a friend of your dad's."

A little girl, as pretty as a shop doll, popped her head out from behind the door. "You are not one of daddy's friends." she piped. Her round cheeks were flushed with color and her brilliant eyes hid nothing as they continued to stare at him in suspicion.

A woman, no older than her late twenties rushed to the door, wearing nothing but her baby blue night slip. paid him no mind and looked directly at the two kids in front of him. "What did I say about opening the door for stranger's?" she asked sternly.

"John opened it." The little girl blurted out before scurrying away, her wavy black dancing in motion. The woman turned her attention to the little boy. He looked more upset than frightened or repentant.

"I thought it was dad." John mumbled dejectedly before he walked away missing the scowl that the woman threw in his direction.

Some days that kid is too smart for his own good. She thought to herself.

She turned to face the stranger at her door. He was staring at her mouth agape, "I'm sorry, can I help you with something?" she asked petulantly.

"I'm just dropping off a package for Mrs. Grayson." He said quickly.

"Sure, thanks."

She reached for the box and he pulled it back a bit. Zatanna threw him an unshielded glance of annoyance.

"Is there a problem?" Zatanna asked curtly.

"I'm so sorry ma'am. This package has to go directly to Mrs. Zat-Anna Grayson. My boss insists." He clarified.

"Well you're looking at the only Zatanna Grayson in this apartment complex, in this town, on the east coast and most likely on the planet," she replied.

His mouth felt dry, he'd heard rumors that Detective Grayson's old lady was anything but that, she was young and gorgeous. She'd clearly come from the shower recently, her long black hair was still drying and sat on her left shoulder away from her face. Her naked face was so naturally beautiful, clear and full of life, it was almost disorienting, her fair skin was accentuated by the natural color beneath her cheeks and the fullness of her pink lips. Her nightgown was ice blue, silk thin, and clung to every curve and muscle on her shapely body before stopping suddenly mid-thigh. Her long legs spoke for themselves; supported by her dainty feet, with black nail polish.

"I'd like the package now," she said in a detached voice. She'd noticed him staring, though it would be hard not to.

"I'm-I'm so sorry ma'am, Mrs. Grayson," he stuttered. "I'm the new junior detective, Dick...I mean Detective Grayson, I mean your husband asked me to deliver this to you."

She took the box from him and forced a smile. "Thanks, you shouldn't've."

"Detective Grayson, I mean your husband-" he fumbled again.

"You can call him, Dick, it's fine." she said trying to alleviate his tension.

"Right, Dick insisted I bring this to you, since he's heading an active case right now and things are a little hectic. I gather he's gonna be a little late tonight but there's no doubt in my mind he's rushing to get back to you ma'am."

She sighed and leaned against the door, "Junior officer, was it?"

"Ramirez, ma'am. Daniel Ramirez, junior detective Daniel Ramirez. My friend's call me Danny though." he said mentally hating himself for being unable to have a coherent conversation with his boss' wife like some kid hitting puberty.

"Well Dan, it doesn't take a detective to figure out he isn't coming home anytime soon but I appreciate the kind words." she said.

He nodded mutely and though she turned to close the door, she propped it open with her knee again. The blue night slip went along with the movement, revealing just an inch more length and skin of her legs. He forced his eyes onto her face with effort before she could notice.

She smiled and put a finger to her lips. "Is that a Louisiana accent I hear?" she asked in a small voice, like it was a secret between the two of them.

"Yes ma'am." he said proudly though his voice cracked.

"What's a man from Louisiana doing in the Blud?" she asked.

"Looking to make a difference." he said.

Her eyes twinkled and her smile grew more pronounced. "Good answer." she said coyly.

He nodded again.

"Have a good night detective and thank you." She said as she lifted the box up ever so slightly.

"Good night Mrs. Grayson."

She closed the door and he felt like his heart started stepping in double time. He took the stairs and jogged briskly to the patrol car waiting for him outside the apartment complex. He slid into the passenger seat and looked at the cop who looked at him with a smug expression.

"Well?" he prompted.

"That has to be one of the most beautiful women, I've ever seen in my life." he said in a low voice when he could breathe again.

"I told you! That lucky S.O.B's got it all and he spends his nights at the precinct, like he hasn't got better things to do."

"I'd keep her company any time, all the time." Danny said brazenly though his voice broke.

The cop in the driver's seat laughed, "She's no ordinary woman, total city girl, she's a stage magician, she's good friends with people in the Justice League too; I saw her take a grown man out on television once. She's not afraid of anything and can hold a drink like no other woman I've ever seen. I don't know where those two could have run into each other in this life but she's Detective Grayson's wife, so try not to get too carried away newbie."

"I'll bet that's easier said than done." Danny wagered, he shook his head. "I can't believe that's somebody's mother. A buck says they aren't her kids."

"Nope, they're Grayson's, the boys got his eyes and the girl's got her mother's." The cop countered.

"Doesn't mean she carried em' Mack." Danny replied.

The cop laughed again, "If Grayson hears you, you're-"

"Fired, I figured as much."

"Dead." The other cop finished.

When they arrived at the precinct, Danny walked straight into Dick's office.

"Your old lady, isn't an old lady." Danny said as he closed the door behind him.

His head snapped up from the laptop screen before him, and smirked. "Never said she was."

"And those two kids? They're beautiful." he said subtly trying to pry, while walking over to the desk and picking up the case file Dick was looking into.

"The twins?" Dick clarified. "Yeah, they're something else those two, John and Wyette."

Dany didn't seem to be paying attention anymore. "They're twins? That woman had twins?" he asked as if in denial.

Dick looked at him evenly, "Yes, they're twins and considering she's the mother of my children, it only follows that she gave birth to them."

"No offense boss, she doesn't look like she carried anything let alone twins." He joked.

"And I didn't think you were insane until you came in here talking about the mother of my children." Dick countered.

Danny cleared his throat, "I didn't mean to imply anything boss. It's just that you have a beautiful family and I've seen too many a good men forget that when they're working jobs like these."

"Thanks for your concern but with a little more focus on the case and less on my family, I might actually get to see them sooner rather than later." Dick reminded him.

"I'm - I'm so sorry boss, of course."