A/N: Welcome everybody! I'm back, and better than ever! SO this is the much awaited and anticipated sequel, I really hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to publish.

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOUR HAVEN'T READ UNRAVELED BY LOVE! SERIOUSLY!

Recap: So far the Titans have gone to a ball on which BB and Rae had a romantic dance together. Bee and Cyborg's relationship reached its max at the Slumber Party. Bee is pregnant. Starfire and Robin had a rocky relationship which ended sadly due to his stubbornness and fear. (That will be explored in this story). Jinx and Kid Flash have rekindled their lost romance that was destroyed by the Cimbacks. (The galactic warriors that tore them apart). Jinx was captured and Flash had a panic attack. Clones were reproduced and Jinx was practically beaten to a pulp while in the Cimback's custody. They are also the ones who changed her into what she was, Jinx watched her parents die. *tears. The Titans saved them but Raven died along the way sacrificing herself for the Team. Beast Boy also died but Raven brought him back. (Really Arella did). Once they returned to their beloved City it was destroyed by Slade. (Scavenge and shop reciprocally chapter). They took over the Marriott hotel and thought of strategy plans. Slicer appeared which shocked the hell out of the Titans. He told them that Slade was no longer concerned about the Titans but his own safety. Raven started getting the Marks of Trigon like crazy! This was a sign that Arella would be returning because Beast Boy gave her his ability that Raven gave HIM to return to life. Beast Boy runs away after the Titans discuss an idea that involves Raven momentarily sacrificing herself. She runs after him and comforts him (I love you moment) and they do it (yes, sex). The Titans run after them and a battle ensues in which Slade DEMANDS Raven. Raven and Beast Boy appear and save the day. Raven severely injures Slade (almost killing him). More battling ensues because Arella and her Shadow creatures appear, Raven realizes that they won't survive the fight and she sacrifices herself. Arella and her cook up a deal that includes Raven being cast off to a dimension instead of dying for good. Raven says her goodbyes to her family and Beast Boy (very emotional). She steps through the portal and vanished for good. When she steps out of the portal she's in the Logan's final resting place. This means she's dead. Arella lied, again. The Titans fix up the City and Robin makes a speech. He admits that he's leaving the Titans. Which he does while in the process of breaking Starfire's heart, Robin is so stupid at times. Beast Boy makes a speech dedicated to Raven, and her memorial. When it's unveiled his heart breaks even more. He turns into some passing birds and flies away. The Titans search EVERYWHERE for him but he's not found. BB meets with a sorceress names Raina, she's gonna help him revive Raven. (Or is she?). Did I miss anything? OH, Bee had twins! Enjoy…

Gotham was never sunny. The clouds usually swirled by contemptuously, and cautiously. The sun rarely ever peeked through them, and if it did it was so momentary most citizens didn't even see it. The sun brings joy, it brings happiness. Without it happiness will lack. That was Richard's explanation as to why there was so much crime here. The City roared with angst, anger, and idiosyncrasy at night. Even during some parts of the evening gangs would run rampant through the City, having no fear of the great and powerful Batman. As soon as Dick arrived in Gotham he had to suit up and fight side by side with Batman again. He barely had time to relax, and reclaim his old room. He tired quickly on the missions and when they started to slow down he thankfully took his breaks. These outlets on which he stole himself Dick resumed his old role of Richard Grayson. To make his presence known he would go to the market place or the movies with Babs. Nonetheless the tabloids ate it up, stories of their romantic endeavors ensued. The tabloids in Gotham were just as common as the gangs, they were everywhere.

His mornings would consist of combat training with Bruce, followed by a routine check of the City or a mission. Afterwards he would meet up with Babs and resume his alias of Richard Grayson. He was quite content with his new life but his old one haunted him. Every mission, and every second of his training he would be reminded of the Titans. That would make him think about his former Teammates death and Starfire's anger. He started making subtle changes to his appearance, like allowing his hair to grow longer; it was shaggy now instead of spiky. He also began to develop his adult body, his broad shoulders enhanced, and his abdomen bulged. To make the change even more drastic he began a project with Bruce. This project consisted of long drawn out nights planning and plotting the design of his new costume. New weapons had to be assembled, each with a new emblem. He was going to become Nightwing. It was originally Starfire's idea after she had been thrown into the future many years ago, but Batman added a twist. The emblem would be a blue falcon, and embezzled on his chest.

Robin hung up his old traffic light costume and sighed. This was going to be hard for him, but it was the new start he had been planning and hoping for. He secretly hoped it would remove some of the pain he still held very close to his heart. A knock sounded from his door and he crossed his large bedroom to answer it.

In front of him stood an elderly man with white hair and a smug look on his face. He was holding a silver tray underneath his armpit and his other hand was crossed tightly across his lower back behind himself. His white gloves and suit looked tailored and clean, not a blemish appeared on the man's face besides a couple of wrinkles. Robin smirked. "Hey Alfred." He said casually.

Alfred nodded his head. "Miss Barbara seeks your attention immediately." He said in his British accent.

Robin rubbed a hand over his face. "Can it wait? I wanted some time to relax." He added in his whining voice.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Do you think it is wise to keep Miss Barbara waiting, Master Dick?"

Robin chuckled. "Okay, tell her I'll be down stairs in a minute."

Alfred pivoted on his heel. "Very well."

The door shut with a definitive click and Robin chuckled again. He walked across his large room and opened his dresser drawers. He grabbed a black sweater that complimented his gray jeans and shrugged it on. His room was large and gray. His shaggy white carpeting added to the cold effect it had. His bed wielded a black comforter with one red stripe down the middle. His bed side lamp was red and attached to it was a picture of the Titans. He usually mentally scolded himself for keeping it around, knowing well that his subconscious mind wanted to rid the memory of the pain. But in his heart he knew he didn't have enough courage to throw it away. Having it there is a reminder that all of those things happened. It let him know that his time wasn't wasted, that he had made a difference somewhere, somehow. Even if the difference was inappropriately balanced between negative and positive. He jogged towards the door; he didn't want to spiral into his feelings at this moment. He rushed down the stairs of the large manor and ran right into Babs.

She smacked him on the head playfully. "Didn't I send Alfred for you five minutes ago?"

He playfully shoved her back. "Yes, but I wasn't ready."

"Wasn't ready? Are you ever?" She added playfully. She grabbed his hand and began running down the large hallway to the elevator door. "Hurry up, Bats is waiting on us."

"Bruce is waiting? Why didn't you tell me?" He asked frantically.

She made a face at him as she entered the golden elevator. "I could punch you right now."

He shrugged and entered the key needed to reach the Batcave. The elevator lurched and he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Why does Bruce need to see me?"

Babs shrugged and crossed her arms. "He wouldn't tell me, he said 'bring me Richard' and I did." She smirked at him. "You're probably in trouble."

His eyes widened behind his daytime mask. "Why would I be in trouble? I haven't done anything yet."

She raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday night on patrol, you dented the Bat Mobile."

He smacked his forehead. "I didn't know anyone would notice, how did you even see me?" He asked incredulously.

She leaned forward slightly. "I notice everything."

They both began to chuckle and the elevator doors opened up to the Batcave. It was big and wide, and dark. Cold air immediately brushed them; and they stepped out of the golden elevator and proceeded with caution towards Bruce's work area farther into the cave. When they reached their point Batman himself stood waiting with his arms crossed. He regarded his two protégés with caution before starting. "I told you to be here ten minutes ago." He ruffed.

Richard crossed his arms and pouted. "I know." He grumbled.

Babs sighed. "His fault not mine."

Richard sent her a glare and she smiled cheekily at him.

Batman removed his mask. "Do you know what you're here for?"

They both shook their heads.

Bruce sighed and started walking. They followed behind him to the next section of the immense Batcave. When they entered Bruce pointed across the room to where all costumes in his possession stood hanging in their individual tubes. Babs and Dick followed his gaze and their mouths dropped. In the two newest tubes were brand new suits. One had the Nightwing symbol and the other had the Batman symbol. The Nightwing costume was fully equipped with all of Robin's usual materials plus a few extra ones. The Batman costume wasn't for a man but for a woman. It was all spandex with a matching mask and boots. Babs squealed and ran towards the tube followed by Dick. They examined the costumed manikins and pressed the button to release the tube around the costume. Dick looked back at Batman. "It's finished? You finished it?"

Batman nodded. "Yes, I felt like you needed a break so I decided on finishing for you. Project Nightwing is completed, now it's time to make an appearance." He cleared his throat.

Babs picked up the mask and jumped up and down. "I've been asking for a spandex costume for months!"

Bruce shrugged. "Commissioner Gordon told me to make it."

She laughed. "I thought you didn't like taking orders." She teased.

Bruce huffed. "I don't but he wouldn't stop pestering me."

The group chuckled. Bruce checked his watch that was built into his suit. "Suit up and meet me in the control room."

They nodded and began to undress. Dick ran his fingers across the bullet proof costume, admiring the stitching. He shrugged off his clothes and put on his suit. It felt perfect. Dick checked his inventory, noticing that he had double the amount of fighting sticks he usually had. Babs tapped him on the shoulder. He snapped out of his reverie and regarded her. Her costume was on; the spandex hugged each one of her curves, accentuating them.

She noticed him staring and smacked him playfully. "Take a picture it'll last longer." She sniped.

He tore his eyes away. "What weapons do you have?" He asked as they began walking to the control room.

"A titanium whip with a matching fighting stick. I also have bottles of smoke bombs and acid grenades." She reached behind herself. "OH and handcuffs."

Nightwing smiled. "Kinky." He murmured.

She laughed. "Shut up." Her laughter subsided. "Are you excited for your Nightwing appearance?"

He nodded excitedly, erecting giggles from Babs. She stopped him suddenly. "Your hair." She said quietly.

"What about it?" he remarked.

"You don't look like Nightwing. You look like Richard Grayson." Babs crossed her arms and regarded him.

He shrugged. "Do you think the press will really notice?"

"Um, YES." She reached up to him, standing on her tip toes as she did so. She ruffled his hair and attempted to spike it. His black hair waywardly swished to the side and stood up. No longer shaggy. Her face was centimeters from his, her breath tickled his nose. Her lips were so close to his, and he blearily leaned forward. She stopped messing with his hair and placed her hands on his shoulders.

She looked into his mask, and for the first time she wondered if she was allowed to remove it. Her gaze flickered to his lips and she also leaned forward. Her eyes shut halfway and she braced for what was about to happen. Disappointedly he withdrew extremely fast, her arms falling to her sides. He began walking again; the control room loomed up before him. She sighed sadly and adjusted her mask.

Batman looked at them as soon as they walked into they walked in. "Robbery on South Main Street. One officer down, police are in search of the man. He's on foot." He tossed them earpieces. "Time to make your appearance Nightwing." He flicked on a switch on the control panel board and the screen lit up with cameras. "There's a shooting on 23rd Street, I'll be there if you need me." He grunted and ran out of the Batcave.

"Batgirl, be my shadow." Nightwing said sternly.

"Always." She responded just as sternly.

They exited the Batcave speedily. The night air hit their faces and they both flicked on their earpieces. Nightwing took to the rooftops, Batgirl following closely behind. They made it to South Main Street in record time; they crouched on the nearest building and looked down to the bank surrounded by officers. Nightwing looked towards Batgirl. "Get down there and get me info, you know how to reach me." He pointed to his earpiece.

She nodded. "Head down the Street and see if you can get a visual on the guy."

Nightwing smirked. "You read my mind." He vanished and Babs scaled the building, landing lithely on her feet. Nightwing jumped across each building, peering into alleyways as he did so. So far he didn't see any sign of the crook. His earpiece buzzed and Bab's voice echoed into his ears.

"Chief says he's dressed in all black. The bag of money he's holding is a black duffel; he's wearing a white ski mask and he runs with a limp."

"Got it. Thanks."

Nightwing picked up his speed and spotted a figure moving slowly across the street. His shoulders were hunched and he was carrying a black duffel. Nightwing watched as the villain luridly crept into an alley. Nightwing resisted the urge to chuckle. This guy was definitely not thinking straight. He made his way to the nearest building and dropped down behind the guy. He started and slowly turned around.

Nightwing crossed his arms. "You must be a new type of stupid."

"Why do you say that?" the guy asked shakily.

"This is obviously Gotham, stealing from a bank definitely gets you arrested or beaten to a pulp buy Batman." Nightwing answered.

The man regarded Nightwing wearily. "Who are you? Some Batman wannabe?"

Nightwing chuckled silently. "No, I'm Nightwing, your worst nightmare."

A scream echoed in the City air and Nightwing's voice clattered into Batgirl's ear. "I've subdued him in an alleyway next to the yoga store near 1st Street."

Batgirl alerted the authorities. "I hope you went easy on him, he only took a couple thousand dollars."

"He might need an arm replacement, but other than that he should be fine."

Babs laughed openly. "Bats is not going to like that."

A crackling interrupted the line. "No I don't like it." Bruce said.

Batgirl's heart quickened. "I thought this line was only for me and Nightwing."

"I decided to link them all together. And don't call me Bats." Bruce said angrily.

Babs sputtered then silenced.

Nightwing brushed himself off and put away his twin fighting sticks. He didn't need them for that fight but he wanted the first appearance of Nightwing to be taken seriously. He scaled a building and sat down.

"Nightwing, where are you?" Babs asked.

"On top of the yoga building. The police have already arrived." He answered.

Batgirl smiled as she watched the last police cruiser glide away into the evening. "Race you to 25th Street, our usual building?"

Nightwing smiled. "You're on."

Batman heard this and scolded them but they ignored him. Nightwing took off into the City, jumping over alleys and entire buildings with exquisite precision. He scaled traffic lights and billboards, he could taste the victory. He couldn't wait to tease Babs with his triumph. The building loomed up towards him and he made his final landing, surging slightly to catch his balance.

"What took you so long?" A familiar voice said behind him.

He turned and spotted Batgirl standing casually on the opposite end of the building. He stormed towards her. "How?" He shouted.

She laughed and poked him in the chest. "I've always been faster."

It was Nightwing's turn to laugh. "That's a funny joke."

She scoffed at him and he poked her side. She noticed a play battle about to ensue so she took a fighting stance. She beckoned him with her hands and he smirked. They blocked each other's sharp jabs, and she kicked him in the abdomen, sending him to the other side of the building. She ran after him but he returned her kick with much more force, sending her in another direction. They ran towards each other and jabbed quickly. Babs connected with his neck and upper arms. She gave him quite a punch to the chest, his blocks becoming slower with weary. He swung out his leg, tripping her and she pulled him down with her. Their foreheads smacked into each other and they both collapsed in exhaustion. Babs laughed again, it echoed in the night air followed by Dick's laughter. They lay next to each other for a moment and Batgirl propped herself up on her elbow. "So does this mean I won?"

He reached out and pulled her elbow out from under her. She fell onto his chest. "Not a chance." Her red curly hair pooled around her face, accentuating the curve of her cheek bones and strong chin. She bit her lip and stared at his. Their faces moved closer to each other until she could feel his breath on her lips. It was warm and cast a shadow in the nighttime air. It made her shiver. She closed her eyes and took a chance, she moved slightly forward. A faint bloodcurdling scream reverberated into the air and they both jerked to their senses.

Nightwing stood up. "Batgirl, shadow me?"

"Always." She said and they raced towards the direction in which they heard the shout.

Batman's voice crackled into their ears. "Police are heading towards 48th Street. Be there before them, or else."

Batgirl looked over to Nightwing. "Did that sound like a threat?"

He shrugged and took out his grappling hook. He grabbed Batgirl and quickly shot towards the roof of the nearest skyscraper. They swung towards 35th Street. His hand grasped onto Babs tightly and she tightened her arms around him. Her body meshed unevenly into his side, and he begged himself to try not to notice her figure. When they reached 40th Street he readjusted his grappling hook and they landed on another building in a crouch. They ran side by side, leaping in synchronicity and grace, almost like a dance. When 48th Street came into view they landed and whipped out their weapons. The looked around and noticed no signs of trouble.

"Batman, there's no sign of trouble here." Nightwing said into his earpiece.

"Look around then, I won't be there for another five minutes, there's a jewelry store robbery on Fifth Avenue." He answered agitatedly.

Nightwing looked towards Babs. "I'll check the alleys; you scout the area from a building."

She nodded and scaled a building.

Nightwing walked cautiously from alley entrance to alley entrance. He gripped his staff tightly and pulled another from his belt. It unfolded with a snap. This would double the speed of his attack, and help him block better. He had a small feeling that he would not be fighting tonight, but just for caution sake he still stayed in fighting position. As he rounded the last alley at the end of 48th Street he noticed a lump sitting in the middle of it. He cautiously walked towards it, the further in he went the darker it became. As he approached the lump he realized that it wasn't a lump at all. It was a person. Disgusted he retracted one of his bow staffs and put it in his belt. He pulled out a tiny flashlight and clicked it on.

Bile rose in his throat. A twisted mangled figure lay in front of him. A man no younger than 20 was sprawled in a horrible position. His legs were twisted, and his arms were broken, bones stuck out in various fashions. The man's throat was slit open to the fullest, exposing cords of veins and arteries. Blood was flowing slowly out of his neck. His wrists were also slit, blood pooled around the man. It glistened, untouched. His eyes were open, his blue irises staring at something in horror. Nightwing reached down to shut the eyelids. "Babs get over here quick. I'm at the end of 48th Street." He sighed heavily and continued to stare at the dead man.

"I'm on my way." She replied. When she arrived her face twisted in horror. "I've been doing this awhile, but I've never seen so much blood." She covered her mouth.

Nightwing nodded. "Whoever was trying to kill him really must've hated him."

Batgirl lifted her hand and pointed at the brick wall in front of her. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. "Look." She whispered.

Nightwing raised the flashlight slowly. On the brick wall shined more blood, but this time it spelt out letters, and words. The handwriting was terrible and some of the blood was dripping but it was still legible. "Number 1-Sabot Bey" Nightwing read. "What the hell does that mean?"

Sirens rang out; blue and red lights flashed voluminously against the brick walls of the alley. Dozens of police cars showed up. They ambled out of their vehicles slowly. Batgirl walked to greet them. "A dead man was found in an alley, call the ambulance." She said purposefully.

The police officer nodded and looked behind her. "Who is that?"

"We don't know his name, we just found him here." Batgirl said.

The police officers gathered around. "Not the dead guy, HIM." They gestured the man in a black uniform and mask, his blue emblem on his chest glowed.

He stepped out of the darkness. "I'm Nightwing." He said courageously.

"Where's Robin?" One of the officers shouted.

"I no longer go by that name." He said silently.

The officers nodded and started talking rapidly into their phones and walkie talkies. Within minutes more police arrived along with an ambulance. The police collected any evidence they could, and they scraped the walls for DNA. Batman arrived silently and briskly, startling a couple of officers.

Batman beckoned Batgirl and Nightwing. "What happened?" He mumbled.

"It looks like murder, there was a message." Nightwing said.

"What did it say?" Batman asked.

"Number 1-Sabot Bey." Batgirl added.

Batman frowned.

"What is it, who is it?" Nightwing asked frantically.

Batman didn't say anything.

Batgirl sighed. "It might be Joker; he got out of Prison a month ago. I'm pretty sure he's up to his antics now."

Batman shook his head. "Joker wouldn't leave a message like that. He would also make an appearance."

Babs shrugged. "Maybe he's changed?"

Batman regarded her tiredly. "Maybe." He grunted and turned on his heel. Paparazzi started to arrive and managed to snap a couple pictures of him before he disappeared into the night.

Nightwing and Batgirl were swarmed immediately and attempted to make a quick escape into the night. They successfully made it back to Wayne manor in one piece. They quickly shed their uniforms in the Batcave. Richard made his way to the super computer and began clacking away on keys. Babs walked up beside him. "Ew, don't you want to get a shower first?" She asked smarmily.

He stopped typing and looked at her. "NOPE!" He smiled and she ruffled his windblown hair.

"I'm going to bed; Bruce is probably going to give us extra training tomorrow." She sighed.

"You staying here the night?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, you're welcome to come say goodnight." She stretched her arms and headed out of the Batcave.

Richard watched her go. He felt conflicted, but he didn't know why. He turned his attention back to the computer screen. He typed in 'Sabot Bey' on three different search engines and none of them worked. The search results all said the same thing, 'Sorry we couldn't understand your inquiry, please check your spelling!' Richard banged his fists on the table.

"Anything?" Said a familiar voice from behind him.

He jumped up and turned around. Alfred regarded him with cautious and curious eyes. He was swaddled in a fluffy blue robe with matching slippers. Richard tried to hold in his chuckle, he didn't know that Alfred still dressed that way at night. "You scared me." He said slowly.

Alfred smiled. "Master Bruce used to say the same thing, until he developed super hearing."

Richard smiled back at him. "It'll be awhile until I can do half the things he does."

"Hopefully not too long." The elder carefully placed his hands in his pockets.

"Did Babs tell you what happened today?"

His eyebrow lifted. "Yes, she did. But that is not why I sought you."

Dick rubbed hand over his face. "I hope this is not about the dent in the car."

Alfred's face twisted into a scowl. "You dented the car? Do you know how long it takes to wax the Bat mobile?" He stopped himself and took a breath. "Sorry Master Dick. I will scold you later. This is not about the car or the incident today."

Richard stretched his back and began walking towards the elevator. Alfred followed behind. "What is this about then?" He asked while yawning.

Alfred cleared his throat. "This is about your former Team attempting to contact you. I have received yet another message from them today. I cannot keep telling them lies about you being with Batman."

Richard stepped into the elevator, he kept his head down. He didn't want Alfred to see the pain in his eyes.

"Why must you avoid them?" Alfred asked silently.

"I'm not trying to, I just can't talk to them after how I left." He mumbled.

"I thought Bruce would've taught you better." Alfred said as the elevator doors pinged open.

Richard's head snapped up and he followed Alfred into the hallway. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Alfred sighed and wringed his hands together. "It means that I thought he would've taught you the trials of courage and humility. I thought he taught you about being a man."

Richard's face turned red in anger. He knew Alfred was right, but he didn't want to admit it. "What do you know anyway? You're just the butler." He huffed and turned on his heel. He stomped up the stairs like an angry teenager and descended upon his room.

Alfred hung his head. "Yes, I am just the butler. But I know enough." He shoved his hands into his pockets and resided to his bedroom for the night.

There it is! The beginning of a mind blowing story! I hope you liked it! I know there isn't much adventure and romance and action yet. BUT there will be. IT WILL GET GOOD! Bear with me.

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