Ever since I was 8, I considered them my family. Alfred and Bruce. Alfred and Bruce and Barbara. Alfred and Bruce and Barbara and Jason. Alfred and Bruce and Barbara and Jason and Tim. Alfred and Bruce and Barbara and Jason and Tim and Damian.

Alfred and Bruce and Barbara and Jason and Tim and Damian and Wally and Roy and Kaldur and Conner and M'gann and Artemis and Zatanna and Racquel and...well, you get my point.

I, Dick Grayson, am the biggest testament to how your family isn't limited to the one you're born into. I was embraced into a Wayne and was welcomed with the capes but before all that, I was a Grayson, - now am the only Grayson - a Haly, a circus acrobat.

"I'll be taking a few nights off next week," I told Batman; his back, anyway. I wasn't asking permission so the small lapse in his typing was enough of an acknowledgement.

Tim looked up from tinkering on his bike. "You? Taking days off? Got something up your sleeve?"

Bruce is known for his tall, dark, and mysterious brooding while my trademark is the laughter and the mischief. So, I pulled up the corners of my lips and smiled. "Just always watch your back, Timmy."

Planning an extravagant prank was added to my chapter of things to do. P.S. Check on Jason if he would like to participate.

I hurriedly went upstairs, doing my best to avoid getting caught by Alfred wearing my uniform in the Manor. I've been itching for a shower and when I safely reached my bedroom, I locked the door.

"Grayson," Damian piped from outside his brother's bedroom door. "Gordon wants to know if you'll be joining her spar anytime in the near future?" Nothing. "Grayson!"

"Master Damian!" Alfred chided at the young boy's yelling as the more-grandfather-than-butler roamed the Manor's halls, "Please refrain from any unnecessary outburst in this house. I'm sure Master Dick will be with you in a minute."

"I have been knocking for a good 6 minutes, 12 seconds and counting, Pennyworth. Grayson's sudden lack of punctuality is beyond unprofessional." Damian tutted in response. "His door is locked, as well. Very odd for a buoyant man like Grayson."

Alfred furrowed his brows. "Why, that is very odd." Producing a master key from one of his hidden pockets (where do you think Batman got the utility belt idea?), he proceeded to unlock the door.

I didn't know what to expect, seeing them again. My family.