A/N: Ok here's another one of my BB NW timeline fics, this time with a little help from paganpunk2's AWESOME 'Spark in the Dark ' series! XD The main antagonist for this particular piece comes from her, as does the circumstances surrounding her history with Dick. Margine Randall was a bitch, but she stuck with me so strongly that I ached to bring her back. Thanks to Paganpunk, I can! So, my advice to all reading this, stop reading this and head over to Paganpunk2's profile and read Firework, NOW! Really please do it's a masterpiece, though it's hard to find a story of hers that ISN'T one...

Thanks again Paganpunk for letting me borrow this antagonist. You rule!

On with the fic yes?

She sneered as she watched him, him and his...she shuddered, offspring, playing with each other out in the open field of the reserve. She was mildly suprized at how well he had aged, but her main concern was his mate. For the orange-skinned wench by his side Had to be his mate.

Those poor boys she tisked To be fathered by a gypsy thief, and mothered by an alien whore...just LOOK at how she presents herself! This is ridiculous! I will not stand for this atrocity! YOU may have escaped, Richard...but I plan on rehabilitating those boys, legally or otherwise. After all...we ARE in Bludhaven.

Her eyes narrowed as the redhaired youth tackled his father and wrestled with him, pulling some dirty tricks to get Richard to give ground.

Especially that one. Yes, he has too much potential to become one of this city's gang leaders for me to let him off.

She glanced then at the one who looked almost identical to his father, and snarled.

You...you look so much like him. I think rather than take both of you, I will just take you for now. On princible.

"Lunk, Froyd" She radioed low, "Get ready to follow that ugly looking orange car, and do it sublte-like. I want him to suspect nothing."

"No problem boss." her radio crackled, causing her to smile wickedly.

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As Dick Grayson wrestled with his son in the grass, his 'bat radar' kept going off. Upon stealing a good lookround, he determined he needed to realign his radar. However, the feeling would not leave him that something was wrong. Very wrong.

The hair on the back of his neck kept prickling, as if something...some memory from a lifetime ago, were haunting him.

He was loath to ignore his gut, but right now, with Kory, and Jay and Jimmy...he had very few worries with them around. Surely a villain would recognize Starfire as a former Titan, and would hesitate to strike.

As for the boys, well, he beamed whenever his 'little wings' ever took down baddies as civilians. Once had been a mugging, and Jay had socked the dreg right in the nose without hesitation. As for Jimmy, well Dick was farely sure that anyone who landed a hand on Star while he was present would be swiftly and unbiasedly kicked in painful places without hesitation or remorse from the youngest of the twins. And the two of them together?! The hero grinned as Jimmy tried to get in on the fun and flipped over his father to kick him in the back so Jason could get in a shot from the front. The two of them together were more of a force to be reckoned with than the Titans themselves!

So why did he still have this feeling of dread?

Shrugging it off as nothing but at the same time alert for any sort of surprise attack, Dick continued to play with his sons while his wife smiled from her spot on a bench.

Starfire watched her husband play with their young ones with a smile on her face. Then that smile soured somewhat when she felt a pang of motherly instinct swell up, and her senses went on alert. Part of this feeling, she knew, was being in tune to Dick and his higtened awareness. Years of working alongside him, being led by him, and being in love with him covered the rest of the reason she read him like a book. He was in Nightwing mode, albeit subtly, and that was never good when they were civilians.

She hated to cut off their Saturday Romp, but something told her that it was necessary She loved her boys, all three of them, and hated the idea of seeing them hurt.

"Dick?" she asked. He stopped wrestling long enough to nod without speaking, the two former Titans were able to agree that the park had ceased to be a friendly place. Besides, it was dinnertime.

"Come on twips, let's go eat. Osharu's sound good?" Dick asked, ruffling their hair.

"Really?" Jay asked, eyes wide "Mega schway!"

"Osharu's?!" Jimmy said at the same time "Yay! I'ma beat everyone to the car!" he sprinted off happily, his red haired brother on his heels.

Kory and Dick smiled, and followed their offspring to the disguised Nightbird. Dick hung back a bit. His neck hair prickled again. He shuddered, an icy chill blowing past.

"Starfire." He whispered intensely after the two were strapped in and the door closed, blocking any sound.

She knew that tone. It meant Be alert! Something is amiss.

"Dick..." she replied, her hand on his shoulder, "Not tonight. Not until you go on patrol. Please?"

"I won't risk it, Star." he replied, knowing she was asking him to not go into 'batmode' at this particular moment in time. "I can't. I thought you felt something—"

"Yes something, but it is gone now. Please...for the boys?" she pleaded, her green eyes begging.

"Well, you know I can't resist that look. Deal. But Star-" he shivered "I can't help but feel like I felt this way before. I have to at least keep one ear turned, you know?"

"Very well, but only that one ear." She consented, getting into the passenger side.

He sneaked a kiss before the door closed,

"I love you." He cooed.

"Yuck!" two nine-year old voices squalled in discust.

"Hush little wings!" Their father growled playfully, starting the drive to the favored buffet place, "Lest the cooties spread to you too!"

"Nooooooooooooo!" Came the collective wail, and Dick laughed triumphantly, not noticing the car following them as they sped around the highway.