Darcy was wearing a black silk dress that went down to her knees and had longs sleeves. She felt so uncomfortable from not showing as much skin as she usually did when she wore dresses. It made her feel like she was in a straight jacket. What made her the most uncomfortable was to see Dick with tears in his eyes standing next to her.

She had no idea what to do! When her dad died, she didn't have any real friends that consoled her, only fake friends who called her up and said 'sorry for your loss' and then never spoke to her again.

The same thing also happened when her mom died and it made her unaware of how to console someone when they lost a loved one.

What did you want people to do when your dad died? She asked herself giving her something to work with.

She edged closer to Dick and grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He looked up at her and smiled weakly.

"It's going to be okay," she whispered to him and he nodded and thanked her.

Right before they were going to drop his parents' caskets in the ground, Darcy pulled him away and they walked back to the church together.

"I don't want to go back in," he whispered to her right before they entered the church.

"We don't have to if you do want to," Dacy reassured him and then they walked to her car and got in.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked but Dick didn't say anything, he just sat there staring out the windshield.

"Dick?"

"I just don't get it," he whispered, his voice was starting to shake.

"No one does," she sighed and held his hand.

"It's just, it's just," he started to say but he couldn't finish. Suddenly, tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he apologized between his sobs.

"No, Dick," Darcy told him and then pulled him into her and him in her arms, "it's okay."

"But, it happened right in front of me!" he cried and Darcy ran her fingers through his hair.

"I know, Dick, it's okay to feel this way."

"Darcy," he said and sat up and stared at her, "I have to tell you something."

"What?" her eyes filled with worry instantly.

What could it be?

"Well-"

"Hey!" someone pounded on Darcy's winded breaking the moment. Darcy turned around trying to get the annoyance out of her face.

Behind her was Audrey and Sophia smiling and waving at them. She turned back to Dick and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, I can tell them to get lost if you want."

"No, no," Dick shook his head, "they can come with us."

"Okay," she nodded and then rolled down the window. "Hey guys," she smiled at them.

"Hey, do you guys want to go out for lunch or something? It's so dark and gloomy here it'd be nice to go indoors."

"Umm..." she bit her lip and looked at Dick who nodded."

"It's okay," he forced a smile and she didn't buy it one bit. But maybe it would be good for him to just be with his friends and not crowded by family.

"Ah, okay," then she turned back to them, "sure. Where should we meet you guys?"

"At Denny's," Sophia suggested.

"Okay."

Then they drove behind Sophia and Audrey in silence until Darcy broke it.

"So what were you going to tell me earlier?"

"Oh yeah," he mumbled and then ran his fingers through his new army-style hair cut. "Well I was going to say-"

"SHIT!" Darcy screamed as she screeched to halt when a deer suddenly appeared in front of the car.

"Oh my god!" Dick yelled, and grabbed his pounding chest.

The deer slowly trotted away as if nothing happened making Darcy mad.

"Ugh, Dick, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?"

"I'm all good," then she stepped on the gas again and they spent the whole way to the diner catching their breath.

Great, Dick thought gloomily, now how am I going to tell her that I know about her being Batgirl?

Later on that day, Darcy and Dick went to Dick's house and grabbed his things since he was now going to live permanently at Darcy's house.

After hours and hours of convincing Bruce that they would control themselves and they wouldn't sleep in the same room, Dick was allowed to stay on the second floor of the mansion. Not the third floor like Darcy did.

Once they were at Wayne Manor, they quickly dropped Dick's things off in his room and then went back to Darcy's room to watch movies.

"What movie next, Darc?" he asked around nine-thirty at night. When he didn't get a response, he looked over to see that Darcy was sound asleep on the couch.

He sighed and then went over to her bookshelf that was filled with every movie you could imagine. As he looked through and thought hard of what he was feeling like.

Then he pulled out P.S. I Love You and put it in the DVD player.

He felt like crying, and from what Darcy told him about the movie, he was sure it would indeed make him cry.

After the movie was finished, he found himself weeping controllably. Suddenly someone opened the door making Dick jump.

"Hey," Bruce's head popped in and once he saw Dick with tears streaming down his face, he looked at the TV and back to Dick.

"P.S. I Love You..." he grinned and then sat down on one of the couches, "good choice."

"I was just-"

"No, no, no," Bruce held up his hand, "it's okay. Whenever I remember my parents I always pop in one of those romance movies."

"Really?"

"Yeah, this one always helps me."

"Huh," Dick nodded and thought.

Maybe it wasn't Darcy who he had to tell.

"Hey, Bruce?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"Well," he bit his lip and looked up at the TV and then back at Bruce, "I don't know how to tell you this."

"What?" Bruce said, his eyes narrowed down on him.

"Iknowthatyou'reBatman," he said as fast as he could and once he did, he remarkably felt better.

"What did you say?!" Bruce roared.

"I know that you're Batman," he mumbled quickly and closed his eyes just in case Bruce had the need to hit something... or someone.

But after thirty seconds, he opened his eyes to see Bruce just staring at the TV watching the movie. It was the party where Holly and her mom were talking in the park.

"This part always makes me cry," Bruce told him quietly and sniffed.

Dick was too scared to speak.

Bruce looked back at Dick and smiled weakly at him.

"Do you know why I became Batman?" he asked and Dick nodded slowly. "Really? Why do you think I did it?"

"Because you didn't want any other person to have to watch their parents being murdered in front of them?"

"Exactly," Bruce nodded. "I decided that to put relinquish my anger in a good way, I'd have to do something productive to make my parents proud."

"I want to do that too," he told him but Bruce shook his head and narrowed his eyes on him.

"No, no way!"

"But why?

"Because," Bruce huffed and then watched the movie for a little bit so he could think of how to choose his words right. "Once you do this, you are suddenly sucked into it and you can't get out. I presume you know about Darcy right?"

He motioned to Darcy who was still sleeping on the couch. Dick nodded and Bruce sighed. "And you like her a lot right?"

Dick hesitated and then nodded.

"Well, you're lucky that she does this too then. Because that I love refuses to be with me unless I quit being Batman."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Bruce sighed. Dick was actually the first person he told that too... well besides Alfred. But Alfred knew everything that was going on.

"So you still want to do this?" Bruce asked and Dick nodded.

"Well, keep dreaming," Bruce told him and then left abruptly.

Dick sighed and then sat down on the couch again.

"Don't worry, Mr. Grayson," Alfred reassured him as suddenly walked into the room, "Master Bruce is just trying to protect you."

"Alfred, could you help me?"

"With what, Mr. Grayson?"

"I would like to become Robin."

"I thought Master Bruce told you not to?" Alfred asked with a grin.

"Who said I was going to be Batman's parter-in-crime?" Dick smiled and Alfred smiled back.