I own nothing but the plot, apologies if you thought I did- but honestly, I'm broke.

Don't hate me. -JoWashington

On with the fic!

((Kagome POV))

I never knew who my father was, only that he loved both my brother and I greatly, but he couldn't be around us.

I knew him from pictures and from the smell of his cologne lingering on my blankets. He was born in Japan, but there were extenuating circumstances.

I only found out about who he was after he died.

He was a Police Officer, Deep Cover in the Yakuza. He'd been deep cover since before my brother was born.

My mother had told me that there were nights that he was able to come home and just Be with his family. But it was always after I fell asleep, I'd tried staying up late for him when my mother told me he came to see us late at night, but I always fell asleep before I saw him.

My father was a great man. A wonderful father even though I never saw him.

I would draw pictures for him, and leave them on my nightstand because I always fell asleep.

In the morning they were gone, in their place he would leave little notes on my bedside table stating that my pictures were amazing, that he was so proud of me, and that he loved me very much.

I still have the notes.

My father was a great man, and it was only after his death, years later that I was told who he really was. My father's name was Richard Greyson.

And I am finally going to see his grave.

In Gotham City. USA.

((Dick/Nightwing POV))

I never saw my daughter when she was awake.

But she was amazing.

Her mother or Jii-san would send me video's through a link that Oracle had set up for me.

I saw my daughter Kagome laughing with her little friends on the playground, helping her weird Jii-san around the shrine as he handed her odd 'relics' (some of which I confiscated and took to Fate), helping her brother play soccer, (they were growing up far too fast), in a school play where a rude kid like-Damian had disrupted the play she was in.

Honestly, it was hilarious how furious she got. She took after my mother that way.

But it was the pictures that Jii-san sent me that had me in tears. My daughter was heartbroken, and there was nothing I could do to help that.

At sixteen she had scars in her eyes that I'd seen in Bruce's and my own, and even some of the other members of the League.

She was too young for eyes that old.

That was when Jii-san sent me a link.

She was coming.

To Gotham.

To see my Grave.

...

She was going to KILL me.

That was when I called Oracle.

((Barbara/Oracle POV))

When he called me I thought it was a joke.

Dick. Having. Kids.

Not possible.

But exceedingly possible.

Both of them took after him in personality: Outgoing, friendly, touchy-feely. The list went on.

But it was happening.

An hour later there was a convincing back-story.

Richard Greyson Police Detective was no longer dead, the League had come just in time, but he'd been in a coma. Something had awoken in his blood and kept him from aging he was Romani, though technically born in Japan.

Which was dumb but true.

I hate super-villains.

I re-directed her flight to Key-Stone City where Nightwing was currently dealing with some bad ju-juu at the airport.

I wanted to see how she'd react to a civilian area being attacked.

I was later berated by Batman.

And Alfred.

And Superman.

And by vid-link by Supergirl- how she Found out, I'm not sure I Want to Know.

...

Her flight re-fueled and landed in Gotham.

Where she was met at the airport by Alfred.

((Alfred POV))

She was a small thing, though she was part Japanese. I knew she'd been through an exceedingly long flight having been re-directed by Oracle to Key-Stone, but she almost hid it.

There was something about the young miss that drew me to her.

I knew that within the hour I would consider her to be a granddaughter.

There was just something about her that drew me in.

As a veteran of WWII, and an old MI-5 hack, I'd seen eyes and then I'd seen eyes. Her eyes however... They marked her as a seasoned war veteran, someone who had seen too many bodies buried, mothers and children killed, one who had lost someone she'd loved quite dearly.

It was something I'd seen in the mirror once too often as well as in the eyes of Master Bruce.

I had not come alone to the air-port; Master Damian came with me.

He didn't say a word when he met her, but nodded and helped her with her baggage and into the seat of the Limo.

When he introduced himself, he was astonishingly polite, and cordial, and- and everything that Master Bruce and I had wanted him to be towards others.

What was it about Kagome Greyson-Higurashi that changed his mind?

((Damian/Robin POV))

She was small, but her eyes were quick.

The butler noted my change in temperament, but I wasn't concerned.

This was someone that I could speak with as an equal.

She was going to be my Beloved.

((Bruce/Batman POV))

I watched through the CCTV as Damian met Kagome Greyson-Higurashi for the first time.

His meeting was cordial.

His meeting with her was sincere.

His meeting with her set me on edge.

The Son of the Bat and Talia Al-Guhl Liked Dick's daughter.

This had all the makings of a disaster.

Kent was told that this was family related and that neither I nor my 'Clan' would be working with the League for the next conceivable weeks.

Kent wished me luck.

I went for the aspirin.

((Kagome POV))

I finally landed in Gotham City after being briefly directed to Key-Stone City. Which was dumb because Key-Stone city, according to the digital map on the headrest in front of me, was two more hours of flying-time inland rather than Gotham which is located much closer to the East coast.

The plane landed for an hour on a runway just in time to see some of the American Heroes in skintight costumes take-down someone who was trying to hurt others by destroying the airport.

The plane re-fueled and took off for Gotham as soon as it was able.

Customs took me an hour or more to get through, so by the time I'd gotten to the main terminal, I was exhausted.

Inuyasha never quite taxed me like this.

He taxed my patience.

He taxed my endurance.

But he never taxed my ability to deal with customs official, who were only too interested in my baggage.

Inuyasha just went into it. For Ramen.

Not my underwear.

By the time I'd left customs, I was at my wits-end. But I took a minute to re-settle myself, using a meditation technique that Miroku taught me.

It worked, I was now capable of handling a conversation without the glaring flames of wrath and vengeance wreaking down upon whatever helpless soul got in my path.

I was met by two people who knew my father, one Alfred Pennyworth, an older gentleman, English who was the Butler to the Wayne family, whom my father had been taken in by when he was a youngster. The other was a young man around my age with seemingly Feudal manners. Fortunately, dealing with Sesshoumaru and various other Feudal Lords and Ladies had made me capable of dealing with his type, so I wasn't put off by his mannerisms.

He was polite to be sure, and he understood that although I spoke passable English, I was by no means entirely fluent.

And he spoke fluent Japanese.

The question became: why did he speak of my father in the present-tense, when to me and my direct family's knowledge, my father- Richard Greyson, had been dead for several years?

TBC...