"Come on, Gray, hurry up!" the younger called to the older sister from the staircase.
After some rapid typing, the redheaded girl unplugged the smart phone from the computer and hurriedly headed down to her sister.
The two, anxious and excited, ran side by side to their waiting mother at the front door.
Gray handed the phone to the waiting hand. "I set up a signal router using the Wayne Tech satellite so that the four of us can video call each other anywhere, at the same time."
"Private line?" their father asked, coming from the Lexus in the driveway.
"Of course!" the 14 year old replied, a proud student of coding and occasionally, hacking, "I set a silent anti-tapping rootkit, that I wrote myself, in each of the firewalls."
A signature smirk graced Dick Grayson's lips. "That's my girl. Didn't doubt you could," he sincerely commented, wrapping his eldest in a crushing hug.
"I'm gonna miss you, Dad," she whispered in his ear, feeling tears starting to prick her eyes, "I'm gonna miss you both."
Dick pulled back and planted a kiss on her head. "I'm going to miss you too, Mary."
Eventually, the sisters ended up in their mother's arms. "It's only going to be four months. We'll be back before you know it. Okay?"
The younger, ebony haired girl quickly wiped a few stray tears, earning herself a chuckle and another hug from Barbara. "Hey. Jamie, it's going to be fine," she cooed, then stood up, "Your uncle Tim will be with you both, for the meantime. Steph and aunt Cassie could also visit from California with aunt Artemis and the twins. It is summer. Right?" She asked the space behind the girls.
As if out of nowhere, Tim appeared behind them, but the girls, used to the ninja antics from both their parents, no longer jumped in surprise. "Of course. You guys could teach Steph to say your names." Gray and Jamie smiled in satisfaction. What an opportunity.
A final word passed between the brothers - "Hey, I don't want to hear any incidents about you and Damian while you're in Gotham," "...I'm not promising anything, Dick." - then the couple headed for the car.
With one final wave of goodbye, they drove off, already late for the pilot's call time.
Little did any of them know that time won't be of the essence much, very soon.