Here. Some of you may have already read this in the drabble section, but I'm moving it here, and keep the other drabble stuff for TT Robin and Slade angsty shit. Also edited it a bit.

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The wounds were still fresh. And everytime she thought about it, the knife dug deeper. She tried to push it away. She really did. But it kept coming back up. It was so recent, so fresh in her mind, it was literally three days ago, and no one knew how to cope. It was like something impossible happened. He was never supposed to die, he was too good for that... But it still happened.

She remembered the funeral. So full of people he knew, people that loved him. People from her grandfathers life that knew her father, the higher end of society. And then her grandfather himself. He seemed so distant. But he always had a smile for her. Tears would well up in his eyes when he looked upon her, possibly being reminded of her father. Grandfather Bruce was always a hard book to read from her point of view, and although he was harsh most of the times... he just loved his family. This was hard on him, and she knew he probably blamed himself for it. Alfred didn't look any better.

She was always told she looked a lot like him. The dark hair, the blue eyes, the smile. She was Dick Graysons daughter through and through. Apparently even had his captivating presense that drew so many to him. Like her father, she never had a hard time finding friends.

The other people that attended the funeral were many members of the Justice Leaugue, many she knew, but the most important people there to her were the Titans. Her fathers beloved team. Even after becoming Nightwing, he still stole time to spend with the Titans. Her mother, Barbara, still encouraged him to keep connections with his old team, along with introducing their daughter to them.

She was four. But she still remembered that day. They all fell in love with her, they all wanted to hold her and play with her. It was a good day.

Grace was seventeen now.

Kori'ander, Garfield, Victor, and Raven looked to her at the funeral with such grief in their eyes, as they were trying to pull themselves together for her benefit. She walked over to them and cried.

Three days later and she was still crying.

She missed him.

So much, and she would give anything to see him again.

But that was impossible. So she visited his grave again. Gotham cities cemetry was old, but she knew where to find him. He was on a bit of a hill, and when his grave came into sight she noticed a man standing over the tombstone. Perhaps he knew her father? He must of, since he put some flowers on the grave. She had never seen him before. But then again, her father knew a lot of people. Maybe this was just one of the many she never met.

The man turned to face her. He had silvery white hair and a goatee, and strangly enough a eye patch over his right eye. He smiled at her, his aura was not demeaning, simply peaceful.

"Did you know Richard?"

Grace wandered up to the grave. She took a deep breath. "Yea... you can say that."

"You seem pretty young, student of his? I heard he taught some material arts now and then."

"Not exactly. But he did teach me some things I suppose." she gave a small smile at the memories of her dad teaching her how to defend herself. "I suppose he taught me some moves."

"Interesting."

There was silence between the two for a few moments before the younger broke it.

"Richard Grayson was my father."

"Oh, I see. Then I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Oh... thanks... I guess."

The two figures over looked the tombstone. Richard Grayson. Beloved Husand and Father. She chocked as she read it. This was a lot harder then she thought it would be. Steering her emotions away. She looked up the man and became curious.

"How... did you know my father?"

The man looked down at her with a smile. "Old acquaintances, we were never really on the same side of the fence most of the time. We faught a lot. But we always remained connected some way or another. It is a shame he is gone."

Grace sighed. "Yea..."

"Well I should be leaving, the sun will be setting soon, and I have places to be. It was nice meeting you...?" The man held his hand out.

"Oh..." she shook his hand in return. "it's Grace."

"Ahh Grace. You know your father had such an amazing Legacy, it would be a shame if no one picked up where he left off." He smiled at her before taking his leave. And soon enough it was just her. She stood there for a moment and thought it over of what exactly he had said. "What?" she muttered to herself. Who was that guy? She should of asked for his name. She really should have. But at the moment he didn't seem so bad... but the last thing he said...

Did he know?

Did this man know her father was Nightwing? He wasn't a hero. She would of reconized him if he were. Then how did he know... Unless... this man was one of her fathers enemies. "Shit." she muttered.

She had to get home, she had to tell her mother, she had to tell... someone. Grace looked down to the grave. "Dad. I'm sorry, I think I just fucked up." She took a deep breath and regardless she smiled. "I miss you Dad."

She heard gunshots in the distance. The city had one less protector and she knew her grandfather would be on the prowl tonight. And she knew he was going to let off some steam if any criminal dare pass him. But her grandfather was getting older... and she worried about him. She sighed. The thought came to her as she thought over and over about what the man had said to her. She looked down to the earth below her. "Maybe I should do right by you dad. Mom would kill me... but maybe... it's what I should do..."

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So yea... I'm gonna do the next few ones and then... just have this just dedicated to the Graceverse lol

Later

-Fangy