Wonder Twins

After overcoming his shock, Dick caught up with Bruce, who was heading quickly up the staircase. He called up to him, "What do you mean that Diana had help? Just what happened in the last four years?"

"Let's get up to the girls. I'll introduce you to your sisters as soon as Diana gets on her way," Bruce paused outside a doorway assuring Dick that he would have an explanation.

Quietly, he pushed the door open revealing a nursery carefully laid out on the highest tower of the Amazonian palace. Two hand-carved cradles decorated with the deep lush purple linens signified the royal birthright of the two small girls that slept inside them. One child slept peacefully while the other was nestled in the arms of Hippolyta as she quietly hummed to the disgruntled child. She looked up to see Bruce and smiled warmly.

He moved swiftly across the room and took the whinny toddler from her grandmother. The girl cried out for a moment as she was jostled into the arms of her father. She whined a couple more times before snuggling into the crook of his arm. Hippolyta gently brushed her hand over the child's soft blonde curls.

"She still favors you above all," the Queen spoke quietly to Bruce, "I will retrieve Diana. I suspect that it will take time to figure out our next strategy in this horrendous war."

"Hippolyta, you should know that we had to use a spell. It had an awful cost for the Amazons," he warned her.

"Our immortality," she acknowledged, "I believe that we all felt the cost. Watch over the young ones. Keep our future safe." Hippolyta nodded her head towards Dick and moved to a doorway on the far side of the room. Swiftly, she disappeared through it closing the door behind her.

Dick pulled the cowl off his face and moved closer to the cradle holding a child. He glazed over her taking in her appearance from head to toe. Her skin had the same sun-kissed tone as Donna after she had spent a few days on Themyscira. The young girl slept deeply on her stomach taking in deep content breaths. Without a thought, Dick brushed the soft black curls atop her head.

"We named her Grayson," Bruce said softly standing behind him, "Grace for short."

"I'm honored," Dick replied gratefully taking in his namesake, "and surprised. I always assumed that you would name any daughters Martha after your mother."

"Diana already named this one Martha. She insisted that I name Grace since she named Polly," Bruce held out his daughter towards Dick, "This is Martha Hippolyta Wayne, also known as Polly. That little one is Grayson Penny Wayne."

Dick smiled at the reference to Alfred. He joked, "I always thought that if Diana ever had kids they would be named something like Athena or Aphrodite."

"Me too," Bruce responded smiling as he put the other girl into her cradle.

"If I wasn't here to see it, I don't think that I would believe they were yours. I just never imagined you taking care of babies. No offense, of course," Dick admitted.

"After Talia told me that she lost had lost Damien, I honestly didn't think that I would either. As you know, Diana can be very convincing. Plus would you believe that there is no form of protection on an island of women," Bruce smirked a bit as he headed towards the doorway that Hippolyta went through, "Come on. There's food in the next room."

They entered a makeshift dining room and living room. Bruce moved over to a small table with four chairs. The table was filled with cooked meats, fruits, breads, and carafes of wine and water. Bruce took his usual spot at the table and waved for Dick to join him. Filling two goblets with a mixture of wine and water, he passed one over to Dick. He lifted his own goblet in salute, "Here's to my children, all of them."

Dick lifted his own cup and took a sip. He asked, "So, you and Diana . . . how did that happen?"

"That's a long story. I have two questions of my own to ask first. Then, I will give you the own story," Bruce offered. Dick nodded in consent. He continued, "Why did you take up the mantle? How is the family?"

Dick paused and put the goblet on the table. He sighed, "I could give you a million justifications, but it was really a simple decision. Gotham was dying without Batman. At some point, Gotham became my home. I couldn't let it fall apart at the seams, so I became Batman. As far as the family goes, Alfred is resilient but misses you everyday. Tim is on a mission to find something. He added red to his Robin title and graciously passed his mask onto Damien. Damien proves to be reliable and determined to prove that he is worthy of your legacy. Barbara is a bit mysterious these days. She's back in Gotham putting something together. Now, tell me about you and Diana."

Bruce recounted, "I woke up on the shore . . . . . .

A/N: I know cliffhangers stink, but I swear that I'm working on the background story. Couple of notes on his chapter: the name Polly came from the Wonder Woman series when she was with Tom and Bruce did not insist that Dick take up the mantle of the Bat. He made the decision of his own accord. Last thing, Talia told Bruce that she lost his child in a series "The Son of the Bat" but actually put the kid up for adoption. If anything needs explaining, please shoot me your questions. Watch out for the next chapter. I'm hoping to post it tomorrow. As always, please let me know how I'm doing.