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As promised a double upload. This is really a mini chapter for me but cramping those two together just messed with the flow too much. We're almost at the end folks!

Too Good to be True

The next morning Terry and Conner made their way to Dick's room just in time to prevent an escape attempt. Dick grabbed Terry in a tight hug while yelling at him at the same time.

"Terry where have you been?! I wake up and you're not here and no one would tell me anything! I had to pry the information out of Tim that you'd run off!"

"It's alright Dick, I'm OK. I just had a talk with Bruce."

"Oh no, what did he say to you?"

"Clam down." Terry paused as he guided Dick back to his bed. "It wasn't Bruce's fault." (Not your Bruce's anyway.) he mumbled under his breath. He went on to explain how his father's DNA was altered by Cadmus making him a secret replacement for Batman. He also explained how he had a bit of an identity crisis and ran to Connor for guidance.

Conner also used this as an opportunity to properly apologize to Dick and in the end they were all emotionally exhausted but on the road toward self improvement.

"Canary is going to have her hands full with us." Dick said, settling back down ready for another nap.

"Think she might need help carrying all our baggage?" Terry joked as Conner jumped in.

"I hear Harley Quinn's getting out for good behavior." It took the others a few moments before they realized Superboy had just made a joke and burst out laughing.

"Congrats Connor, that was a good one." complimented Dick as they all laughed together feeling more at ease than they had in a long time.

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It was another few weeks before Nightwing left the hospital with a clean bill of health. It was another two weeks after that before he was cleared to resume hero duty one again. (Secretly he had been sneaking out since night 2 but don't tell Batman.)

The League was so impressed by the healing properties of the electrum they were having it analyzed by Silas Stone, a trusted ally of the League at Star Labs. Dick voiced his concerns but he was assured it wouldn't be used on anyone until they were able to safely remove all of the mind altering chemicals.

Black Canary was indeed very busy seeing to all the traumatized heroes but assured them she had her own therapist who was helping her deal as well. And no, it was not Harley Quinn.

The Heroes With Evil Family Members, or "HWEFM", support group was now in full swing and the name stuck.

They also had a long talk with Bart and the boy was honestly relieved he didn't know what else to expect in the future. He had been carrying that around for a long time and was excited to get to take things one day at a time and let the chips fall where they may.

It was Terry and Dick's last night in the manor, they were heading for a new apartment in the morning. Dick was going to just go back to his old one until he found out that the Joker had been killed there and promptly decided to relocate. He didn't trust that some of his crazier fanboys wouldn't try to break in and resurrect him.

Everyone seemed to be getting back to a somewhat normal routine and Terry seems to have found himself a place on the Team. But that had brought up another problem. He had been here for some time and it looked like there was no going home. This would be easier to deal with if he knew for sure this was permanent but he still felt like he was betraying his family by being happy here.

"Hey Terry, you ready!" Dick broke him out of his thoughts as he ran to meet him. They had a special training session with Bruce and Tim that night and Dick seemed excited.

"I'm curious to see what this training is all about. You look much too happy for it to be a normal one." Dick smiled, the moonlight reflecting off his artificial eye. Terry had to admit Barbra did a great job with it. Dick was showing him all of the cool features it had…until he overworked it and it froze. She had warned him it was still a work in progress after all. There was still some visible scarring around his eye socket but Terry just thought that made him look more badass. He used the glamor charm from Zatana most of the time but around the family he left it off.

"You'll see, let's get going." Dick took Terry by the hand and led him to the back yard. To Terry's surprise he could see Bruce and Tim waiting for them on the basketball court.

"Wait, this is training? A basketball game?" He reflexively caught the ball Bruce tossed him

"Teamwork and hand eye coordination" He saw Dick grinning from ear to ear.

"While you could use a little more team practice, I'm still adjusting to my new eye."

"Makes logical sense to me." Commented Tim practicing dribbling a second ball. Terry's smile matched Dick's as he threw the ball at the net. Only to be blocked by Tim throwing his ball in the way.

"Hey!"

"We're playing Bat rules." Tim said proudly earning a pat from Bruce. "Current Batman and Robin VS. Future Batman and former Robin."

"OK I see how it is." Terry picked up the ball and passed it to Dick. "The big guy's just a distraction. You're the one I have to watch out for." Terry teased as Tim played along trying to look as innocent as possible.

And so the game began. Well, it started as a game but it wasn't long before they resorted to showing off and trying to outdo each other. They played for hours, no one was keeping score anymore. Alfred came out to offer them refreshments and sports drinks while he sat back and enjoyed watching his family play together in a rare moment of innocence.

By the end of the night they were all pleasantly tired and Terry had come to a conclusion. He wasn't going to feel guilty over something he had no control over. He was happy here, and he was no longer afraid to admit it.

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Time passed quickly for everyone. More than a year had passed since Terry fell into their lives and he had adjusted well all things considered. He had been going to school online trying out a few different things to see what he wanted to concentrate on. He and Dick were still dating and living together as well.

While Dick couldn't enter the Police Academy he was able to find an alternative solution. He was working towards becoming a crime scene consultant. Someone who could be hired or sent in to investigate tougher cases. This would give him access to the police force he wanted and the hours were more flexible meaning he could actually get some sleep every now and again. He still had a lot of studying and tests to pass but he had a solid plan and was working towards it.

Terry still missed his family and friends but he had accepted the reality that this was his home now and he chose to accept it.

Tonight he and Dick had a date, one that had been postponed several times due to one emergency after another. Terry was starting to realize this must be what Dana felt like with all his excuses. The difference was both him and Dick had the same lifestyle and they knew this was a part of it. He still felt bad though. He would have liked to properly apologize to her in person.

He picked Dick up at the lab he was training in and after a quick change they hit the town. All of their previous plans had all fizzled out so they decided to just wing it. They found one of the best street vendors in town and traded their chosen dishes back and forth to each other. They wandered into a street performance and danced along with the music helping to hype up the crowd. After that they held hands as they walked through the park, the full moon up above lighting their path. Someone had tried to mug them but to them that was just another amusing part of their night. As they sat near the edge of the pond, the gagged struggling mugger tied up in the background, they looked into each other's eyes and began to move closer.

Their coms going off set off a string of curses and groans. Nightwing answered as soon as they were out of sight.

"This had better be good. This is the third date we've had interrupted this past month." Dick said into his com more than a little annoyed.

"Sorry Nightwing," Green Arrow said from the Watch Tower. "But we need Red Bat up here as soon as possible." Terry had been listening in and was surprised that it was him specifically they were trying to get a hold of.

"This is Red Bat, what's the situation?" There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"Red Bat…Terry, I don't know how to tell you this but Bruce is calling trying to find you." Terry was even more confused.

"He has access to the coms. Why didn't he just call me himself?"

"No, not our Bruce. YOUR Bruce." And that's when it clicked.

"You're going home kid."

To be continued…

Terry is finally going home, but after all this time is that what he wants anymore?