Disclaimer- Blah, Blah, Blah, you know all this…. I don't own the Teen Titans but I do own all characters I made up.

Dawn bore over Jump City, quickly filling Nightwing's apartment with light. He sat at the super computer, absentmindedly tinkering with his old bird-a-rang, fingering the yellow stripe. He had been out all night on patrol… not that there had been anything to patrol. Ever since he and the Titans had shut down Slade and every other big wig in town, crime was scarce. There was only the occasional thug or mugger. Nightwing sighed, and almost wished that there was still some real criminals out there.

No, he stopped himself, maybe its better this way.

He and the Titans had broken up long ago. Starfire had made the first move. She had left suddenly, in the middle of a video game in fact. She had flown solemnly out of the common, supposedly on her way to the bathroom, or so the rest of them thought. By the time they realized, it was too late.

There had been many theories why Starfire had left. Robin thought that in was the embarrassment of her first time that drove her away. The night the defeated Slade, the Titans threw a party. Robin and Starfire had gotten a little tipsy and one thing had led to another. Starfire had been the first woman he woken up next to the morning.

Nightwing looked longingly out the window. He missed the old days when the Titans bickered over pizza, played vicious rounds of video games, and kicked the bad guys butts. To his knowledge the other Titans had married and settled down in white collar suburbs that weren't far from his apartment. Yet he hadn't talked to them in 15 years. Not since they broke up. He guessed they didn't want to talk a 32 year old man whose only joy in life was wiping out crime in the form of a vigilante. Why, he hadn't a serious girlfriend in almost a year.

His alternate personahad taken over his life. 8 hours a day he was Dick Grayson, handsome heir to Wayne Industries, wanted by every woman in Gotham; the rest of the time, he was Nightwing, a named feared by criminals. The man who would bring around their downfall.

It saddened Nightwing that his best years had been so early in life. He wished he had followed the other Titans, to a life in the suburbs with a loving wife and beautiful kids. But, the problem of who would put up with him for that long. The only possible candidate had been a Tamarainian girl whose smile warmed him and whose embrace brought him joy.

Again, Nightwing stopped himself. I wouldn't have lasted a year in the boring suburbs, he thought, and as for Starfire, she's gone and she isn't coming back. Period.

It was a slow day. A day where he filed away crime reports and watched Lifetime was never a fast one.

He walked to the refrigerator, hoping that there was still some Chinese food. As he turned his attention to the search, something caught his eye. It was card with a neatly written message. It had come in the mail a few days ago. He walked over and picked it off the counter, reading it for the first time. It was an invitation to Raven's house for a cookout and cocktails. A night on the town probably meant Chucky Cheese's but it sounded nice. He felt a sudden urge to see the rest of the former Titans. Before he knew it, he was on the N-Cycle. If he burnt some rubber he might make it there on time.

2 hours later, he stood on Raven's doorstep, dressed casually in a navy blue polo and khaki cargo shorts, motorcycle helmet and gift in hand. Raven had a nice beachfront home in a secluded area, complete with deck and private beach. Nightwing wondered how much green she had shelled out for this place. A grill blazed on the deck, but nobody was attending to it. He rang the doorbell and suddenly he felt stupid. Why had he come? This is dumb. He hadn't responded to her other invitations, even though she was probably the only titan he would feel comfortable with.

He started to turnaround and back towards the N-Cycle when the door opened.

"Nightwing," cried Raven "It has been so long" as she rushed in for hug.

"Wow Raven, this is really unlike you," joked Nightwing, returning her squeeze.

Raven pulled away, blushing. "Well, you know things change…"

Nightwing finally got a good look at her. She wore a black tank top and loose dark jeans. Her hair was longer and pulled into a loose ponytail. Tendrils of hair hung on either side of her face.

"So do you want to help out in the kitchen?" asked Raven, her embarrassment forgotten. Before he could answer she took him by the hand and dragged him into the house.

The house was whitewashed and furnished nicely. Nightwing again felt a longing for a normal life, a life like that of Raven's. The kitchen was nice if not rather small. The rest of the former Titans stood around laughing and sipping Chardonnay. When they relized his presence, they crowded around for group hug.

"Look who finally came!" cried BB.

"OH MY GOD!" screamed Cyborg.

"A little loud sweetie…" said a very pregnant Bee, rubbing her ringing ears.

"Sorry pumpkin," cooed Cy, kissing her on the forehead. Turning back to Nightwing he quipped, "So how is vigilante justice going these days?"

"Same old, same old…" Nightwing chuckled nervously. "So what's happened to you in the past... 15 years?"

"Quite a lot actually," said Beast Boy, his green eyes alight with enthusiasm. Nightwing felt a pang of guilt. Howcould he know so little about the people that were once his family? Once...