It was Starfire.

He felt his heart soar and for the first time in a long time he felt hope race through his veins, an intoxicating feeling. He thought he might faint. She wore a lavender sundress and small silver hoop earrings. Her face shone with joy and happiness. Her eyes pulled him in, like a moth to the flame.

And then she saw him.

"R-Robin…" she stammered, speechless. Was that really him? The man that had beenthe cause of her sudden departure?

"Its Nightwing now Star," he said shyly, leaning onto the doorframe, hands jammed into his pockets. The same muscular body, ice blue eyes, the jet black hair that now reached halfway down his back. She saw tears collect in his eyes. He was truly happy to see her, as was she him.

They stood silently for a few moments, inching closer until they were face to face, unsure what to do next. Finally, Nightwing swept her up in a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you soooo much!" they exclaimed simultaneously.

Starfire wished they could stay like this and they did, staring into each others eyes. She brushed the hair from her face and smiled at him. By now the others had crowded around and watched the emotional reunion with profound interest. Nightwing glared at them, daring them to say something. The group was quiet until Bee broke the silence.

"Did Luna come?" Bee asked politely.

"She must still be in the car; I should probably go get her." Starfire replied, embarrassed. She broke off Nightwing's embrace and headed toward the door.

Nightwing gave Bee a death glance.

"Don't look at me like that! Unless someone said something, you still be hugging her until the Apocalypse!" Bee countered defensively. The others nodded in agreement. Nightwing rolled his eyes and went out to the car to help Star.

He walked across the lawn to an overloaded Star whose attempts at lugging 4 suitcases into the house were proving unsuccessful. He smiled at the struggling woman and unloaded a few items form her to carry himself. She looked at him gratefully.

Star fire turned to face the car. Nightwing stopped and looked at her. "Luna, vamos, nosotros no tenemos 100 anos," Starfire barked Spanish in the direction of the car. The car door promptly swung open and a teen girl slowly pulled herself up out of the seat. She had long, jet black hair and deep teal eyes. She wore a loose sweatshirt and tight jeans that revealed long muscular legs.

"Moooom," The girl said angrily, "Can't I stay in the car?"

"Noooo, Luna. Now get a move on and help me unload the car!" She turned towards Nightwing. "Teenagers."

"Who's that?" whispered Nightwing.

"My daughter Luna."

Nightwing stared at her.

"What?" Starfire said, annoyed.

"I didn't know you had a daughter…"

"Yeah, well… You don't know a lot of things." She felt instantly guilty as he slumped, hurt. "But yes I do have a metahuman daughter with a bad attitude," she added more softly.

"Metahuman?"

Starfire shrugged and walked inside.

An hour later, the former Titans lay on lawn chairs on the deck. Cyborg and BB tended the large grill while Aqualad rubbed sunscreen on Raven's back. Star was napping inside. The rest sat monitoring the tag game the kids were playing on the beach. Luna sat on the a secluded corner of the beach, watching the ocean.

"No bee stings Tyson!" Bee yelled as Tyson stung an unfortunate Laura.

"Like mother like son." remarked Aqualad.

"Well, its better than the time Laura and Eric turned into elephants and stampeded poor Tyson," said Terra.

"They inherited BB's powers?" asked Nightwing.

Terra nodded. "And Tyson got Bee's."

"And Luna got Star's plus some..." added Cyborg.

"Plus some?" asked Nightwing.

Seemingly ignoring him, Cyborg let out a low whistle.

Like an attack dog, Luna sprung into action. She jumped into flight, letting loose navy starbolts that devastated the ground around her. She landed kneeling, a powerful punch to the ground sending a shockwave of sand rippling down the beach. Leaping up, she went into complex martial arts maneuvers. She paused dramatically. A split second later, she was in the air again whirling around and around until she was just a spinning ball, the energy encasing her. As suddenly as she had started she stopped. The energy flew everywhere, destroying shells and stones in its path. Luna just floated there, hands clutching starbolts, eyes glowing navy blue. The energy wave was approaching the deck fast. Just it was about hit the walls, it stopped. Luna landed on the ground, and silently turned back to the ocean.

Nightwing was stunned.

"As you can see, Luna has the ability to fly, shoot starbolts, and processes great strength, like Starfire. Unlike her mother, she has more control over launched starbolts. Once fired, she can make them dissipate rapidly," announced Cyborg.

Thus creating a slim chance of stray bolts catching things in the crossfire, thought Nightwing. That could be useful, considering all the things Star accidently destroyed fighting.

"She also has vast pychic abilities," added Raven matter-of-factly. "I trained her myself."

"…"

"Yeah, we were pretty amazed too, Nightwing."

"Wow…" He gulped, curiosity of her father burning a hole in his throat. "So who's her father?"

The others shifted uncomfortably, averting their eyes.

"I know you know. Tell me"

No answer came. Nightwing sighed in defeat, royally pissed. He turned away.

" Nightwing... a pleasure I'm sure."

Nightwing whirled to face the speaker. It was Luna.

"Duel?" she proposed innocently, head cocked to one side. "I've always wanted to duel the infamous Nightwing, a man whose only life is that of a bitter vigilante." She watched his eyes, waiting for a reaction. As she predicted, his blue eyes hardened and he stiffened. He stood tall, glaring at her. He turned, seemingly dismissing her. And then the punches flew.