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Nightwing looked into her eyes. She wasn't kidding. He felt dizzy and disoriented. He slipped off of the window seat, plummeting to the floor below.

"Nightwing!" Star cried.

Nightwing felt black close in around his head, blocking Star, the world, and this sudden news out.

Flashback

"Dicky hurry up!" called Mother, "The show must go on!"

Her little boy exited the dressing room. He was the youngest member of the Flying Graysons, the acclaimed act of Halley's Circus. Master tight rope walkers and champions on the flying trapeze. The best of the best.

He hurries toward the ladder to climb up to the platform.

"No, sweetie, this act is for Daddy, Mommy and Clara. Stay down here." His mother commands him.

"But Mom!" he protests, but she is already halfway up the ladder.

They love Clara more than me, he thinks. Way more. Just because she's 14 and I'm 9. Stupid sister.

He sits on the sidelines, not watching.

And then a snap echoes through the circus tent. People gasp. He looks up. The rope is whirling in the air not attached to the other platform. Mom, Dad and Clara fall through the air like rag dolls. He can't move. They fall 60 ft. and hit the ground with a thump.

He rushes over to their bodies, knowing. He kneels there and a single tear drips onto his mother's lifeless body.

End Flashback.

"NO!"

Nightwing sat bolt upright, coming out of his dream state as quickly as he'd entered it. Sweat poured down his dace and bare torso. He gasped, struggling for air as if drowning.

"Shhhhhh, it's fine." Cooed Starfire. "Its fine; you're safe." She sat next to him, gently rubbing his back with one hand and holding his hand with the other.

"Where am I?"

"In my room. On my bed. You passed out."

"I think I need some water."

She nodded, biting her lip with worry. He slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and exited the room.

He trudged silently through the hall and down the stairs. He walked into in the kitchen, flicked on the light and opened the refrigerator door.

"That was some dream you had."

He jumped, startled. He looked over to see Raven sipping tea at the table.

"I….I…" he stuttered.

Raven nodded to a seat across from her and Nightwing reluctantly took it.

"How did you know about my dream?"

"People broadcast dreams, feelings and thoughts. Yours was like the Today Show… broadcast coast to coast… I could see it in my room. Who was that child anyway?"

"Me."

Raven gave him a stunned look. I surprised a mind-reader, he thought.

"I heard that." Raven said, irked. Nightwing chuckled.

"Well, I suppose that dream… I mean memory, was triggered by the news that you have a daughter, must have resulted in your minor mental break. You remembered the last event you ever had with your family."

Nightwing said nothing.

"Don't you have anything to say about my brilliant psychological evaluation?"

"You should be a shrink."

Raven laughed. "But instead I teach yoga at the senior center, to people who don't know that I have the ability to encase them in black energy."

"Shhhhhhhh…"

"Huh?"

Nightwing gestured to the living room. Luna slept peacefully on the sofa.

"Wow, you already have fatherly instincts. That must be a record." Said Raven, already exiting the room.

Nightwing scowled and tiptoed towards Luna. She looked like an angel, slumped over in a peaceful sleep. Hard to believe she tried to hurt me, he thought. He studied her. Star had been right; she was a female him. Sure she had Star's legs and beauty, but she was him. Thousands of question raced through his mind. What was her first word? Her birthday? Her favorite food? Color? Person?

And she shouldn't be sleeping on this hard chair, he thought. He paused not sure what to do next. Pick her up, leave her? Finally he, slipped one hand under her legs and another on her neck, picking her up slowly. It wasn't that she was heavy or anything; he just didn't want to wake her. He hesitated, not sure if he should do this. She moved a bit, but seemed unaware of leaving the chair. He started up the stairs, careful to watch his every step. In the middle of the staircase, she rolled over in his arms. Unconsciously, she placed her hand and head on his bare chest. He smiled, continuing. He reached Star's room and nudged the door open with his foot. Star was still on the bed where he'd left her and he slowly set Luna down next to her. He pulled a sheet over Luna and smiled.

"Night-" Starfire started.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." And then he smiled at her with genuine happiness and left.

Maybe this family thing could work,Starfire thought.