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Chapter 9: Too Hard

"So how's the baby?" Nightwing asked leaning against the kitchen counter.

Raven sat on the stool next to the stove. "He's fine."

"Have you been taking it easy?"

"Yeah," Nebula's been taking care of me and the twins help her out."

"And, you're okay?"

"Just fine."

Nightwing sighed. "Raven, I don't think that it's a good idea for them to be with me. With the missions…it's just too hard."

"Then make it easy," Raven suggested dully.

"That's easy for you to say; you didn't have to do much while you were living up here."

"What?" Raven said defensively. "I went through nine months of backaches, sore feet and power outbursts. I went through twenty-seven hours of labor and passed two children with heads as big as yours into the world. I worked sun up to sun down as a librarian to support them and you have the audacity to tell me that I didn't do much!" She huffed angrily.

"Raven, calm down," Nightwing urged her. "I shouldn't have said that."

Raven glared at him angrily.

"As I was saying, it may be better if they stay here with you and I get them whenever I can."

Raven did not say anything.

"This would be a lot easier if you and I still lived together," Nightwing said softly.

"Yeah, well, unfortunately, not all of us can get what we want," Ravenreturned coldly.

Nightwing slowly walked out of the room leaving Raven alone.

Raven began to cry. "You may be my husband and the father of my children, but you don't know a thing!"