Disclaimer: I do not own Nightwing or any of the other characters in this story. With the exception of Michael Pennyworth, Cassandra and Selina Wayne (the kids).

A/N: Here you go, folks! The next chapter is finally here, and I am VERY sorry about the extended delay. sigh The bunny abandoned me for quite some time, but I'm trying to forge on without the lil psycho.

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End of Nightwing 3

Chapter 1

2053

Dick looked over at Donna as she drove the small van towards Wayne Manor.

"I get to tell them, right Donna?" Dick asked as he fiddled with the radio, stopping on a news station covering an incident involving Superboy.

"Not until AFTER breakfast, Dick. I want to eat something before Bruce and Selina start smothering me," Donna replied with a laugh. "And Michael .. I'd swear that he is Alfred back from the Elysian Fields."

Dick laughed softly, nodding his head, "Could be, though I think he might be just a BIT worse. Though in a way, he has it easy. No 'Bat' to worry about."

"Which is worse, Dick? Bruce and the Bat or Bruce and Selina bored to death?" Donna asked, a smile on her face, as she looked at her husband of eleven years.

"Oh god, do NOT mention a bored Bruce. I think the last time he admitted he was bored; Alfred attempted to teach him how to cook. We remodeled the kitchen that summer, if I remember correctly." Dick replied with a chuckle.

"Oh dear, are you serious? I thought those stories you used to tell us about him trying to cook were jokes!"

Dick shook his head, "I swear. They are all the absolute truth."

Dick thought for a moment, "I sure hope Bruce is not in the kitchen this morning. I'd like to eat something too!"

Wayne Manor

Michael Pennyworth opened the door and smiled at the couple standing before him.

"Master Richard and Miss Donna, please come in. Master Bruce and the twins are in the gymnasium and Miss Selina is ..."

"Right here, Michael, and I am more than capable of opening the door!" Selina Wayne tapped her foot as she looked sternly at Michael.

"Of course you are, Miss Selina. However, opening the door is part of my duties. It says so in the butlering handbook." Michael replied, his expression not changing a hair as he took Dick and Donna's jackets and hung them up.

"Breakfast will be served in twenty minutes on the terrace. Be there or go hungry." Michael walked away, quickly dodging the half-hearted swipe that Selina took at him.

Selina shook her head, "That man thinks he runs this house. Unfortunately, I think he's right."

She grinned, then hugged both Dick and Donna tightly, "It's good to see you both again. It has been too long! Let's go to the terrace, Bruce and the girls should be there shortly."

They talked a bit on the way to the table on the terrace, listening to Selina about how obsessed Bruce was getting with that street gang and how unsuitable he thought the girls' boyfriends were.

As they sat down, Michael led in Bruce and the twins, Selina and Cassandra Wayne, and helped them to their seats.

"Juice and coffee are on the small table, ladies and gentlemen. I shall return shortly with breakfast."

They talked quietly for a few minutes before Michael brought in the food, setting the tray down as Dick was teasing the girls about their boyfriends, then forced to duck as they retaliated with thrown biscuits.

After breakfast, conversation turned towards the circus, the twins talking excitedly about going. Dick laughed at Cassandra's comment, then just as Donna is taking a sip of her coffee, "Hey Michael, how much coffee should a mother-to-be drink?"

tbc