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Dick Grayson and Regan Knight officially moved in together on October 3rd, into that two-bedroom apartment on Grant Street. Dick's brothers helped them move everything in and Sasha helped with unpacking things, and finally, finally, they had their first home together.

Jason, Tim, and Damian bailed after they got all the furniture into the apartment, Jason claiming that he needed to go see his girlfriend. None of them had met this girl, or her daughter, yet, but Jason couldn't stop smiling, so they figured she was good for him. Sasha left once all the clothing had been unpacked

And once Dick and Regan had everything moved to where they wanted it, they collapsed onto the couch next to each other.

"Hey, wasn't I supposed to carry you over the threshold?" Dick asked after a moment, glancing over at Regan.

She shrugged. "I always thought that was an after the wedding thing," she answered. "You can, though, if you want."

"Nah, it's too late," he said. "After we get married, though, I am so totally carrying you over a threshold."

Regan laughed. "You can carry me over the threshold of our bedroom," she suggested. "You know, start christening our apartment?"

Dick grinned and stood, carefully stepping over Gracie as he did so. Regan happily reached out for him, and he picked her up bridal style, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. He carried her all the way through the kitchen and down the hall, and finally stopped in front of the master bedroom. Their bedroom.

"You ready?" Dick asked, looking down at his girlfriend.

"Ready," Regan nodded. He smiled, and then took the two steps until they were fully in the room. And then he continued until he could lay her down on their queen sized bed, with brand new Egyptian cotton sheets, and a navy blue comforter that they picked out together. She opened her arms for him, and he climbed on after her.

…

"Hey, what would you think of me leaving Gotham PD?" Dick asked a few hours later. They were laying side-by-side under the covers, now, his arm around her as she rested her head on his bare chest.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it," Regan answered. "Why? Are you thinking you don't want to be a cop anymore?"

Dick shrugged. "I was a detective in Blüdhaven to help track down corrupted cops. When I came back to Gotham, it was easy to transfer in, and just continue it. But it really isn't something I enjoy, and taking down criminals both during the day and at night… It feels like it's wearing me down."

She nodded. "And because you can't give up Nightwing, you'd rather give up your detective job," she finished. "I get it. So, what is something you'd enjoy?"

"Back in Blüdhaven, before I entered the force, I was volunteering at this youth center. It was mostly helping kids with homework, and teaching self-defense classes. And I've kind of always wanted to teach."

"So, what, you'd go back to college and get a teaching degree?" Regan asked, looking up at him.

"No," Dick shook his head, "I've been thinking, I've got this big trust fund from Bruce that I've never really known what to do with. I was so determined to prove that I could live on my own without it that the interest has grown, and there's several million dollars just sitting there. So what if I opened a gymnastics center, one that any kid in Gotham can afford to go to, no matter what?"

Regan took this in and nodded. "I think it's a great idea," she finally said. "I would have loved having something like that as a kid. What will you do for kids who can't afford it? Do gyms do scholarships?"

"That's actually a good idea," Dick said, "If kids can't afford it, then we could grant them a scholarship to go, or I could talk to Bruce and see if Wayne Enterprises would pay for them to go."

Regan smiled and pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw. "What would you call your gymnastics center? Richard Grayson Gymnastics?"

He snorted. "Absolutely not," he said with a laugh, "I was thinking more simple. Just Grayson Gymnastics."

"Perfect," Regan said. "And where would it be located?"

"I don't know," Dick answered. "Somewhere everyone could get to it. Somewhere close enough to the Narrows that the kids there can get to it, but far enough away that I don't risk getting robbed every other day." He fell silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I don't know, it might just be a pipe dream."

"It is not a pipe dream!" Regan exclaimed, sitting up so she could look him in the eyes properly. "It's a great idea! Every kid wants to try gymnastics, and a safe place to do so in Gotham would be a dream come true to a lot of kids. And it would be a safe place for kids to go after school." Her eyes searched his, blue into blue. "If this is something you want to do, then do it. I'm behind you 100%."

Dick stared right back into her eyes. What he was searching for, he didn't know, but he found sincerity in those deep blue eyes of hers, love, and determination. Finally, he nodded.

"I'm gonna turn in my two weeks on Monday," he finally said. "Talk to Bruce, and find a location. I'm gonna do it."

Regan smiled, then. "I'm proud of you," she said. "Yeah, being Nightwing is important, and you save a lot of lives, but you're gonna change the lives of a lot of kids with this."

"I hope so," he said, before leaning down to kiss her, his lips capturing hers in a searing, hot kiss that sent shivers down her spine. As it went deeper, Dick climbed back on top of her, and her hands went into his hair.

…

On Monday, Dick handed his two weeks-notice to Commissioner Gordon, more than happy to tell his boss what his plans were for the gymnastics center. And then he had to go talk to Bruce.

Regan had work and then class that day, so when he was done at the police station, Dick drove over to Wayne Enterprises. Bruce always had meetings all day on Mondays, so he always went in. Hopefully, Dick would catch him before he left.

"Hey, Sandra, is my dad in the office?" he asked the secretary, sending a charming smile to the older woman.

"Yes he is, honey, got another meeting in about thirty minutes," she responded, reaching over to pat Dick's hand. Sandra was nearing retirement, and had been working at Wayne Enterprises since before Bruce was even born.

"Thanks, Sandra," Dick said, stepping away from the counter to head for the elevators. Two minutes later and he was letting Bruce's personal assistant know he was there to speak to him.

"Mr. Wayne, your son is here to speak with you," the girl said; she was about his age, and just standing in for Bruce's normal assistant, who was on maternity leave.

"Which one?" Bruce's voice asked.

"The eldest," she said, meeting Dick's eyes and looking away quickly with a blush.

"Send him in."

"You can go ahead in," the assistant said, getting up to open the door.

"Thanks," Dick said, smiling at her. She didn't meet his gaze, merely stepping out of his way and sitting back down. "Okay… Hey, Bruce."

"Hello, Dick," Bruce responded, looking up from his paperwork. "Wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Yeah, I kind of… Did something," Dick started. "Nothing bad, I just wanted your opinion on it."

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed, "What, did you propose to Regan? Little soon, but she's nice, I'd be happy to have her as a daughter-in-law."

"No, Bruce, I didn't propose to Regan," Dick said. "It's only been a year, give us at least one more before you start talking about popping the question."

Bruce shrugged, "Just making sure." Sweeping all of his paperwork into a single pile, he tossed it aside carelessly. "What's going on?"

Dick took a deep breath, "I put in my two weeks at the precinct."

Bruce's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Whatever he'd been expecting his son to say, that had been at the bottom of the list. "You what?"

"I put in my two weeks this morning. Friday of next week is my last day," Dick explained. "I've… been thinking, and doing that and our nightly activities has felt lately…"

"Like you've been burning the candle at both ends," Bruce finished.

Dick nodded. "Yeah, it really has. And I talked to Regan, and she's supportive of it. And, there's something I've always wanted to do, and I'd finally be using that trust fund you set up for me."

"You gonna tell me what it is, or are you going to keep rambling?"

Dick took a deep breath, "I want to open a gymnastics center, one any child in Gotham can go to no matter how much money their parents make. We can set up a scholarship fund or something for the ones who can't afford it, and provide a safe place for kids to go after school. And I've always wanted to teach, so."

His explanation finished, Dick looked at his adoptive father, who looked very contemplative.

"Does this center have a name?" Bruce finally asked.

"Grayson Gymnastics," Dick said.

"And a location?"

"Haven't figured that out, yet, Regan and I only talked about it a few days ago. She said she'll support whatever I do, so I decided to do it."

Bruce took that in, and nodded. "Well, we'll have to make sure it's accessible to everyone, no matter where they are in the city. Most likely we'll have to buy a building and fix it up. Wayne Enterprises will donate the equipment, of course," Bruce had pulled out a new piece of paper and was writing notes on it. After a minute, though, he looked back up at his eldest son. "This is a good idea, Dick; I'm proud of you."

Dick smiled, then. He wasn't sure why he'd been worried about what Bruce would say. Bruce's whole thing was that he wanted to make Gotham better, and Dick was proposing something to help the children of the city. Of course he'd be behind the idea.

"Thank you, Bruce," he finally responded. "That… means a lot."

Bruce just smiled at him.

…

On October 31st, Regan and Dick celebrated their first anniversary. It was a subtle affair, as Regan wasn't a fan of big, drawn out celebrations, and Dick didn't want to give the paparazzi a chance to catch them out. It had happened a number of times, now, with it starting before they even got together. They had the funnier ones pinned up on a corkboard they used as a sort of "Board of Shame".

Instead of going out to a fancy restaurant, they instead cooked a meal together and spent their evening watching a movie, curled up on the couch together. It was small, and intimate, and perfect.

A week and a half later, Dick found a building about a ten minute drive from their apartment and purchased it. It was big, and it needed a lot of work done, but it now was destined to become the Grayson Gymnastics Center.

Dick now spent most of his days at the building; it had been an office building at one point, but it had been abandoned after Poison Ivy released her pollen into it. It would need a thorough clean and to be completely gutted, but it would work.

At Christmas, Dick went to Metropolis with Regan; he'd met her parents once before, when they came up to Gotham after she'd been kidnapped. Her father, as promised, pretended to completely hate him. By the end of the day, though, it became clear that Gregory Knight actually really liked him, if only for how he treated Regan. The day after Christmas, they flew back to Gotham, and Regan got to go to her first Wayne Family Christmas.

She wasn't the only new one, at least, for Jason had brought his girlfriend and her daughter, finally introducing the mysterious Hallie and Sadie to the family. Hallie was on crutches- apparently she'd hurt her knee doing a gymnastics flip when she was in high school and had just had her fifth surgery on it. At least it gave her and Dick something to talk about.

Sadie was an adorable five year old who was more than happy to talk about her Kindergarten class and whatever book the teacher was reading aloud to them. The way Jason interacted with her was what really sold it; with her mother on crutches, Sadie had chosen Jason to hide behind, and the older man had picked her up, resting the little girl on his hip as naturally as if he'd been doing it all her life and continued talking to Bruce like nothing had happened.

Damian found the whole thing to be ridiculous. Girlfriends were silly in his opinion, and distractions. The 14-year-old was okay with Regan because he actually liked Dick, but he merely tolerated Jason- or at least that's what he said. So he briefly glanced over Hallie, and fully ignored Sadie. This didn't deter Sadie from trying to befriend him, and it was Dick's glare, warning Damian from hurting Sadie's feelings, that kept him from saying anything.

At the end of the night, after Jason had taken Hallie and Sadie back to their apartment, and Dick and Regan went back to theirs, Bruce was left at the manor feeling warm and proud.

Regan's final semester of her master's degree started in January, and with it she began her real training at the museum.

Natalie was determined to retire on Monday, May 15th, two days after Regan's graduation on the 13th. She'd show up that day to officially hand the keys over to Regan, and then she'd be done.

All of this meant that Regan was more stressed out than ever, which worried Dick a little bit. He'd seen her stressed; the weeks leading up to finals was always a stressful time for her, and filled with study sessions with Sasha. But she was trying to achieve a cum laude status, and that was just another point of stress.

She was back to having all her classes on campus this semester, so it surprised Dick one Tuesday night in March when his phone rang. He was working at the gymnastics center, trying to get things done so it could open in the summer before patrol that night, and seeing Regan's name on his phone confused him.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, I have a question," Regan said.

"Aren't you in class?" Dick asked, putting down the laptop he'd been working on and sitting up.

"Yes, and I need you to settle a debate my class is having," she said.

"I don't know anything about Egyptology, babe, you know that," he said.

"No, I know, that's the point of it," she said. "If I say female pharaoh, what's the first name you think of?"

"Cleopatra," he said without hesitation.

"Thank you!" Regan exclaimed, sounding as if her point had been made. "That's what I said! Thanks, Dick, love you, see you tonight!"

And then she hung up. Dick had pulled his phone away from his ear, looked at it, but then he chuckled and just slid the phone into his pocket. God, he loved that woman.

…

When May 13th came, Dick could safely say that he had never been so proud. Regan stood in front of him in her black cap and gown, a white tassel hanging from the cap. Over her shoulders, she had the braided cords that signified her Magna Cum Laude status. She hadn't zipped up her gown, yet, showing off the navy blue dress she wore underneath. She'd only put the cap and gown on once they made it to the Gotham Arena, where the graduation was taking place. Currently everyone but the Riddler was in Arkham, so hopefully no supervillains would be making an appearance.

"What do you think?" she asked, twirling around to give Dick the full effect of her look.

"Beautiful," Dick said with a smile. "I'm really proud of you, Rae."

She smiled shyly, "Thanks," she said. "I can't believe I actually got Cum Laude."

"You got Magna Cum Laude," Dick reminded her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, ignoring that there were people around; a picture of them kissing was likely to hit the press in the morning, and Dick didn't really care. "You should get in there; I'll be in the stands, okay?"

"Alright," Regan said. "I love you."

He smiled, reaching up to cup her face for a moment. "Love you too," he said, before finally leaving.

"Regan!" a voice called, and Regan turned to see Sasha, her own gown zipped up over her neon green dress.

"Sasha, hey!" Regan exclaimed, happily pulling her best friend into a hug. "I can't believe we're already done!"

"I know," Sasha said, "It feels like it went by so fast."

"It almost doesn't feel real, you know?" Regan asked. "Like it feels like someone's going to come along and say 'nah, you're not done yet, get back to class' or something."

"It does," Sasha agreed. "I think we need to get in line, but I'll see you after, okay?"

"Yes, we need to go have a celebratory shot or something after the ceremony," Regan suggested.

"I'm always down for celebratory shots!" Sasha exclaimed, then the two best friends hugged, and found their spots in line.

Finally the ceremony began, and the Master's class walked onto the arena floor, music blaring over the speakers.

There were speeches, applause, and Regan quickly found Dick sitting with her parents, who had flown in from Metropolis to see their daughter walk. And finally, it was time.

"Regan Knight; Magna Cum Laude." Regan smiled, blushing as she heard Dick, her parents, and Sasha cheering for her. She shook the hand of the dean of the school, and the president of the department, was handed her diploma (by Bruce, funnily enough), and finally got to sit back down in her seat. Sasha was several people after her, and Regan happily cheered for her friend when her name was called.

Bruce, as one of the biggest doners of the school, had a seat on the stage, so that was why he was the one handing out the diplomas. He'd nodded to her with a small smile, not to give away that she, as the girlfriend of one of his sons, was connected to him in any way. He technically wasn't supposed to do this if he had a connection to one of the students, so he hadn't congratulated her like he would later that afternoon.

When the ceremony was over and the students had all tossed their caps into the air, Regan found her cap, found Sasha, and the two left the arena together, arms draped over each other and big grins on their faces. Once they made it outside, they found their families and were pulled into hugs.

"We're so proud of you, honey," Regan's mother, Sheila, said, bringing her daughter into a hug.

"Thanks, Mom," Regan responded, happily returning her hug.

"Magna Cum Laude is quite the accomplishment," Gregory said, taking his own turn to hug his daughter.

"I don't think I've ever seen someone study as much as Regan did," Dick said, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend, "She definitely earned it." He pressed a kiss into the side of her head, not noticing when Regan's mother took a picture of the sweet gesture. "My father set up a little celebration back at the manor, if you want to head back there."

"Oh, I love a good Bruce Wayne celebration," Regan said, "I just need to find Sasha." She pulled herself from him, turning to look for Sasha.

Dick let her go, and then turned back to Gregory. "So, Mr. Knight, I actually have a question for you," he started.

Gregory stood a little straighter, seemingly knowing what Dick wanted to ask.

After all, he had a ring at home, but he didn't want to pull it out without permission. Permission that Gregory happily gave.