The final chapter! Thank you, everyone, who liked this story, or left comments! It meant a lot to me, and thank you for spending the last fifteen weeks with me. I hope you enjoy reading this final chapter as much as I loved writing it.

Dick Grayson had never considered himself as a wimp. But he had wimped out of proposing to Regan three times now and he was pretty sure that Tim was debating proposing to her for him. They were coming up on the two year mark, and Dick was seriously considering letting his brother do it.

"Man, I'm telling you, if you don't propose to her soon, then I will do it for you," Jason said during patrol one night, the latest threat of his siblings. "You've had a ring for eight months, and her dad's permission for 6; get it over with, man."

"You know, you're over here making it sound all easy; we'll see how you do," Dick said with a grin. "I'll propose to her when the time is right."

Jason snorted. "I've only been in my relationship for a few months, you've been in yours for two years."

"When the time is right!" Dick repeated.

"Yeah, man, just do it when it feels right," the thug they had been tying up agreed.

"See, even he agrees with me," Dick said, pointing to the thug with one finger. "Thank you, man, I appreciate it."

"He's a thug, Wing, I don't think his opinion counts on this one," Jason said, eyebrow raised under his helmet.

"Hey, just because I'm a thug doesn't mean I don't have a family who I love!" the thug protested. "Gotta put food on the table somehow."

"Get a job at Wayne Enterprises, dude," Jason said, "They'll pay better and you'll get health insurance. Now we're going to leave you here for the cops to pick up. Go quietly, tell them everything you know, you'll get light charges. Kay, bye." With that, Jason grappled away.

"Thanks for the advice," Dick said, saluting to the thug, and grappled away after his brother.

When Dick slid into the window of his and Regan's apartment a few hours later, he did it with ease and headed for the shower. After, with damp hair and only boxers on, he crawled into bed next to his girlfriend, who he really wanted to make his wife.

She was asleep, nearly a year of living together making her used to him sneaking in. He was pretty sure he could literally crash into their living room, and she, now fully used to it, would sleep right through it. Slipping under the covers, he pulled Regan into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

As he settled into bed, he looked at Regan's sleeping face. God, she was gorgeous. If he looked closely, he could see the freckles on her nose. Her face was relaxed in sleep and as he pulled her closer, she shifted in her sleep. Her left hand ended up on his chest, and he couldn't help but look at it. The fourth finger was still bare, no ring resting on it, no ring marking her as his.

Reaching over for his bed-side table, Dick opened the door, riffled through it for a moment, and then brought out a small gray box, the velvet smooth under his fingers. He popped it open and the ring shone in the weak moonlight coming in through the window.

Regan wasn't one for big, gaudy pieces of jewelry, so Dick had designed a small ring for her that he knew she'd love. The main setting was an aquamarine stone, one karat in size, with four smaller diamonds, two on either side. She'd admired a similar ring at a jewelry store, but had mentioned the wish for a blue stone instead of the normal diamond. So when Dick had decided that he wanted to propose, he'd made sure to make something similar, but put his own twist on it.

"When did you get home?" Regan asked tiredly, not opening her eyes as she cuddled closer to him.

"Just a couple minutes ago," Dick said, quickly closing the box and dropping it back into his night stand before she could open her eyes and see it. He knew that she knew he had a ring, but she hadn't seen it yet. Wrapping his arm around her, he brought her fully into him, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. "Go back to sleep, babe."

"Hmm," Regan hummed, pressing a small kiss to his chest before she nodded back off. Dick suppressed a laugh, dropped a kiss to the top of her head, and drifted off himself.

…

When Regan called him sounding like she was dying of laughter, he was both worried for her lungs, and very intrigued.

"Rae do I want to know why you sound like you're seconds from tears?" Dick dared to ask, sending a glance over at Hallie; he'd taken Jason's girlfriend on as one the teachers at his gymnastics center. She taught the beginners classes, mostly so she didn't have to flip around and risk hurting her knee again. Yet another surgery was on the horizon for her, hopefully the final one.

"You need to get the others and get them to the museum!" Regan exclaimed, laughing through the sentence as she did. "Holy shit- this is hilarious! Dick! They created an exhibit all about Batman and all of you, and holy God this is so funny! Dick the SHORTS! Why didn't you tell me about the SHORTS!"

Ah, he got it now.

"I'll get everyone down there, Rae," he promised, "And um… maybe stop laughing?"

"I saw the shorts and couldn't help myself, I'm locked in my office," Regan said. She took a few deep breaths. "Oh my god. You AND Jason had to wear short shorts, holy shit. Thank God Tim got pants."

"Hey, they were fashionable at the time," Dick defended.

"No they weren't," Regan said. "And the Discowing suit, Dick, who told you that was a good idea?"

She was laughing again, but Dick had to agree with her on that one.

"Okay, yeah, that one was a bad idea," he said. "But you like the current suit."

"Oh I love the current suit," she said; she especially loved the finger stripes and that his palms and bottom of his feet were blue; it was a small detail, but she appreciated it. "But the old ones, man, what were you thinking?" she was laughing again and he sighed in exasperation.

"Are you done?" he asked dryly.

"I'm sorry, oh my god," she continued to laugh. "I'm alright, I'm okay," she said. "Jesus, okay, I'm okay."

He heard her take a deep breath, "Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh," she chanted under her breath, and this time he was the one who chuckled.

"I'll be down there in a bit," he promised. "And I'll bring everyone with me."

"Okay," Regan replied, finally sounding calm. "I'll be in my office when you get here."

"Alright, see you in a bit," Dick said, before finally hanging up. He looked at Hallie, then, and after a moment, they both broke out into laughter.

…

Dick never really made a plan for the proposal; he hoped something spontaneous would happen, and he could just find a good time to do it. But then their second anniversary came and went, and then so did Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's. He just couldn't seem to find a moment to do it.

And then he come home from the gymnastics center one day in mid-January to find Regan in the kitchen, making cookie dough at the island in the middle of the kitchen. She was singing along to the radio, and Dick watched as she turned to grab a Pyrex measuring cup she'd stuck into the microwave to melt some butter. She threw in a few little dance moves as she did, spotting Dick when she turned back around.

Regan shot him a grin, and then continued singing as she poured the melted butter into the white and brown sugars to mix them.

"Dancing Queen! Young and sweet, only 17!" she sang, mixing the butter and sugars with a whisk. Dick laughed as she turned again to grab another measuring cup from the other counter, jumping around and dancing as she did.

Regan could actually sing really well, but she was too shy to ever sing in front of a crowd. Dick was more than happy to keep that beautiful voice to himself. As the song faded out, and she continued with her cookie dough, slowly adding flour, Dick finally rounded the island to turn the radio down as Sweet Child of Mine started.

"Hey, I love that guitar solo," she complained with a grin, reaching over to grab the bag of chocolate chips.

"You were killing the ABBA," Dick complemented, grabbing the chocolate chips before she could.

"Hey, I need those!" Regan laughed, reaching around them to grab the chips. He responded by raising them above his head, where she certainly couldn't reach them. "Dick, they can't be chocolate chip cookies without chocolate chips," she said, an amused look bringing her eyebrows up.

"If you can get 'em," Dick said; he was enjoying this probably a little too much, but it was fun.

"Oh, is that a challenge?" Regan asked, trying to sound serious even though she was full-on grinning.

"If you can get them, you can have them," he said, grinning down at her widely.

"Oh-ho, you underestimate my power," Regan replied.

"Oh, a Star Wars quote," Dick said, "I knew there was a reason I kept you around!"

"And to think I thought it was my stunning good looks," Regan teased. "Can I please have the chocolate?" she asked.

"Well," Dick said, pretending to think about it. "Since you said please, and all," He grinned again, placing his free hand on her waist as he lowered the chocolate chips. "For you, m'lady."

"Thank you," she grinned, going up on her toes for a moment to give him a quick peck. Grabbing the bag, she opened it and shook the entire thing into her dough.

"God I love you," Dick said, watching as she used a rubber spatula to mix the chips into the dough.

She grinned at him, "Love you too, Dick," she said.

He smiled then, an actual, genuine smile, and watched as she scooped out balls of dough onto some cookie sheets, sprinkled a little bit of sea salt on top, and then turned to put them into the oven. And he took his chance.

When Regan turned around, it was to see Dick, down on one knee, with a ring box in one hand, opened to show a gorgeous ring with an aquamarine stone in the middle, and four smaller diamonds, two on either side.

"Dick…" she looked from the ring to his face, her hands going up to cover her mouth as she realized what was happening.

"Regan, I love you," Dick began, "More than I've ever loved anyone, and I want to spend the rest of the my life with you." He paused for a moment to look at her face. She had tears in her eyes. "Regan Knight, will you marry me?"

There was silence for a moment, and then, finally…

"Yes."

"Yes?" Dick checked.

"Yes," Regan nodded, lowering her hands, and revealing to him a beautiful smile. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Dick grinned, and stood up, bringing his girlfriend- no, fiancée- into his arms. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and then when they separated, he grabbed her left hand in one of his and took the ring out of the box with the other. It slid onto her fourth finger easily.

"Dick, it's beautiful!" Regan said, holding her hand out in front of her to admire it. "And the stone- it's blue! You remembered!"

"Of course I did," Dick said, "you admired a ring at the jewelry store, and mentioned that it was a beautiful ring, but you wanted the main stone to be blue. So when I went to design this, I made sure the stone was blue. Figured you'd prefer the aquamarine rather than sapphire."

"Yeah, I love sapphire, but it's too dark for a ring I'd wear with everything," Regan agreed. "And the aquamarine matches your eyes." She grinned up at him.

"I thought it matched yours," he replied.

"Our future kids are gonna have gorgeous eyes," she said.

Just then, the alarm for her cookies went off, and her eyes widened. "Oh, the cookies!" she pulled away, grabbing some oven mitts to grab her cookie sheets. They had spread beautifully, and were wonderfully golden brown.

"Great timing," Dick said, pulling out his phone. "Hey, hold one of those up in your left hand, if I don't produce proof that I proposed, Tim and Jason both have threatened to propose to you for me."

"Awe, I love them," Regan laughed, "but the cookies have to cool for a bit before I can touch them. Then we can, alright?"

"Wait, can we make out then while we wait?" Dick asked.

Regan thought about it for a second, "Yeah, sure, why not."

Dick grinned.

…

Twenty minutes later, Jason and Tim both opened their phones to find a picture of Regan holding up a cookie, the glint of a ring shinning off her left ring finger.

"Finally," they both groaned.

…

Regan Knight became Regan Grayson on a beautiful fall day the following year; Sasha was her maid of honor, and Jason the best man. Hallie was her other brides maid, with Tim the other groomsman, and the wedding was fairly small. Dick's family attended, of course, as well as Regan's. A couple childhood friends of Regan's were invited, as well as Dick's Titans and Young Justice teams, and two heroes from the Justice League- Clark Kent, AKA Superman, and Diana Prince, AKA Wonder Woman. There were only about fifty people in attendance, and it was perfect.

Neither of them had a younger kids in their families, the closest being Sadie, Hallie's daughter- and soon-to-be Jason's daughter, as he and Hallie had become engaged several weeks before Regan and Dick's wedding. So, Sadie acted as the flower girl, scattering lily petals down the aisle before Regan's father escorted her down.

Her dress was a beautiful white, with long sleeves, a portrait neckline, and no train. A veil- not covering her face- was pinned into her hair, which had been skillfully twisted into an updo with a few tendrils framing her face, and her bouquet had calla lilies, which were blue in color. The colors they'd gone with were navy blue and silver, so all of the decorations were in those colors.

Bruce held the reception in one of the ballrooms at the manor, the wedding having happened on the sprawling manor grounds.

All-in-all, the day was perfect, and both Regan and Dick hadn't been able to drop the smiles on their faces all day.

…

For all that Regan and Dick had joked about having kids, always mentioning their 'future kids' they didn't really have a plan in place for having him.

After about a year and half of marriage, they stopped worrying too much about birth control; if Regan forgot to take her pill one day, or Dick forgot to put on a condom, neither really cared that much. Yeah, they weren't actively trying, but if she happened to fall pregnant, neither one would have been upset about it.

In fact, they only started seriously trying after Regan called Dick one day at the gymnastics center and asked him to buy some tests on the way home.

Dick sighed with a frown, crossing his arms as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe. Regan was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her back to the wall and both tests face-down on some tissue paper in front of her.

"I mean, would it be so bad if you were?" Dick dared to ask, his eyes seemingly permanently on the tests.

"No," Regan said, "I… honestly, I kind of hope they're positive," Regan admitted. "I mean, I know we're not actively trying, but…"

"But we haven't been as careful as we normally are," Dick finished. Pushing off from the doorframe, he took a step forward and sat down next to her. Regan shuffled so she was pressed against his side, and Dick draped an arm around her shoulders. "I hope they're positive, too."

She smiled up at him, kissed him sweetly, and then looked back at the tests. "I'll pick up one, you pick up the other?" she suggested.

"Yep," Dick said. Sharing a look, they each picked up one of the tests. "One, two, three!"

In sync, they turned over the tests.

"Negative," Regan said, her voice betraying her sadness.

"Negative," Dick repeated. He took a deep breath. "Well, we just gotta keep trying, I guess," he said.

Regan raised an eyebrow. "So… go have sex?"

"I mean, if you're offering," Dick grinned. Regan, despite feeling sad about the negative tests, laughed.

"Come on," she said, standing up. "Put a baby in me, Mr. Grayson."

Dick grinned again and stood up as well. "It'll be my pleasure, Mrs. Grayson."

…

"Yo, Hood!" Nightwing called, landing gracefully next to his brother.

"You need something, Wing?" Red Hood asked, glancing up from where he was polishing one of his handguns.

"Just a little advice," Nightwing said. "Regan and I are trying to have a baby, and I'm just wondering if you have any tips."

"For getting pregnant?" Red Hood asked with a snort. "I've never gotten someone pregnant, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to have a lot of sex."

"That isn't what I meant," Nightwing said dryly. "I mean the whole… parenting thing."

Red Hood furrowed his eyebrows behind his helmet, so Nightwing couldn't see it. "Dude, you raised Robin for a year on your own. You parent me and Red Robin all the time, even though we're both adults."

"Yeah, but he's one, not a baby, and two, my brother. Not my kid. Plus he was ten. Sadie was what, four when you came into her life? You know how to raise younger kids. Plus, you and Red Robin act like kids all the time, if B isn't gonna parent you, I might as well."

"It probably helped, though, that I married a woman who already had a kid. She'd been parenting on her own for four years, and then I came in, and just kind of slotted myself in. A toddler who could express her feelings is still gonna be a lot different than a baby," Red Hood said. "I can ask Hal, though, if you want."

"Yes, please," Nightwing said. "It's only been a few months, and she's not actually pregnant, yet, and Regan's already reading baby books."

"Well, she's excited," Red Hood said. "You tell Bats, yet?"

"Nah, Regan wants to do a video of when we finally get a positive test to send to B and her parents once it gets confirmed by a doctor. We have I don't even know how many videos turning over negative tests." Nightwing shrugged. "So don't go telling him, alright?"

Hood raised his hands up, "He's not gonna hear it from me," he said. "But Wing?"

Nightwing looked at his younger brother.

"Congratulations," Hood finally said. "You're gonna be a great dad."

"Thanks," Nightwing blushed.

…

Two months later, Bruce opened a text to find a video from Dick, sent to the entire group chat.

Upon starting the video, Bruce saw footage of Regan, pacing back and forth in front of what looked like the counter in her and Dick's apartment's bathroom. Dick himself was leaning against the wall behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. After a few moments, she took a deep breath and reached for something on the counter.

"Please, please, please, please, please," she whispered, and finally flipped it over in her hands.

She looked at it, and then her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and she raised her other hand up to cover her mouth.

"Dick…" she said, sounding like she didn't believe what she was seeing, "It's positive."

"It's positive?!" Dick exclaimed, pushing off the wall to look at what Bruce now realized was a pregnancy test.

"It's positive," Regan nodded. She was crying now, looking at Dick with a look of pure happiness on her face, one Dick was mirroring.

"We're having a baby?" Dick asked, sounding excited.

"We're having a baby," Regan confirmed.

Dick grinned widely, and then he swept Regan into his arms, spinning her in a circle as she laughed joyously. When he put her back down onto her feet, Regan turned to what Bruce realized must have been her phone, and brought the pregnancy test up to show the positive test to the camera.

"If you're seeing this video, then we've been to the doctor, and we've confirmed it; I'm pregnant!"

Regan's voice sounded watery, as she was still very much crying. The video ended then, and Bruce found himself blinking away tears. Taking a second to compose himself, he dialed Dick's number, waiting patiently for his eldest son to answer.

"I take it you saw the video," Dick answered in greeting.

"I did," Bruce confirmed. "Congratulations, Dick. You'll be a wonderful father."

"And you'll be a great grandfather," Dick replied.

Bruce smiled, then, "How's Regan doing?"

"Regan's great," Dick said, "She's nine weeks now, so we're not going fully public with it for a few more weeks, but we've told her parents and you guys, obviously."

"I won't tell anyone," the Dark Knight promised, and then he spied Alfred out of the corner of his eye, coming into the kitchen while dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief. "I think Alfred's seen the video, too."

"Oh, put him on!" Dick exclaimed, "He's finally getting a great grandchild!"

Bruce laughed at that, and lowered the phone from his ear.

"Alfred, Dick wants to talk to you," Bruce said, holding the phone out to his butler.

"Yes, sir," Alfred managed to get out, rushing forward to take the phone. "Master Richard, I believe congratulations are in order," the old butler sounded close to tears. He considered Bruce to be his son, and Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian to all be his grandsons. While Sadie was very much his great granddaughter, he was overjoyed to have a baby joining the family; the last baby he'd taken care of had been Bruce, himself.

"You think we'll be able to raise a functioning human being?" Dick asked, and Alfred nearly snorted.

"Master Richard, I believe you and Miss Regan will raise a wonderful human being," the old butler said. "If how Master Bruce and I raised you is any indicator, then you will raise a most wonderful child, indeed."

"Thanks, Alfie," Dick responded, sounding choked up. "That… That really means a lot."

Alfred just smiled.

…

Regan was really happy that she hadn't had to deal with paparazzi too much. Usually they only appeared when she was with Dick, but after that same video was posted to Dick's Instagram, they seemed to find it appropriate to approach her on the street. A few even liked to camp out in front of the museum.

After Regan and Dick got married, an entire, 4-page article was printed in the Gotham Gazette, detailing Regan's life, Dick's life, and the four years they spent together before marriage. Dick was known as the Prince of Gotham- a title Bruce had once held, but had passed to his son after the press had declared him to now be the King of Gotham, to his chagrin-, so the press had given Regan the nickname of Princess of Gotham. She thought it was weird, Dick had shrugged and teased her about it for weeks.

On October 20th, three days after Regan's due date, she sat on the couch and sighed.

"If this child doesn't come out soon, I'm going to reach in and pull them out myself," Regan said, leaning back into Dick's embrace.

"Well, maybe they're shy," Dick said. He rubbed his wife's back.

"Three days over-due, I'm going to ground this kid as soon as they come out. Can you help me up, please?" Regan had been unable to get up on her own for the last few weeks, now.

"I gotcha," Dick said, standing up and carefully grabbing Regan's upper arms. His phone started ringing as he did so, but he got his wife situated first before answering. She waddled back to the bathroom, most likely needing to pee. Again.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Hey, Dick, how's baby watch going?" Jason asked, a grin easily heard in his voice.

"Three days over-due, Regan's threatened to ground the kid as soon as they're born," Dick said, "What do ya need?"

"Figured you and Regan haven't eaten yet, and apparently they won't let Regan eat once she goes in until the kid's born, so Hallie's offering to buy dinner."

"We don't even know if the kid's coming tonight, Jay, but I'll ask," Dick said, before lowering the phone. "Hey, Rae? Apparently Hallie and Jason are buying if we wanna meet them somewhere!" he called.

"Yes please!" Regan called back.

"Regan's in," Dick told Jason.

"Alright; that diner by yours okay?"

"Yeah, that's perfect," Dick said, "Regan loves their burgers."

"Alright, see you in twenty minutes, Big Bird."

"See ya, Little Wing," Dick agreed, before hanging up.

He and Regan got ready quickly; well, as quickly as a 40-week pregnant woman can, and grabbed the backpack they were using as a hospital bag. They took it with them everywhere, now, just in case her water broke while they were out. They met Jason and Hallie at the diner, had a delicious dinner of cheeseburgers, and just talked.

"Don't be surprised if the baby comes out with teeth or hair," Hallie said as they got ready to leave. "Sadie had a tooth when she was born, and a full head of hair."

"I didn't know babies could be born with teeth," Dick said, blue eyes wide.

"It's surprisingly common," Hallie shrugged. "You nervous?"

"About pushing a watermelon out of me?" Regan asked, "Very. I'm getting an epidural as soon as they allow me to."

"My labor went so quickly, I never got one," Hallie said. "Never quite figured out if I was supposed to be glad for that or not."

"Then let's hope for it to be quick," Regan said, taking Dick's hand as he offered to pull her up from the booth.

Once they left the diner, the two couples split from each other, their apartments in opposite directions from the diner.

Dick wrapped a protective arm around his wife, leading her down the street towards their apartment. It was only a five minute walk, so they got there quickly, but they never got a chance to go in.

Because Regan felt wetness on her legs, soaking into her jeans, and looked down.

"Uh, Dick? I think my water just broke," she said, blinking at the sight.

"You sure?" Dick asked, blue eyes going wide.

Regan opened her mouth to respond, only to cry out in pain as a contraction rolled through her. "Pretty sure!" she finally hissed.

"Okay," Dick said, easily taking charge of the situation. He dug his keys from his pocket, and led Regan away from the front door of the complex and instead taking her to the parking lot. Helping her into the car, he shut her door and then hurried around to the driver's side, starting the car and taking off for the hospital.

It was only after they got Regan into a room and an epidural administered that he remembered to tell the others.

It was a simple text to the group chat, simply telling them that Regan's water had broken and the information of which hospital and what room they were in. Bruce had already paid for the best OB-GYN he could find to monitor Regan's pregnancy, so the doctor he'd found, one Dr. Rydell hurried into the room.

The labor progressed surprisingly quickly; within an hour of arriving, Regan was being instructed to start pushing, and half an hour of that later, and a scream that didn't come from Regan sounded.

"It's a girl!" Dr. Rydell announced, and within a few minutes, the little squirming baby was placed in Regan's arms.

"Hi, little one," Regan whispered; she felt Dick sit behind her and wrap an arm around her, reaching forward to rub a soft knuckle down the baby's cheek.

"She's gorgeous," Dick said.

"She's going to have your skin tone," Regan noticed; Dick's Romani decent allowed him to have a deep tan, one their daughter clearly was going to have as well.

"A nice tan and blue eyes," Dick added. The baby stared up at them with big, clear blue eyes, closer to Regan's shade than Dick's, and she had a shock of black hair on her head.

"She still needs a name," Regan said; they'd talked about it, and had a few options picked out, but they hadn't settled on one, yet. "Somehow I don't think Chelsea really fits her," she added.

"I don't think so, either," Dick said. "How about… Riley? Riley Marie Grayson."

"I love it," Regan agreed.

…

The first picture of little Riley to hit the media was chosen very carefully. Bruce Wayne having a grandchild was a big deal, if the media frenzy the introduction of Sadie had caused was any indication. A Wayne marrying the mother of an 8-year old was apparently a big deal. But a brand new birth? Even bigger.

The picture was taken two weeks after Riley's birth, in the manor garden. It featured Regan and Dick, Riley in Regan's arms. Bruce stood behind them, a hand on Dick's shoulder, and a warm smile on all of the adult's faces. Riley was happily asleep, dressed in footie onesie that had "Riley Marie" embroidered on it. Even Gracie was included, the black lab mix sitting nicely in front of her humans. She had proven to be a good guard dog, sleeping in Riley's nursery at night and only letting people she knew and trusted near her newest little charge. It was posted to the Wayne family Instagram, first, then Dick and Regan reposted it to their own accounts.

The Wayne Family is overjoyed to announce the birth of Dick and Regan's daughter, Riley Marie Grayson, born October 25th. Mother and baby are doing great, and ask for privacy as they get used to having a newborn.

They did not get privacy, but that was okay. Dick was more than happy with his little family, his girls making him the happiest man alive.

~End~