Dick's POV

"You know," Babs said, as I ran my hand through her hair, "No one actually knows, that he's yours."

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Well, besides Artemis and Wally, I haven't actually told anyone that you're Gabriel's father."

"No one?" I asked, surprised, "Not even your Dad?"

She shook her head, "No, I just told him that I didn't know who the father was. He was quite upset about it at first, but they have become completely inseparable."

She chuckled slightly.

"And Bruce?" I asked, "Does he know?"

Babs shook her head, "No, I didn't even tell him I was pregnant. I haven't been to the manor for a year, and I quit the team about a month later."

"So, he doesn't even know that Gabriel exists?" I clarified.

Babs nodded, "I feel terrible about lying to both of them, but I thought it was better that way at the time."

I smiled, "Well maybe, it's time to solve that problem."

The next morning found both Babs and I on her father's doorstep, with Gabriel dressed snugly in a pale blue onesie. The commissioner seemed surprised to find me on his doorstep, but ushered all three of us inside anyway.

"So," he began, taking Gabriel from Babs' arms and holding his grandson to his chest, "What brings you here this morning?"

"Well, Dad," Babs replied, "there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" he asked, "Finally figured out who this little guy's daddy is?"

"Well," Babs replied, anxiously, "I've actually known all along," her father looked up at her sharply, "but I didn't tell you, because I hadn't told Gabriel's dad that I was even pregnant."

"You're saying that you know who the dad is, but you didn't tell me because he didn't know?"

I just stood there quietly, waiting for the commissioner of Gotham police to finally figure out why I was there.

"Yes," Babs replied.

"And why are you telling me now?"

"Because," Babs said, "a few weeks ago, he found out."

"I see," the commissioner replied, slowly, "Well, who is it?"

"It might be easier," Babs replied," To tell you that Gabriel's full name is Gabriel Grayson."

"Grayson?" the commissioner muttered, taking it in before looking at me.

"He's yours?"

"Yes sir," I replied.

"I should have seen the resemblance," he said, "the kid looks just like you."

He handed my son to me and I took him in my arms.

"Just like you," he said, looking at the two of us besides each other.

He then looked straight at me," You'd better look after him."

"Of course, sir." I replied, firmly, "I'll guard him with my life."

Once Babs and I were back in the car an hour later, with Gabriel safely strapped into his bumper seat, Babs said, "Well, that went better than expected."

"I think he took it quite well," I replied.

We were now on the way to go and give Bruce the news. I was really nervous as to how they would react, Bruce in particular.

We soon arrived at the manor, where, once again, Babs knocked on the door. It was soon opened by Alfred, who had to do a double take when he saw both Babs and I standing there with me carrying a baby, although he hid it pretty well.

"Good heavens! Master Dick, Mistress Barbra, how lovely to see you. Please come inside."

I grinned at the old British butler," Thanks Alfie."

We went inside and up to Bruce's office, where we found him sitting at his desk. He looked up when we came in.

"Dick, Barbra, I didn't know you were coming. We haven't seen you for ages."

He stood up, and glanced between the two of us, only then noticing Gabriel who was asleep against my chest.

"Who's this?" he asked.

Babs and I glanced at each other.

"That's what we've come to tell you," I said.

Bruce glanced between the two of us.

"Should I get the others?" he asked, meaning Damian and Tim.

"It's fine," Babs said, before I could say anything, "It would probably be best if we explain everything to you first."

"Alright," Bruce agreed, seating himself back in his chair, "Why don't you sit down and explain everything then."

Babs and I sat down in two chairs in front of his desk as directed, with Gabriel continuing to sleep peacefully against me. He was quite a quiet child, although pretty energetic and active when awake.

"So," Bruce said, "to repeat my question, who is this little guy?"

"This," I said, steeling myself up for Bruce's reaction, "is Gabriel Grayson."

Bruce stared at the three of us, obviously not expecting it.

"He's yours?" he asked.

"He's ours, yes," Babs replied.

It was then that Gabriel decided to wake up, blinking his blue eyes open slowly before looking up at Bruce.

Bruce looked back at him, blue eyes meeting blue.

"Here," I said, standing up and walking over to the other side of the desk, "Would you like to hold him?"

Bruce stood up and I gently passed my son over to him. Bruce took him in his arms and peered closely at the four month old's face.

"I can see the resemblance," Bruce said finally, looking up at Babs and I, "he's definitely yours."

A few minutes later, we all went down to the living room to give Tim, Damian and Alfred the news, although I was sure the butler already knew. When we entered the room, Tim ran up to greet us, while Damian stayed planted firmly on the sofa.

"Dick, Babs, it's been ages since I last saw you!" Tim cried, running up to us and not quite yet noticing Bruce with Gabriel standing behind us, "Alfred said you had something to tell us."

I glanced over at Alfred, who gave me a small smile. I smiled back at him.

"Indeed we do Timbo," I said, ruffling the younger boy's dark black hair, "if Bruce will let you see him."

Both Damian and Tim looked at us in confusion, although I was sure Damian would never admit it. Bruce then entered the room with Gabriel, who seemed to be looking with curiosity at his new surroundings. Tim gaped at him.

"Are you telling me," Tim said, looking at Babs and I, "that you had a baby?"

"Yes," Babs replied, chuckling, "we did."

"Tt" came a scoff from Damian, which was only to be expected, "Children are a waste of time and energy. I see no use in having one."

Tim glanced at him in what seemed to be disgust and puzzlement.

"But Dami," I said, teasingly "you're a child, aren't you?"

He just glared at me in response.

"Would you mind," Tim piped up, tentatively, "if I hold him?"

"Of course not," Babs replied.

Bruce, reluctantly, relinquished Gabriel to Tim, who took him gently and smiled.

"He's adorable!" Tim said.

He went and sat down on the sofa next to Damian, who stared at him with contempt. Tim began to play around a bit with Gabriel, as Babs, Bruce, Alfred and I watched from the side of the room.

Eventually, Tim spoke to Damian, "Would you like to hold him?"

Damian looked at him in disbelief.

"Fine," he scoffed, "if it pleases you."

He took Gabriel and seated him on his lap. The infant seemed to be enjoying all the attention, as he laughed pleasurably.

"What shall I call him?" Damian asked, "I can hardly call you both 'Grayson'."

"You could just call him Gabriel," Babs said, "it is his name after all."

Damian looked at her as if she had grown an extra head, "I am not calling him by such a pathetic name. I think I shall call him… Grayson junior."

Babs and I glanced at each other and I shrugged.

"Whatever floats your boat, Dami."

Barbra and I, after a discussion with Bruce, had both decided to rejoin the team. We did not alert anyone of this, except for Kaldur as he was the team's leader, but even he didn't know what to expect when we arrived on our first day back.

The zeta beams announced our arrival to any present team members, and most of them, Kaldur included, came to greet us. What they didn't expect was for Batgirl to be holding a small baby boy in her arms who had a miniature domino mask over his eyes.

Everyone gaped at the three of us in astonishment.

"Batgirl," Beast Boy asked, "who's baby is that?"

Babs smiled, "He's mine."

"Yours?" Cassie asked, "Is that why you left?"

Babs nodded, "His name is Gabriel Grayson."

"Grayson?" Kaldur queried, glancing at me, "as in Richard Grayson?"

"Yes," Babs replied

Later that afternoon, Kaldur and I stood to the side, watching as Babs and some of the younger members of the team played with Gabriel. I smiled contentedly as I watched them.

"You know," Kaldur said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "with that mask on, he looks exactly like you."

"I know," I replied, "I've heard that a lot recently."

Kaldur gave me a mischievous look, an unusual one for him, "Are you up for a little old fashioned teasing of our younger members?"

I smirked,"You know me Kaldur. I'm always up for a bit of fun."

Babs glanced at the two of us, read the expressions on our faces and smiled. She knew what was coming.

I walked over to the group spread out on the floor and straight over to Gabriel, who was busy being awed over in the middle of the circle. I went straight over to him and picked him up before beginning to walk away again.

"Hey!" Bart called, "You can't just take him like that!"

I turned back around to be met with the displeased faces of the team members, and Babs who was struggling to contain her laughter.

"Why can't I?" I replied, "This is a free country, isn't it?"

Kaldur was grinning in the corner.

"But you can't just take him like that!" Cassie said, "You didn't even ask Batgirl!"

"What?" I said, "Do I now need permission from my girlfriend to pick up my own son?"

Babs was now lying on the floor, laughing silently. The team just stared at me.

"Your son?" Jamie asked.

"Yes," I replied, "his surname is 'Grayson', isn't it?"

"Dick," Babs laughed, "stop teasing them and take off that stupid mask!"

I grinned, and took off my and Gabriel's masks, revealing our matching pairs of blue eyes.

"Oh," Cassie said, smiling, "now that makes more sense."

Gabriel was then returned to his previous spot on the floor, now having his eye colour being fussed over. I replaced my mask, just in case.

Soon, some of the other members returned from their missions, including Conner and M'gaan, and were surprised to find a baby being fussed over.

"Um," Conner asked, "who's kid is that?"

"He's so adorable!" M'gaan squealed, "Can I hold him?"

"I don't know," Beast Boy replied, "Ask Batgirl or Nightwing. He's their kid."

M'gaan glanced between Babs and I, "Can I?"

"Sure," I replied.

She smiled at me and carefully picked him up.

"His name's Gabriel," Babs told her.

Conner came walking up to me, "Since when did you have a kid?"

"Since four months ago," I replied, "but I didn't know he existed until he was three months old."

"Babs didn't tell you?"

I shook my head, "No, but I'm okay with it. We've sorted things out."

"He's like a mini-you," Conner remarked.

"Yeah, that's what Wally said."

"So you do know then," Conner checked, "that he's alive?"

"Yes," I replied, " I saw him, Artemis and Sophie about a month ago, the same day I found out about Gabriel."

"That must have been pretty hectic."

I smiled, "Yeah, it was at first, but I got used to it."

"And Babs? How's she holding up?"

"Really well," I replied, "all things considered."

"Good," Conner replied, "So are you rejoining the team?"

"Yes," I replied, "both Babs and I are here to stay."