Babs' POV

'I can't believe this is really happening,' I thought to myself. In front of me, down on one knee, was my long time best friend/crush/boyfriend/father of my child, Dick Grayson, who had just asked me to marry him.

When I had first fallen in love with him, I had imagined what his proposal to me would be like. I imagined him, handsome as ever, down on one knee while the whole world held its breath for my answer. The one thing I did not factor in, was that I would be holding a seven month old baby boy in my arms, but that seemed to make things even sweeter.

"Babs," Dick said quietly, looking up at me with his bright blue eyes, "will you marry me?"

I smiled at him, brought nearly to tears, "Yes."

That was the only confirmation he needed. He slipped the ring on my finger, stood up, looked straight into my eyes and kissed me passionately. Gabriel, who was still in my arms, sensed that something good was happening, and giggled. Dick and I stopped kissing and smiled at each other, looking down at our son.

"Hear that, Gabsey?" Dick said, taking him from me, "Your Mommy just said she'd marry me."

"Mommy!" he laughed happily, speaking one of the two words he knew how to say, "Mommy, Daddy!"

I laughed, "At least he's learning."

Dick chuckled, the moonlight that reflected from the snow glinting in his eyes, "You can say that again."

We stood on the balcony that surrounded Wayne Manor's Grand Ballroom. The ballroom was currently filled with smartly dressed guests, much like ourselves, who had come for the annual Christmas ball. Dick, being his truly romantic self, had decided to use that night to propose to me.

We stood there for a while longer, with his arm around my waist and his head on my shoulder. Gabriel was snuggled between us, swiftly falling asleep.

Snow began to fall gently around us, and I wrapped my jacket tighter around both myself and Gabriel. I couldn't afford for him to get sick. Dick noticed this and he glanced over at the two of us.

"Come on," he said, " I think we should go inside."

Dick's POV

Babs nodded and the three of us walked back through a pair of large doors into the ballroom, making our way through the crowd in order to put Gabriel to bed. He had fallen asleep against Babs while we had been outside, and I thought it would be better if we put him to bed instead of carrying him around all evening, where he was bound to be disturbed.

Gabriel had a cot in the room Babs and I shared at the manor, making it easily accessible to us if he awoke during the night.

After navigating our way through the crowd, having to stop to talk to multiple people along the way who were all either inquiring about Gabriel or fussing over his sleeping form, we made it to our bedroom.

The room was clothed in darkness, so I switched on the bedside light. Babs, still dressed in her evening gown, gently laid Gabriel down in the cot besides the bed. I walked over to her as she tucked him snugly into the blankets. I smiled at him. He had recently taken to sucking his thumb while he slept, and Babs had dressed him in blue, a color that complemented his eyes. She was dressed in emerald green, which matched her eyes as well.

"Come on," I said,"I'll ask Alfred to check on him every few minutes. Why don't we have some fun. Just the two of us?"

Babs smiled at me, "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Come with me," I replied.

We spent a good hour or so in a special spot in the garden I had found a few years previously while still living at the manor. It was hidden away behind a clump of thorny rose bushes and sheltered beneath some trees, but if you knew the hidden way in, it was the perfect place. Although it was covered by trees, it still had one particular spot that was perfect for stargazing.

That night, with the snow swirling around gently, Babs and I sat side by side on a bench I had placed there previously, and watched as the gaps in the clouds and Gotham smog gave way to beautiful, sparkling stars. Babs gazing at them intently, the stars reflecting in her bright green eyes.

"Babs?" I said quietly, gazing into her eyes.

"Yes?"

"You know that I love you, right?"

She smiled at me, "Of course I do, Wingnut. I would have to be blind not to see it."

As if to back up her words, she leaned forwards and kissed me. It seemed to last a lifetime, but was in fact only a couple of seconds.

"Besides, do you think I would have agreed to marry you if I didn't love you?"

I smiled at her, and grasped her tightly around the shoulders. We sat gazing at the stars for a moment longer before my eyes widened in realisation.

"What is it?" Babs asked, glancing over to me.

"I forgot to tell Bruce that you said yes!"

A few days later, I left Babs and Gabriel at the manor with Bruce, claiming I had some errands to run. It wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

I had made a decision the night before, that I wasn't sure Babs would agree on, but I knew both in my head and in my heart that it was the right choice.

That decision led me to being back on the commissioner's doorstep on yet another morning.

He opened it swiftly, as I had called ahead for him to expect me.

"So my boy," he said, gesturing for me to sit down on the sofa opposite him, "What is it you wanted to speak to me about?"

I sat down as he'd directed and looked up at him, straight into his eyes so that he knew I was being serious.

"As you know," I began, "a few nights ago I asked Barbra to marry me."

He nodded, "Yes, of course. She came to tell me."

"Well," I continued, "there's something that I feel you need to know, before Babs and I get married."

He looked at me skeptically, "Does Barbra know what you're going to tell me?"

I nodded, "She knows what it is, yes. Just not that I came here to tell you. If it were up to her, I'm fairly certain she'd keep you in the dark."

"Alright," he replied, "go on then."

"Before I continue, I must ask you not to relay this information to anyone. Especially not anyone at GCPD. It could put Babs, Gabriel and I all into life threatening danger if it were to get out."

He looked at me in slight surprise before replying, seriously, "You have my word."

"Thank you," I said, gratefully, "Now for the reason for my visit." I took a deep breath before continuing, "What do you know about Batman, Commissioner?"

He looked at me in puzzlement, obviously not expecting such a question.

"Not much," he replied, "No one really does, except for those protégés of his, and no one's even sure if they know his identity. Why?"

"What if I was to tell you," I replied, slowly, "that I know the identities of both Batman, and all his protégés ?"

He stared at me in amazement.

"How do you know?"

I gave him a flicker of a smile.

"Can I ask you a favour, Commissioner?"

"Yes?"

"Can you meet me on the roof of GCPD tonight at around 21:00? I promise that I'll explain everything then."

"Alright," he agreed.

At precisely 21:00 that night, I was waiting for my future father-in-law on the roof of Gotham CPD, hidden in the shadows behind the infamous Batsignal, dressed in my Nightwing suit and mask. About a minute later, the door giving rooftop access was opened, the weather beaten hinges creaking loudly. I stayed where I was for a little longer, as heavy footsteps walked across the windswept roof. About 10 minutes later, I heard shuffling, and the sounds of the Commissioner whispering something along the lines of ,"late"

"I'm not late, sir," I said, my voice reverberating slightly, "In fact, I'd been waiting for a good while before you got here."

"Look," he said, "You asked for me to come here as a favour, and I agreed, so I think you could at least have the courtesy to show yourself."

"But of course," I replied, moving along through the shadows until I was standing a short distance behind him, "but before I do, I would like you to remember the promise you gave me earlier. Not another soul."

"Yes," he agreed, "you have my word."

"Alright then," I replied, stepping out silently from the shadows until I stood directly behind him, "You can turn around now, Commissioner."

The proximity of my voice seemed to startle him, and he turned around sharply. When he saw me dressed as I was, a look of confusion flickered, understandably, across his face."

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I asked to meet you here tonight," I replied.

He stared at me.

"You did? But…"

He seemed to ponder it for a moment, before his expression changed to realisation and understanding. I gave him a weak smile.

"You're.."

"Yes," I replied, removing the mask that covered my eyes, "I am."