I'm back! I didn't die! I came close, but...

So, this chapter is not very eventful. It introduces something that will be very important for the future sequel, but doesn't have much importance for this story. And, just cause I love Dick-on-the-trapeze, that is included, spilling into next chapter too. Hope you enjoy!

Oh, and the next update for Wayne Manor is coming, for those of you who read it. I promise. Sometime in the near-ish future. I hope.

DISCLAIMER: blah. blah. blaaaaaah.

Now, instead of the relics from Nightwing's past that had formerly resided in the case, bundles of envelopes rested within. Some were loose and some were tied into bundles with different colored ribbon. Some of those piles only had two or three envelopes; others hd as many as a dozen. Wally noticed that although most of the piles had uniquely colored ribbons, two of the piles- the two largest piles- were both tied with black ribbon.

It was Superboy who broke the silence. "What are those?"

"Letters." Nightwing said in a 'duh' voice.

Superboy glared at him. "Ok, why do you have a suitcase full of letters?"

Nightwing hesitated. "They're to people close to me." He said finally. "Whenever I felt like I needed to talk to one of you guys, I wrote a letter and vented. No one's going to read them." He said a little sharply, looking at Batman. "They're my private thoughts, and only in extreme cases, when you need to know everything about a certain subject, should you even think of reading them."

He reached into the case and touched the two piles tied with black ribbon. "These are your, Dad."

Blue ribbon with, ironically enough, mini Superman symbols. "Superman"

Red and yellow striped. "KF."

Light green. "Artie."

Red. "Flash"

White ribbon with stars. "Wonder Woman."

… And so on, until everyone in the room had been told which letters were theirs. There were some unfamiliar name in there too - Alfred, Barbra, Commissioner Gordon- that only very few people there recognized.

Nightwing turned to face them. "I didn't forget about you guys while I was here, I just…. had to deal. I knew what I was giving up when I left, but I didn't realize quite how much I would miss you guys."

The League smiled lovingly at him. Wonder Woman spoke up. "Well, you won't have to miss us anymore. We'll visit, you'll visit- we'll keep in touch, but we won't make you leave your team."

Nightwing nodded happily. "Definitely."

At this point, Flash was nearly dying to ask something. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer. "Umm…. kid…" He stopped and corrected himself. "Actually, you're not much of a kid anymore, are you?" Anyway, would you mind… I mean… could you…"

Nightwing looked at him with one eyebrow cocked. "Spit it out, Flash."

"It's just that we've all missed your flying." Flash finished in a rush. "And we'd all love it if you put on a show. You know there's nothing like your flying."

Nightwing blinked slowly. A thoughtful look spread across his face.

"I haven't performed in front of anyone for 3 years." He said slowly. "To be honest, I've missed it." He smiled. "Sure, I'd love to." He disappeared into the changing room. "Be put in a minute!"

Flash turned and grinned at everyone."This'll be great!" He exclaimed.

Wonder Woman turned towards the Titans. "He said he hasn't performed in 3 years- the same amount of time he's been with you. I would be correct in assuming that you've never seen him fly?"

Starfire looked confused. "I did not know that friend Robin could fly. I thought he had no powers?"

Wonder Woman chuckled. "He can't actually fly." She explained. "It's just the closest word we could think of. You'll understand when you see him. You're in for a treat."

Just then, Nightwing reappeared, dressed in tight black yoga pants and a light blue sleeveless workout shirt. Those who had seen Nightwing without his mask realized that it was the same color as his eyes. He was wrapping some bandages around his wrists and hands to give them support as he flew.

The Titans stared.

They had never seen their leader wearing anything other than his Nightwing uniform. Heck, they didn't think that he had any other clothes. Nightwing noticed the stares and shrugged. "I don't wear my uniform all the time." The Titans just nodded dumbly.

Nightwing walked over to the trapeze and began to do some stretches underneath. "It's very important to stretch before you try to do any sort of acrobatics…." He began.

Wally picked up, grinning. "…you need to get your body ready…."

Artemis continued, "…so you don't stretch or twist anything or…."

This time, it was Miss Martian's turn. "… or worst of all, mess up a landing or catch…."

"And, god forbid, ruin the whole performance!" Superboy finished the sentence.

Zatanna added, "Also, if you do mess up, you risk injury to yourself and everyone around you."

Then they all chorused together, "So stretch, for god's sake!"

They all burst out laughing. Nightwing rolled his eyes.

He turned towards the Titans to explain. Based on the looks they were giving everyone and their snickers, the League needed no explanation.

"I used to teach these idiots-" nodding towards YJ, who just grinned at him good naturedly, "- how to use the trapeze and some other acrobatic equipment. They thought they could skip stretching because they were superheroes. Needless to say, it didn't turn out very well. After that, I gave them that speech every time before they did anything. They memorized it, and it became something of a private joke."

He turned towards the trapeze. "Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats. The show is about to start, and you don't want to miss any of it.

Trapeze time!

Remember the letters for the sequel.

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