Ok! Next chapter! I got it done pretty quickly :)

Just a point: Within this chapter I refer to two things that Dick may-or-may-not be doing while he's in Gotham. At the moment, neither of them are written out, but if you want I can do one or the other. Tell me which one you'd rather read. I'm only gonna do one, if any. Got it? Good. On to the chapter!

Dick lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, tracing the familiar cracks and imperfections with his eyes, noting the dent where he had thrown a tennis ball too hard when he was twelve. Alfred had freaked.

As he lay there, in the old familiar bed, he could feel the old happy memories creeping up on him and he could feel himself relaxing. He was just realizing that while he was here, he had almost no responsibilities to worry about. No, that wasn't true; he still had Titans International to deal with, but compared to his normal work load, that was nothing. He didn't have to worry about day-to-day things. He could act like a normal- well, sort of- college boy- even if he had finished college online several years earlier. The one thing that he wasn't looking forward to was the gala Bruce had felt obliged to plan in his honor, to 'keep up the playboy act'. It was supposedly to 'reintroduce him to the Gotham's elite as the prodigal son come home- well, temporarily.' Bruce's words, not his. He wasn't looking forward to wearing a monkey suit and making small talk with the Gotham elite *cough cough self serving idiots cough*. He could't even bring Zatanna.

His phone rang then, interrupting his musings. He rolled over to answer it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Hey bro!" Wally's voice came through. "We wanted to have another team get-together thing while you were in town. Is Tuesday ok for you?"

"Um… sure. Don't think I'm doing anything then."

"Awesome!" Wally shouted, followed by a string of speed talk. Then he hung up. Dick blinked at the phone for a moment and then put it back down. OK then. He'd call Artemis later to get the details.

With a sigh, Dick sat up and pulled his bag- filled with Titans stuff- towards him. He and Bee were still planning Titans North and he couldn't avoid the real world any longer. It was time to stop brooding and get to work.

He reached over to his communicator and called Bee. After the normal pleasantries, they got down to business. Titans North wasn't going to build itself, after all.

Bruce drove home as fast as he could. He hadn't even wanted to go to work today, since it was Dick's first day back home, but he had had some important business meetings he couldn't miss. As soon as the meetings were over, however, he hurried straight to his car. He didn't want to miss a minute with Dick. Losing him for those three years had taught him how important Dick was to him, and he was determined to spend as much time with him as possible, getting to know him again.

Dick had changed while he was away. Besides the obvious hight difference, Dick was more confident and mature. He acted more like an adult rather than an over energetic kid. Not all of the changes were good changes though. Bruce could tell how tired he was, and how he was so much more serious now, to the point where sometimes it seemed he couldn't have fun or relax. He had been through hardships. Bruce only wished he could have helped his son through them.

When Bruce entered the house, he heard Dick's voice coming from the living room as well as an unfamiliar one. He walked into the living room and froze. Dick was sitting on the floor with papers and blueprints strewn all around him and a laptop resting on his lap. The second voice he heard was coming from a communicator lying next to him. The comm was only transmitting noise though, not picture, so Bruce couldn't tell who it was.

Dick nodded at something the other said, deep in thought. "OK, so Jinx, Jericho, Herald, Gnarrk, and Kole. The only problem with that group is that there's no techie, which is a must. Oh, and no one's really skilled with hand-to-hand fighting." He thought for another moment. "And do any of them know sign language for Jer?"

The other voice sighed. "Alright, so that won't work. Got any other ideas, O wise and powerful Leader?"

Dick rolled his eyes. "Funny. I've got a few," He spotted Bruce and continued, "but it'll have to wait. I'll send you he blueprints, take a look and give me some feedback.

"Roger that."

"Nightwing out."

Dick snapped the comm shut and rolled his eyes at Bruce. "Did I ever tell you how much fun organizing a team is? And figuring out how to build their base while not blowing your entire budget, and leaving over some for when it explodes? Because you know it will, at some point. It's practically a requirement for HQs."

"A new team?" Bruce questioned.

"Dick nodded. "We're setting up a Titans North, there's so many heroes who want to be official Titans, not just honorary. It's hard figuring out a good roster though. We were lucky with the original Titans and Titans East, but this one is proving more difficult."

Bruce nodded. "Never thought I'd see you doing administrative stuff. Who's on the other end?"

"Bumblebee, she's leader of Titans East."

"So, she's equal to you?"

"Not even close." Dick said cheerfully. "She's just leader of East, I'm leader of the originals, plus I'm leader of Titans International on top of that. Titans East, all the honoraries, out network of contacts- everyone. If you ask for the top dog, you get sent through to me, no matter where you ask."

Bruce was impressed. His son had grown into a mature, capable leader. He opened his mouth to say as much when Dick's comm went off. Dick rolled his eyes but Bruce could detect a hint of worry in them. He flipped open the comm.

"Nightwing here. What's up?"

Beast Boy's voice drifted into the room. "Dude, it's Slade. He's up to something, again.

Cliffie! Again!

Don't forget to tell me which option you'd prefer, gala or get together thing! Poll is up on my profile, I think, if I did it right. Or just review and tell me.

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