Now I realize!

There's so much more to feel

And my heart knows it's real

But part of me, so long forgotten,

Is calling, and this feels like home

Home, home, it feels just like home

(Feels like home)

Feels Just Like Home, Melissa Etheridge & Josh Kelley

Author's Note: I do not own Damian Wayne, but I own Stacey and Lydia Lynn.

Chapter 5: Meet Lindy

Linda "Lindy" Lynn was in the kitchen, scrubbing down the table and the floor with a sponge. It's been a long time since she cleaned. She's been busy with her late night shifts and hasn't gotten around to finding some help for the café she works at.

The front door opens, and Lindy stands there motionless. Her eyes dart over to the knife on the table, which she carefully picks up. She stands there, and right before she turns she hears a voice.

"This is it!"

It's Stacey. She sighs of relief, and sets it down. "Hey, Stace." She says, picking up the sponge again.

Stacey walks into the kitchen. "This is Damian." She says, motioning to the boy next to her. "He's going to play with me for a little bit."

She smiles. She has friends. "Okay, have fun."

As they walk away, she hears a sarcastic remark from a certain little boy. "I don't play. I participate in competitive liveliness."

She rolls her eyes, but she's happy for Stacey. Hopefully, he'll be around a lot. Stacey needed Damian.

Author's Note: I do not own Damian Wayne, but I own Stacey and Lydia Lynn. This chapter takes place in the future.

Chapter 6: Always

Damian and Lindy roamed around Stacey's apartment. Her mother was busy looking at the pictures. She flipped through them. Ten, Twelve… but then she stopped. She picked up a particular picture of Stacey, one of her, Nathan Lowell, and Damian sitting by a tree at Gotham Academy.

"Did you see this one?" She asks Damian. "You were so young and carefree then."

"I was still Robin. I wasn't carefree." He replies.

"Oh, you. Just get over here and look."

He half smiles. "Alright, alright." He walks over, and his smile fades after he looks at it. "Oh. That one."

"I always wanted her to pick you." Lindy says, tearing the picture. After she's done, she gives it to him, now only having Stacey and Damian on it. "Now it's better."

He stares at it, feeling a small "pang" in his chest. He missed her hair, her smile, and her way she looked at things. He missed her ability to understand him, to read him like a book. But most of all, he missed being by her. He'd always felt that way.

Always.

Author's Note AGAIN: I'd just like to thank you for following, reviewing, and liking my story. I hope this is going well. I promise I'll make it more "romantic". Hint: They'll be 12 going on 13 in the next chapter. That will be fun.

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