"Are you sure about taking my name?" Bruce asked Dick, as this one signed the adoption ppapers and name change papers. Aslo, the papers Fox had brought for the Martha Wayne Foundation branch. "I know how important is you parents legacy and name."
"It is, and it lives on in Robin," Dick told Bru... dad. "But Grayson is the name that Talon and the Court of Owls gave us... it brings too many bad memories." Dick frowned before smiling at his dad. "Wayne is the name of healers, philanthropists, wariors, and guardians. Is an honour ro form part of this legacy."
"I am honoured to have you in my family," Bruce smiled brightly- or as bright as the Dark Knight was capable of. "All that's left to do now is have the intervieww with Clark and finish the final touuches for the welcoming gala," Bruce commented as he collected the papers.
"Hey, Bruce, I mean dad, I know I never liked Talia..." Dick noticed how Bruce tensed and made a face Dick recognized as 'Do not push it'. It was a conversation Dick would normally drop in the past, but now things were different. "But I know you loved her, I'm sorry it ended up the way it did."
"I loved who I thought her to be, not who she truly was," Bruce sighed with a faraway look. "She, the Talia I thought I knew, would have never allowed her father to do what he had done."
"I'm here for you, for all of you," Dick told him, putting a hand on Bruce's shoulder in support.
"I know chum," Bruce replied, laying a hand over Dick's hand. "Just so you know, you will not dress up like you usualy do. I won't allow it! Not those monstrosities you call suits!
"Oh, come on!" Dick pouted playfully.
"No! We will all go color coordinated," Bruce stood firmly. After all the instability caused by the Court of Owls, we need to show a strong and united front."
"Ok! I get it!" Dick chuckled and then stopped for a second. "Colour coordinated?"
"Yes, you and I will be in white and blue. Tim and Jay-lad in white and red. The girls in white and gold. Damian and Alec in white and green," Bruce answered.
"You are taking the Gotham's White Prince title to a whole other level," Dick commented amused. "By the way, thank you for letting Roy stay in the manor gave him a job in Wayne's Security."
"Lian deserves to grow up with both of her parents," Bruce waved it away.
"You mean you want to pull one over Oliver and get to claim an adorable baby as your own grandchild," Dick teased.
"If Queen thinks that throwing a son in need is the way to go... well, that's on him," Bruce huffed, making Dick laugh. "Now, let's get going," Bruce stood up. "Clark, Lois, Jon, and Diana are joining us for dinner."
"You invited them?" Dick asked surprised. "No! Alfred did! Gosh! How does it feel to no longer being the head of the family?"
"As if I've ever been," Bruce scoffed. "At this rate Damian will be heading this family before me." Dick laughed at that. "Oh! Right, the kids have a present for you."
"A present for me?" Dick sounded delighted.
"Yes, something about allowing more than one legacy to live on," Bruce replied. "Don't look at me like that, I've learned better than to get involved when my kids are scheming."
They were both laughing when they entered the dinning room, where they were received by very excited kids- some of them hiding it better than others.
Dick smiled as he took an envelope from Jason. The smile slowly left his face as he read the contents. Tears blinded hi, as he passed the paper to Bruce and thre his arms around his brother.
"They bought Hailey's Circus, after getting Haily arrested, and renamed it The Flying Grayson's Circus," Bruce smiled. "Dick is not the sole owner."
"That is a great gift," Alfred smiled, as they watched Dick throwing himself from sibling to sibling.
"It is," Bruce agreed, proud of his kids.