(A/N)- Ahhhh, this one was a fun one! My first idea was of course that Robin and Starfire were all grown up and retiring and then once I'd decided that I had to do Damian taking up the Nightwing mantle I just had to.

I love that prickly abrasive little bastard.

And then of course I had to have Mar'i in there too because she's precious. Hints of Demonfire if you squint I guess. The DickKory on the other hand is not subtle, lol.

Disclaimer: I will find a way to write Mar'i into mainstream canon. One of these days I promise you.

RobStar Week 2016, Day 7 - Legacy

The young man tugged uncomfortably on the gloves. They fit a little too tight. Hilarious considering the rest of the sleek, black and blue outfit was just a smidgen too loose.

He'd have to grow into it, he supposed, only he wasn't entirely certain he really wanted to, or that he even should.

This uniform had a history he wasn't part of, after all, had belonged to a man he wasn't quite sure he could measure up to.

Not that he'd tell him that.

The redhead standing off to the side covered her mouth, her eyes watering with emotion.

"Oh…" she breathed. "It is wonderful."

Damian shifted awkwardly on his feet, confused by the praise. "I'm certain Grayson looked much better in it than I do," he muttered.

Starfire cracked a cheeky grin. "Oh he did," she purred, in a tone Damian thought quite inappropriate for a woman of her age. "He did indeed." Starfire hastened to add, "But you are also quite fetching in the uniform, Damian. I am sure Dick would say the same."

"Mom, don't make it weird," a young female voice broke in. The ebony-haired girl came and stood next to her mother, crossing her arms and smiling at him in approval. "You look good, Dami," she told him genuinely.

Damian felt himself flushing, and looked down at his too-big boots. "Thank you." He pulled at the side of the uniform, stretching it out. "But are you all sure you want me to have this?"

"Someone's gotta keep up the Nightwing good name," broke in the voice of the uniform's former wearer. Dick Grayson sauntered into the room with all the same swagger of his younger years, the grin cracking the wrinkles on his face. He slid an arm around the waist of his wife, giving Damian the same look of approval as his daughter. "You wear the black and blue well, little Robin."

Immediately, Damian jerked his chin and defiantly crossed his arms, giving a little huff. "Tch. If you had any design sense whatsoever you would add some armor to this ridiculous unitard," he sniffed. "There's nothing covering the backside at all!" he complained. "Why would you wear something so preposterous?"

Dick shrugged. "Starfire liked the view."

"Ew, Dad," Mar'i objected, screwing up her face and pointedly taking several steps away from her parents. "No one needs to know that!"

Starfire had a finger up to her chin thoughtfully. "The body armor might be a good idea, though," she admitted, appraising Damian in the Nightwing suit once again. "Blüdhaven is very much different from Jump. Rougher. Some protection from bullets might well be in order," she mused.

"Ah, it's nothing we can't handle," Mar'i dismissed. Grinning, she rushed forward, grabbing Damian's hand and tugging him towards the exit on the opposite end. "C'mon Dami, let's show the other Titans your new threads!"

He made a face, turning red in protest and digging in his heels, to no avail as his eager teammate had her mother's strength. "I will not parade around in this undignified getup in front of the others! You cannot make me do such a useless, embarrassing, stupid—"

But then he was gone down the hallway with their daughter, his protests fading out with the distance.

Starfire giggled, turning her head and lowering it to rest lazily on her husband's shoulder. (Even after twenty years, she still had a good couple inches on him.) "He loves it."

"You think?" Dick asked.

She snuggled into him comfortably. "I believe he is just… apprehensive about living up to your reputation."

Dick looked concerned. "He knows if he's uncomfortable taking up the mantle he can just create a new identity for himself, doesn't he?"

"Perhaps he does not. You should make that clear to him." Easing herself around to face him, she hooked her hands around his neck, resting her arms on his shoulders. "In any case, he may need time for adjustment. I think he was expecting and mentally preparing himself to wear a much different mantle before taking up yours."

Dick chuckled, hands sliding around her waist. "Yeah, well, Bruce won't hang up the cape until he's dead, so Damian's out of luck there." He kissed her forehead before continuing. "This'll be a good middle step for him. No one can stay Robin forever, and he himself said it was time to grow up. Besides," he said, smiling again, "I think Carrie will be good for the job of Robin."

"She is quite precious," Starfire agreed.

The two fell silent, lost for a moment in their own thoughts.

"It feels strange," Starfire said, "to stand aside as our children take up the fight."

"We'll always be ready to suit up if they need us," Dick promised, taking her chin in his hand. They would never completely abandon the hero world. Once a Titan always a Titan, as the motto went. "Bruce likes to say the mission is never over, and he's right," he said, "but that doesn't mean we have to run ourselves down until it consumes us. Sometimes we have to let a new generation step up to the plate."

She nodded. "You are right," she said softly. A naughty twinkle appeared in her emerald eyes, still so bright after all these years. "And it leaves us with more time for… other things," she insinuated.

Dick raised his eyebrows. "Yeah?" he asked, very interested.

She grabbed hold of his collar, dragging him off to the side, towards the door that led to their bedroom. "Come my love," she crooned. "Shall we engage in the activities that make our daughter embarrassed to know us?"

"Oh, we shall," he growled in gleeful response, following along like a dutiful puppy and nibbling on her ear as she led him into the shadows.

Their figures faded out into the darkness of the doorway like fleeting specters.

(A/N)- Subtle jabs at the current comic industry and its refusal to let time pass and characters grow up and retire and earn their happy endings? Why I don't know what you mean. Never heard of them.