From a simple glance it probably appeared that Tim and Stephanie Drake had escaped their years alongside Batman with the least baggage to show for it. They were the first two to marry of the couples interspersed amongst Bruce's students, despite the years Dick and Barbara had ahead of them. Bruce had even still been alive when it happened, more than could be said of Cassandra, Dick or Barbara. With the fortunes attained from the inheritance of both his fathers Tim had only made a token appearance supporting the companies responsible for his wealth. For all intents and purposes he was retired, now spending most of his time with Stephanie and their children, Robin and Oscar.

"It was my grandfather's name," Tim had insisted when, three years after the fact, Barbara finally questioned him about it. "It's about all of got left of my mom's Judaism. It's only racial on the maternal side and we're raising the kids Catholic. Mom taught me to be proud of her side of the family, that's all."

"I think if Cassie hadn't started asking you both questions you probably never would have thought about that stuff again." Barbara had replied, rubbing at her swollen stomach. "But whatever works for you. Dick and I are talking about naming this one after someone we lost ourselves."

"That's so sweet," Stephanie said, sitting across from Barbara and wincing a little at the extra weight she herself was carrying. "C'mon, you gotta tell me. What's Robin's future best friend going to be named?"

"You really are naming that kid Robin, aren't you?" Barbara asked, shaking her head.

"Hey, I let Tim have the first name," Stephanie replied with a look towards her husband. "Even if I do think that if you want to name the baby, you should be the one having it."

Stephanie and Barbara both laughed at the idea as Tim turned away, showing a little red. "But how many kids get to be named after both their parents? Nobody's ever going to be like this again. And besides, the world could always use another girl Robin."

…

In an imitation of the way they had sat and chatted over coffee those seven years ago, the two former Batgirls relaxed in Stephanie's kitchen, watching their daughters play house in the living room.

"How come I always have to be the dad?" Robin complained, brushing a few of her messy, curly black hairs out of her face.

"Because Robin is a boy's name too," Sarah said. "I can't be the dad because Sarah isn't a boy's name."

"Why don't you make Oscar be the dad then?" Robin demanded.

"Because house is a girl's game!" Her brother shouted from behind the locked door of his bedroom. At this both Barbara and Stephanie laughed.

"You don't know how young they make me feel," Barbara said. "I'm glad house is exactly the same game now as it was back then. You played it growing up, didn't you?"

"Of course I did," Stephanie said. "We were always broke when I was little. House was always great because all you needed was a few dolls and your imagination."

"I remember a few times me and my friend Jess tied up my brother and smeared lipstick all over his face," Barbara chuckled quietly. "Kinda wonder if that's what made him snap years later."

Stephanie let out a laugh before quickly containing it and asking, "Does Sarah know about-"

"No. I think it's better that she doesn't know about him," Barbara said, sipping from her cup again. "How about you? Do they know about your dad?"

"Yeah," Stephanie sighed. "They've never met him. Judge let him out on good behavior years ago, but Tim insisted we should get a restraining order… I've talked to him a few times since. He lives in Metropolis now. I think he's gotten past everything, but I don't want the kids being around him. Not yet at least."

"Honey, I need your help picking out my shoes for lunch today," Sarah said.

"Why don't you pick out your own shoes? I'm just wearing my soccer cleats." Robin said.

"Those aren't 'propriate for a fancy lunch like this one!"

"Robin's as good at not caring about stuff as I am," Stephanie laughed. "Thank God I had you and my mom while I was picking out the wedding arrangements and stuff. Cassie and I were completely clueless." The two watched quietly for a minute or two before, in a hushed voice, Stephanie asked, "Hey, did you hear anything about those kills downtown a few days ago?"

"If you can believe it Commissioner Sawyer actually got ahold of me," Barbara replied. "She wanted to be sure he didn't have anything to do with us."

"What was the diagnosis, doc?"

"Nothing to really speak of. Messy symbol, a few dead perps… It's awful, don't get me wrong, but I think it's just some punk."

Stephanie double took at this. "How can you take this so casually?" She asked. "Somebody left a bat-symbol at the crime scene and you're hardly reacting?"
"Oh I'm sure it's nothing," Barbara said. "Nothing we haven't seen a million times before."

"Mom! We're going to go watch TV." Robin called.

"It's a beautiful day outside," Stephanie said. "Why don't you two go play out there."

"Aw Mom, but it's boring-"

"You too Oscar!" She called, her son letting out a grown as he opened the bedroom door. He scowled, though did not resist. "Play outside for half an hour and you can come back in. Aunt B and I have some stuff to talk about." The two waited until the three of them had disappeared into the backyard against their will before resuming their conversation. "I still can't believe you're being so calm about everything."

"What are they gonna do? Try and kill me over stuff I did years ago?" Barbara asked. "I'm not hunting after anyone anymore… I miss it sometimes, but this is what I'm supposed to be doing right now. I can't believe you adjusted as well as you did."

Stephanie looked towards the window leading into the backyard at their children. "I never thought I was going to be able. The whole time I was pregnant with Oscar I just couldn't wait to get back on the field. I thought I was going to be calling my mom all the time to look after him. But when it finally happened, I just wasn't sure I had it in me anymore. I still want to do good, I still want to help people. But my kids Babs. I realized they need me now."

"Really makes you realize everything we put aside to work for Bruce," Barbara said. "It was hard to have anything but each other. I mean it when I say I miss it, but I'd never wanted to raise a kid back then."

Another fifteen minutes into their talk the front door opened and in came Tim, carrying an armful of grocery bags and setting them on the counter. The three children were only a few steps behind, carrying smaller bags and doing likewise. "I told them they could come in to help me get this stuff in," he quickly told his wife. "Then you can kick them right back out." He turned then to Barbara. "Hey there Babs."

"Hi Tim," Barbara said.

When the groceries had been brought in their three children were again exiled to the backyard, giving Tim the chance to echo his wife's thought. "Babs, did you hear about that drug dealer who got killed the other night?"

"You're not the first person to ask," Barbara said. "Yes yes yes, I heard about the bloody Batsymbol too. It's awful, but its got nothing to do with us."

"I don't think we can really pretend that that's true," Tim said dryly. "Like it or not, it does deal with all of us."

"No Tim, it would have dealt with Batgirl and Robin. We're former Batgirls and Robins. We should all just leave it to the police."

"I still can't believe someone's using Bruce's legacy like that," Tim said, shaking his head. "It's disgusting."

"We were dealing with it even back in the day," Barbara said. "You don't get to be a legend without a few bad imitators."