Poppy had a small smile as she wanted to almost cry again, "She always keeps watching out for us even after all this time... just... some days I still wish she was here with us...".
John replied after thanking Waylon, sipping out of his water bottle, "She also explained that Dick and Damien were part of your lost quadruplets...you would have tried again, but you gave them the choice to have other families...thank you for giving us Dick..".
"Sounds like she said pretty much everything then...", Waylon sighed. "Yes, Dick chose to go to you guys, rather than staying with us... we both really thank you for taking care of him, raising him as your own.", he smiled.
Mary sipped from her water bottle, "He is really a wonderful child. Now that I recall some moments before we met you, it's clear that he got some personality, if not attitude or temper from you guys. The troublesome twos were really a handful from him.", with a chuckle.
"Yeah, had the same issue with ours.", Poppy chuckled. "Guess it was a trait with all the kids... apologies ahead of time for how much trouble that might have caused.".
John gave a warm laugh, "No need to apologize there, Poppy. Through it explained why the labor was unusually easier than the stories said through it was traditionally long for Mary as a first timer...".
Poppy looked in surprise, with relieved tears, "There was no agonizing pain on top of the normal pain?", as she was so envious of Mary for a second, but happy that Dick made it safely and healthy.
"Not really; he honestly was quite easy to pass... the doctors were surprised too.", Mary admitted. "Perhaps maybe it was because he may have been more prepared to pass from you?", glancing at Poppy. "Maybe... was Dick premature or anything? Even by a few weeks?", Poppy asked.
John replied, "That's the thing, he was actually overdue by three days past the due date, yet he was strangely premature, very developed to nine months, just his weight was premature. We thought it was due to the fact that we exercise every day in any chance we could, even if we made sure that Mary ate more than enough for two, despite being big.".
Waylon glanced at Poppy in surprise, "You don't think...", and Poppy exhaled, "I think part of my pregnancy transferred to Dick because I didn't know I was pregnant with him and the others, for I was skinny fit during the day of the accident...".
"Not to mention that he wasn't exactly normal to begin with considering his birth of what it would be. Did Kel tell you about how Sean and Daphne were born?", Waylon asked. "Essentially, Poppy just straight up laid an egg like she was a reptile... which makes a bit of sense, considering me.".
Mary nodded, "Kel indeed told us...We were shocked in retrospect...", and Poppy chuckled, "You will be surprised at how much we are non-plussed about amazing things when they are technically normal to us. Heck, gamma medication saved you guys...".
John replied, "Speaking of which, how are we exactly going to make a living? If the circus, by now, knows that with the state of us when...when we fell, they are given with the fact that it would take us months or years to heal...".
Mary exhaled, "He's right... The circus would have to stay, to be investigated for a while, and move on without us because we are technically disabled, unable to fly again in the trapeze for a long time, and we would be rusty after said months and years if we come back again, and I doubt the boss wants us back after ruining his reputation and all...".
Waylon replied, "Most of us have jobs we love, and yes, we're rich, but we can help you guys have a home here...that is, if you want to...", and John and Mary were silent for a moment before Dick's little voice was heard, "Can we stay? As far as I can remember, we never stayed in one place more than a month for years...I really love you, Mom, Dad...I thought I was never going to say those words again...".
"Richard...", Mary's eyes teared up as it almost broke her heart hearing him say that part. It really was a close call and could've ended more tragically.
"You don't need to worry about the reputation.", Poppy spoke up, in regard to what Mary had said before. "We'll make sure Tony Zucco is brought to justice and the world knows what he tried to do you two in... but... you are probably right about not performing for a long time...".
John replied wryly, "We were technically nomad parents within the circus, but having an official home, well, first time for everything including being a stay-at-home dad and mom.", glancing at Dick who is clearly awake now, almost anxious at the edge of his spot on the loveseat couch, before looking at Mary.
Mary exhaled, looking at Poppy, realizing that she is truly sincere of making sure that the world knows that Tony Zucco laid sabotage, attempted multiple murders, and preplanning all of it, and she can rest better because of Poppy and the family, and hearing that Dick wants to stay, she glanced at Dick with a smile, "Why not? It's high time for us to settle down permanently.".
Dick widened his eyes, smiling happily as he got off, and gently climbed into Mary's bed to hug her warmly yet carefully, "Oh, thank you, Mom!", and Mary kissed his forehead, ruffling his hair, holding him lovingly, "Anything to see my little robin happy. And are you going to thank your father too?", with a smile, side-glancing at John.
"Thanks, Dad...", Dick said as John had to hold his hand slightly up. "Hey, don't go jumping onto my bed, I'm still really sore...", he chuckled as he looked over to Mary. "I guess she's all better since she isn't complaining about pain.".
"No, still sore... just didn't want to upset Dick.", Mary laughed. Dick looked worried, "Did I hug you too tight, Mom?", and Mary shook her head, "No, Dick. You were careful, sweetheart...You're a smart kid to know your limits.".
Dick looked relieved, nodding, and replied softly, "I don't know how, but in my gut, and in my brain, it feels right to have two pairs of parents...Is it the same with Bruce and Selina, considering Damien? Wait, does it mean that I'm a brother with Sean, Daphne, and Damien?", glancing at Poppy, showing that he had overheard most of their conversation.
"In some ways, yes...", Poppy said. "But, again, that's mostly up to you; you are your own person after all. You chose to go be with John and Mary 'when you easily could've just stayed with us...".
Dick took a deep breath, "That was the past. This is the present now, and I want all four of you...You really okay with this, Mom and Dad?", looking at Mary who smiled, nodding, and then glanced at John who winked at him, nodding.
Dick exhaled, "Does Damien call you guys something?", and Poppy nodded, "He does, when it's only us in the manor, with no staff or anyone else. He calls me Pommy, and Waylon Waddy, considering that he's only 7, through it would change as he gets older, while the twins call us Mom and Dad. Damien calls Bruce and Selina Papa and Mama. I understand about different terms you want to call us as it would be confusing with your folks as Mom and Dad to ya.".
Dick thought for a moment before looking at Poppy and Waylon with a smile, "Can I call you Ma and Pa?", with a hopeful, anxious look.
"If you so wish...", Waylon smiled. "It does almost feel a bit strange to hear someone else call us that after these years...", he admitted.
Poppy had tears in her eyes as she whispered, "If it makes you happy, I'm happy. Welcome home, darling.", and Dick smiled, "I do, Ma!", gently getting off his mother's bed, and hugged Poppy truly, no worries about other people staring or the public out there, for the manor is officially a place where he, John, and Mary can be themselves freely.
The others smiled ever so happily, soaking into the serene joy of the moments, and so, the family was noticing now that Poppy looked more like some of her old self is back in her heart, hearing the news of the Graysons officially staying, and of course, not long after, almost immediately, the She-Hulks, Batman, and Catwoman, and Killer Croc was on the warpath, with a bit of Fate's help.
Most of them were glad to rough up all the Zuccos and their lackeys once they tracked Tony Zucco down, not giving up over the next few weeks, and in the end, the Zuccos, especially Tony, only remembered the Batman and the Sensational She-Hulk in fear and such, and their rage when they laid the evidence on them, and brought them to the cops, mainly the Commissioner, clearly in damaged if intact appearances.
Commissioner Gordon knew that Batman and the Sensational She-Hulk was there when the son of the Graysons called the cops while the Zuccos threatened the Graysons, and Gordon was glad of their dedication, though he was feeling sympathetic for the son, as it was clear that his folks are alive, but in pain, and needing lots of time to heal if that, as the witnesses in the audience were quite telling the same story of the fall, no conflicting stories, and as far as he knew, he's happy that the Waynes and their extended family took in the Graysons to recover, even if some people in the social circles were gossiping and all.
In the manor, Dick is more outgoing, more outspoken, and more endearing, smiling and laughing, but yet in public, he's more quiet, more shy, and more wary, and to the eyes of the public, they couldn't blame him as it was a traumatic night, though they can see a bit more spirit in him when around the family on picnic days or such between being happily grossed out by John and Mary being affectionate with each other or just plainly hanging out with the kids.
The circus was indeed investigated and all before eventually moving on, but not without some of the circus family wishing the Graysons good luck on their plan of settling down and recovering.
Compared to healing times on the most affected gamma-touched members of the family, which was like a few days, it was a few weeks for John and Mary as they are still pretty much human, just with a touch of being affected with gamma genes, like having slightly stronger abilities in the five senses, which they have discovered in resuming their occasional love-making times when Dick is at school with the kids after discussing with online school to transfer his schoolwork to the kids' school over the past few weeks.
Mary moaned and gasped in pleasure as she laid on her side, feeling John's body spoon her, thrusting in her gently, with his lips ravishing over her shoulders and neck, his hands exploring her front side of her body, "J-John...I'm literally sensitive...this feels so much more different than all those times in the caravan...I don't know about you, but all those senses of ours...I feel so new...does that make sense?", as they are in their new bed, in their new bedroom, in the expanded family wing.
"No, I know exactly what you mean...", John said. "Probably a side effect of our blood donation... you know what the others said... especially Poppy and Waylon.", John chuckled as Mary nodded.
"True. It's almost amazing that those two at least have any sort of self-control...", Mary said as John went right back to pleasing her before there was a knock at the door and they both froze.
"Just to alert you two... the kids just got home.", Alfred's voice called out from the other side. "Already? But we just started at...", Mary blushed when she saw the clock. "Oh my... that long?", she was only talking to John as her voice was quieter.
John moaned in frustration as he muttered, "And we ain't done yet...and I was starting to be so eager...", as his manhood moved in her and Mary knew that he's right as they were making sure to last as long as they could with their new stamina, being gentle and loving, intent to discover how long they would last before they would release when they are ready to be passionate.
She called out, "Can you please distract the kids? Like ask Jane to take the kids to your house and play in the forest? We...we still are having adult time...", with an embarrassed, yet urgent blush.
"I'll try...", Alfred responded but obviously, he never could be confident with the children. If they wanted to stay put in the manor, they were going to for sure. At the very least, he might be able to keep them a good distance away from the room.
Mary called back, "Thank you.", before the sound of footsteps were heard fading away, and she glanced over her shoulder, "Now, where were we?", at John, fluttering her eyes with a pleading look, and John growled softly, "We were about to up the antenna...", before popping free of her and using his flexible body in a twist which is mostly impossible for anyone who's not talented at acrobatics, and is now facing his wife as he pinned her against the pillows, using the blankets to cover their lower bodies.
"So beautiful and tight just for me...", John smiled as he thrusted into her eagerly and passionately, and Mary cried out in pleasure, "Oh! Yes, John! Right there! Don't stop, flyboy!", clutching into his back, moaning and kissing his neck as John whispered, "I won't, my sunflower...So perfect for me, Mary...", using his hands to ravish around her back and run through her hair.
Mary gasped and moaned as she cried out in pleasure with every thrust hitting her sweet spot, stunned that she somehow feels stronger to handle John's strength, and was enjoying it more than she ever imagined, and somehow, the past times in the caravan didn't compare, and she pleaded, "John...Please, no holding back...".
John looked at her in surprise as he kept thrusting with half a mind on the pace, "Really?", as the only few times he went extremely passionate had rocked the caravan literally, and they had to lie to Dick when he was younger that it was the laundry machine at work. He had to hold back as of late when Dick was becoming more precocious.
Mary replied with a smile, "We're in a stable, firm, nonmoving bed, and we're in a bedroom, a literal bedroom, without worrying about the caravan or close ears...I can take it far more than before, trust me...".
"Alright then.", John kissed her once more as he really let loose; both obviously though trying to make sure to keep their voices down in the off chance one of the kids could hear, which was a bit of a risk with Sean and Daphne considering they were fully born to Waylon and Poppy.
Alfred had tried to convince the kids to go out and play in the forest near the Pennyworth shack but considering that it was almost the end of October, with November approaching, the kids didn't want to go far in the cold and opted to go into the game room on the other side of the manor at Alfred's insistence.
At least that thankfully gave enough privacy for John and Mary to finish as it was almost a few more minutes of passion before John was feeling himself at the edge. He groaned with pleasure as Mary could feel him almost ready when she wrapped herself tightly around him and dug her nails into his back.
Mary pleaded, "John, oh, god! I'm at the edge!", as she herself was almost ready too, for John can feel her more sensitively, and murmured, "Me too...I love you, Mary...", groaning in pleasure as he thrusted harder and faster and more passionately than ever before in his wife's amazing core.
Mary shouted out in pleasure, "Yes! I love you too, John!", gasping and moaning loudly as they held into each other for the next few minutes tightly and deeply when they called out in pleasure before they came at the same time, "MARY, JOHN!".
They slowly recovered as they panted, with John turning into his side, collapsing from the afterglow, still feeling himself twitch with last-minute energy to release the last of his load in her core, holding his wife in his arms as she smiled, soaked with sweat and the smell of sex, gazing up at her husband, enjoying the serene moment without needing words.
After regaining their breath back properly, John smiled, chuckling, "Been ages since we last made love, isn't it? Two months, huh?", reverently playing with Mary's hair with a hand.
Mary chuckled, "Sure was...And to think, it was only two weeks in after setting up the caravan and all...It sure feels funny that time went fast since we met the family, and then the sabotage...It was a miracle to keep up pretenses with the staff when they are around on their few days of work per week, to fool them that we are in pain and all, but good thing that most of the time they aren't around...".