Since it took me forever to update, I have posted two chapters. Forgive me for taking so long! Be sure to read chapter 5 as well.

This chapter is much fluffier.

Damian was in his room, working on his homework, when Dick opened the door.

"Psst, Little D," he hissed through the crack.

"Come in, Dick."

Dick slipped in, closed the door, and sat on the bed. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Commence conversation."

Dick made a sad face. Damian sighed. "I'm coming," he replied as he left his desk and came over to the bed and sat beside Dick. "What do you want?"

"Umm, well." Dick looked uncomfortable. "I just want you to know that even though I'm going to have kids of my own soon, I'll always have time for you."

"So you say."

"No, I mean it. You'll always be my brother and my partner. We go together like peas and carrots."

"Forest Gump references are not necessary."

"Hey, you know that movie?"

"Of course. It's a treacle-y piece of crap, despite its fame."

"I know, I love it." Dick just grinned broadly at Damian for a minute. "But seriously, Little D. I just want to emphasize that me having my own kids will in no way detract from the love I have for you."

"That is acceptable."

"Acceptable? I'm trying to tell you that no one else will ever take your place in my heart!"

"You're so maudlin. Be that as it may, I trust that your love for me will not lessen. However, I imagine the cuddles will."

"What do you mean, Dami? Cuddles are like love – the supply is infinite! I will always have room for more."

"Well, I would not be averse to giving some of my cuddles to your children."

Dick slapped Damian on the back. "Aww, Damian, you're going to cuddle your niece and nephew? You're the best!"

"Grayson! That is not what I meant! I meant -."

"Gotta go, Dami. You have homework to do anyway." And with a quick ruffle of Damian's hair, Dick was out the door and down the hall.

"Tt." Although he would never admit it, Damian sincerely hoped that Dick would keep his promise.

"Timmy!" Dick practically skipped into his brother's room.

Tim looked up from his computer and smiled. "Hey, Dick."

Dick plopped down on the edge of Tim's bed. "So, Timbo, I want you to know that just because I'm becoming a dad doesn't mean our relationship has to change. I will always love you and have time for you."

Tim chuckled. "Calm down, Dick. You don't have to explain anything to me. People grow up and have families. It's how life goes."

"Well, yes -."

"Dick, I'm happy for you. I really am. In fact, I'm looking forward to being an uncle."

"Really!" Dick grinned ecstatically. "You know I think you'll be the best uncle ever."

"I certainly intend to be."

"Ooh and you can teach my kids to hack computers and other techy stuff!"

"You know, Babs could probably do that."

"Yes, but it will be more funny doing it with Uncle Timmy."

"I would prefer to be Uncle Tim, not Timmy."

"Well, I can probably arrange for that. But only if you do something for me."

"Name it."

"Be the kids' godfather."

"It would be an honor."

Dick went over to Tim's desk and hugged him. "Thanks, Tim. I love you."

Dick found Jason in his room, polishing some knives. "Jason, I want you to know that -."

"Yeah, yeah. You'll always love me and have time for lame-ass cuddles even though you're going to be a dad. Damian warned me."

"Oh." Dick looked a bit sad that he wasn't going to get to give his speech. "Well, I love you, Jay."

"I realize that."

"So, can I have a hug?"

"Get out of my room before I cut you." Jason flashed the knife he was currently polishing.

Dick backed out the door. "Well, I hope you don't say that to your niece and nephew when they want a hug!"

Alfred was in the kitchen, drying the dinner dishes. Dick picked up a towel and began to assist.

"I am delighted with your impending fatherhood, Master Dick. Children really help enliven this drab manor."

Dick grinned, thinking of his own antics as a child. "Alfred, do you think you can handle two more? And babies, at that?"

Alfred smiled wryly. "A true gentleman's gentleman is prepared for all circumstances."

"Glad to hear it, Alf. Because I have a feeling I'm going to need all the help I can get."

"Nonsense, young sir. You are the most nurturing of the lot of you. You will be a most outstanding father."

"I think I'd be willing to settle for satisfactory father."

Alfred affectionately shook his head and gentle reproved, "Now Master Dick, when has it ever been acceptable to aim for anything less than the best?"

Dick found Bruce sitting behind his desk in the study, seemingly looking over paperwork. Dick sat down in the chair across the desk.

"Are you okay with this, Bruce?"

"I'm less than thrilled with how this situation compromises our security. Your suggested explanations are merely serviceable, although they will have to do if we cannot come up with anything more plausible. And what about Jim? He's bound to figure a few things out." Bruce sighed. It hurt his brain to dwell too much on how Strange had weakened the protective wall surrounding their secret identities.

Dick frowned. "I was actually asking about me becoming a father."

"Well, I'm not looking forward to being awakened in the middle of the night by screaming babies -."

"You're never here in the middle of the night, so early morning is more like it."

"All right then. I'm not looking forward to being awakened in the early morning by screaming babies, but that's life. For what it's worth, I think you'll be a great father. And you're ready for it."

"Thank you, Bruce. That really means a lot to me."

"I also hope things work out with Barbara."

Dick just sighed. "Yeah."

"Even if they don't, you'll be a great dad. And you'll have our support." There was a pause, as the two sat together in companionable silence. "Do you want to put the babies in the old nursery?"

"Your nursery?"

"Yes, and the room you were in when you first arrived. Before you moved to the room you have now."

Dick stroked his chin. "That would be nice. It's certainly big enough for two babies."

"Any thoughts about names?"

Dick laughed. "Any suggestions?"

"No, no. Not for first names at least."

Dick arched an eyebrow. "You want them to be Grayson-Wayne?"

"Well, it is technically your last name, even if you don't use it."

"Now, now, I use it for business stuff."

"And I appreciate that."

"It's just that it's kind of a mouthful. Too long to use 'socially,' as it were."

Bruce half-smiled. "I know. I was just hoping …."

"No worries, Bruce. It'll be Grayson-Wayne, so long as Babs approves." Dick smirked. "If I want them to get my piece of Wayne Enterprises after I croak, I better stick Wayne in the name."

"You know that won't be a problem. I take care of my family."

"Bruce, I was only kidding."

"I know, I know. But speaking of the future, I should get Lucius started on the paperwork for the trust funds. Do you think five million each is a good starting deposit?"

"Bruce, they aren't even born yet!"

"You're right. Better make it ten million each."

"Bruce!"

Bruce physically waved Dick's objections away. "I'll take care of it."

"But it's too much."

"Nothing is too much for my family. You should know that by now."

Dick smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

"Oh, and you're going to need another car. Your Porsche isn't exactly a family car."

"Bruce, you have tons of cars!"

"I'm thinking maybe a Rolls Royce. Smooth ride, thick build for security."

Dick sighed affectionately. Bruce was so not listening to him. "Whatever you say."

"I'll get working on it in the morning."

Dick rose. "Sounds good." He started to leave, then, on reaching the door, turned around to look again at Bruce. "And thank you again, Dad. It really means so much."

Bruce smiled. "You're welcome, son."

After Dick left, Bruce removed the few loose papers he had placed over what he was really looking at. With a faint smile, he gazed at pictures of Dick when he was little: playing outside, at the zoo, school events, and other childhood staples. Although it made him feel a bit old, he was looking forward to having grandchildren. He decided he needed to make some miniature batarangs because you were never too young to learn proper throwing techniques.

Not sure if the characters really do the hyphenated name in the comics, but some people have done that in fanfic, so I'll go with it.

I also figure Bruce, since he's not always so great about expressing his emotions, is probably a master of saying "I love you" through gifts. The gifts speak what his words often cannot.