Here you are! El grand finale, everyone. This chapter consists of flashback after flashback so bear with me, okay?
I can't believe it's the end! I enjoy writing this!
I promise you it is still worth your time. Enjoy :) aanddd I think it is not that late to say, "HAPPY 2017!" - (1/8/2017)

Chapter 36:

Damian gazed into the sky through his windows. He was in his office, having some free time before another big meeting. He didn't want anyone to bother him so he had asked his personal assistant to be on guard at his door. He caught sight of two sparrows flying together. His lips formed a smile.

"Oh, right! Today is Dylan's birthday," he suddenly exclaimed.

He called for his assistant. She came in and told him that his next meeting was in 10 minutes. He nodded to her. She nodded back.

"Clear my schedule after this meeting, please," he requested.

"Yes, sir," she replied and left.

He took a seat at his table and reviewed his presentation for the upcoming meeting. There was a frame with his wife's photo right beside his computer. It was a picture of her in her maid uniform. Her smiling face flashed into his mind. He bit his lower lip.

"Good morning," Damian said as he entered the kitchen.

"Good...morning..." there was a hesitation in Daphne's reply.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked her.

"I made some pancakes and bacon strips, sir," Alfred replied in her place.

Damian nodded. He sat down beside his wife, still fixing his tie. She bit her lower lip. Alfred sighed at his denseness. He served the food and stood in front of the young man. Daphne glanced up at the butler. The butler stared at Damian.

He asked, "Are you heading to the office today?"

Damian stopped his munching, stared at the butler and asked, "What kind of question is that? Today is Monday after all..."

"Madam Daphne is to be admitted today," Alfred replied, glancing up at the young woman.

Damian swallowed his food in an instant. He slapped himself on the forehead, grunting. Daphne felt troubled. She knew that he was very busy.

"It's okay...I'll ask father to drive me," she stuttered.

Damian shook his head. "No, I'll call my assistant and tell her I'll be taking a half day today," he replied.

Daphne nodded once. "Okay."

"Have you packed everything?" he asked her.

She nodded. Alfred formed a smile. He went ahead to send some food for Bruce in his studies. Damian pulled Daphne to rest her head on his shoulder. She heaved a sigh, enjoying the comfort.

"I've been too occupied with work. I'm sorry..." he whispered.

"It's okay... I'm okay as long as you're within my reach..." she replied.

"Within your reach, huh..." Damian sighed.

"Sir, the meeting is about to start," his assistant called.

Damian nodded. He grabbed everything he needed and strolled to the meeting room. That day was a meeting between Wayne Enterprise, a few renowned supply companies and two architectural companies. The meeting ended with another meeting scheduled in a week. He sank into his chair and sighed. His assistant served him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," he said.

"I've cleared your schedule for this evening," she explained.

"Okay," he replied.

He went straight home. Alfred greeted him like always and told him that his son was still in his room. Damian sighed. He went straight to his son's room. That night, his father had organized a piano recital for Dylan. Bruce did his best to get the Mayor's approval to use the City Hall. Everything had already been set up. When he got to the room, Damian saw Dylan looking at himself in the mirror. He gave out a gentle smile.

"Dad..." Dylan said when he caught sight of him.

"What's up, kiddo?" he asked, approaching the twelve-year-old boy.

"Am I going to be okay?" Dylan asked, trembling.

Damian smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. He said, "You're going to be fine. You've practiced a lot and you love the piano."

The boy nodded. He straightened his tie, took a deep breath and went downstairs. A sigh escaped Damian's lips. He took a step out of his son's bedroom. A squeaky voice came from his right. A seven-year-old orange haired girl rushed up to him. She was wearing a purple gown and her long hair was beautifully combed by Alfred. Her wide green eyes sparkled beneath the corridor lights.

She called, "Daddy!"

Smiling, he caught hold of his daughter and said, "Felicia, you can't run in a gown like that..."

"Do I look beautiful?" she asked.

Damian nodded. "As your mother did..."

Felicia giggled. She took her father's hand, pulling him to follow her. As he watched his daughter's back, he was reminded of his wife.

Were you happy having me as your husband?

Damian drove the car with Dylan in the passenger seat. Felicia sat at the back with her grandfather and Alfred.

"Dad," Dylan suddenly called.

"What's up?" Damian asked, glancing up at the boy.

He was looking out through the window. "Do you…miss Mom?" he suddenly asked.

Forming a smile, the father replied, "There is not a second that I don't miss her. She is my life, my everything…"

"Hmm…" the son replied.

They got to the City Hall. Most of Dylan's friends from school had already arrived and some came with their parents. Damian's job was to entertain the adults. Max and Shirley made an appearance. They searched for Damian and found him near the stage. The man stared and gave out a small smile to his friends.

"Nice party," Max said.

"Thank you for coming," Damian said to them.

"Well, Stella was looking forward to it. She's looking for Dylan by the way," Shirley replied.

"Dylan's getting ready to play the piano. We'll cut the cake after that," the man explained.

"Daddy!" Felicia's voice was heard.

Her father picked her up into his arms. Shirley and Max smiled to the little girl. She blinked at the couple. A boy, about two years older than Dylan came to view. He bowed as a greeting to Damian. Felicia chuckled at the boy and waved. The young teen smiled back at her.

"Do you know him, Felicia?" Damian asked, confused at his daughter's behavior.

"Yes. Big Bro Rex. He gave me candy just now," the little girl replied.

Rex nodded. Max patted his son's head. Alfred was about to make an announcement. Damian turned to look at the stage. He caught sight of Dylan. The boy was trembling because he was nervous. Damian sighed and smiled to himself. Shirley and Max knew why.

Daphne held Damian's hand tighter. He knew she was nervous, so he pulled her to rest her head on his shoulder. He kissed her head, making her smile.

"Thanks for making my wish come true," she whispered.

"He's going to do great," he reassured her.

"I know," she sighed.

Applause was heard as a four-year-old Dylan stepped onto the stage. Damian kissed his wife's forehead and wished her luck. She smiled before getting up to the stage as well. Dylan bowed and she curtsied. Then, they both took a seat on the chair. In front of them was a big piano. Daphne was going to assist Dylan as he played a song. They started to play. It was a cheery song and the audience were moved at how well the little boy played.

"What a cute beat," one of the judges said.

"Yes, it is as if you want to get up and dance to it," the one beside her said.

Damian smiled to himself. He imagined a happy Daphne running up to him in her maid uniform and telling him all her stories.

Damian was awoken by a shake on his shoulder. Max gestured towards Dylan who was just about to play the piano. The sheet he had chosen was his mother's favorite. As he started to play, Damian was again reminded of Daphne. He could imagine Daphne sitting beside her son, assisting him. She would always do that. It was one the ways for her to connect with him.

"He's become as good as Daphne," Shirley remarked.

"Yeah..." Damian replied, looking away.

Felicia pulled at the hem of his coat, grabbing his attention. She smiled sweetly at her father. He picked her up and kissed her forehead. She hugged him dearly. Shirley smiled at the two. She gazed back to Dylan.

I wish you were here, Daphne...

Dylan bowed, accepting the applauses from his audience. He was sweating but he was happy. He got down the stage and rushed up to his father. Damian held his shoulder and nodded. Felicia wanted him to hold her. He held his baby sister in his arms. She cooed happily.

"You were great," Damian said to his son.

"Is she...proud of me?" he asked hesitantly.

Smiling, the father replied, "I'm sure, she is."

Dylan smiled happily. After that, he had to cut the cake. Everyone enjoyed the party. As Damian was busy talking to one of his strongest stockholders, Bruce came up to him with a glass of wine. He turned to his father. Bruce gestured towards the entrance of the hall. He nodded to his father and followed him outside. Bruce sipped his wine, looking at the sky.

"Is something wrong, father?" Damian asked.

"This year...marks seven years since she died," he started.

Staring at the sky too, Damian muttered, "Yeah."

Dick punched the twenty-five-year-old Damian in rage. Bruce did nothing to stop him. The man held his brother's collar, piercing his glares at him. Damian didn't say anything. He met Dick's eyes, confused about his anger.

"Your wife was in labor and you're worried about work?!" Dick shouted.

"I had an important meeting with someone from Dubai," Damian explaining.

Dick shouted again, "Stop making excuses! Don't you care?! Don't you love her?!"

Damian pushed his hands away. He fixed his tie, glancing up at his father who couldn't hide the fact that he was crying a few minutes ago. A nurse came by with her gaze on the floor. She greeted Damian and escorted him to the room where they kept the newborn babies. She showed him his baby and he took her into his arms.

"Mrs. Wayne told me that she would like to name this baby, Felicia," the nurse said.

"Yeah. She told me that once..." he nodded, gazing at the baby, "Can I...see my wife?"

There was a pause before the nurse nodded. He followed her to an exclusive ward. Damian froze when he saw his wife, pale and frail, sleeping in bed. Her breathing was ragged and she was coughing every minute. He ran up to her after asking the nurse to hold little Felicia. He held her hands in his and she smiled sweetly at him.

"Why didn't you let them call me?" he asked her.

She smiled and replied, "I know you were busy with work, so I didn't want to bother you."

"My work is not my top priority, you know? What happened to you?" his voice cracked.

"My body was weak since I was pregnant with this little one... She may be our last," she explained.

Dick came in with a dejected face. "She coughed out blood when she was in labor. The doctor said she doesn't have much time."

"W-What?" the husband's voice cracked.

Daphne caressed his cheek. "Don't be sad. You have Dylan and Felicia now. Take good care of them," she said to him.

She coughed again, covering it with a cloth. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. Daphne heaved a sigh. Dick and the nurse left them alone. Damian held in his sobs as his tears poured down his cheeks. He hid his face in her hair. Daphne's holds on his arms were getting weaker and weaker.

"Damian…thank you…" she whispered.

Within ten minutes, her hands fell to her side, lifeless. Damian shook her a few times. He screamed her name at the top of his lungs, hugging her tight. The doctor and his nurses came in to check her. The husband was told to wait outside. Dick was pacing around the walkway while Damian sat down on a chair. The doctor came out to give the bad news. Dick fell to his knees, Bruce froze as shocked enveloped him. Damian was, of course, surprised to hear the news. He cried and screamed, running into the room and watching his wife's lifeless body. He fell onto his knees right beside the bed, crying out loud. His family had to calm him down.

"Daphne, I'm sorry…" he whimpered.

Damian wiped away a tear from his right eye. He took a deep breath before looking at his father. Bruce had finished his wine and was now staring at the empty glass. Alfred made an appearance with the Raven of the Titans. She was wearing a purple dress with a coat. She kept her hair long, just like how Daphne used to. Damian was surprised to see her. She vaguely smiled with a straight face. Bruce and Alfred left the two alone.

"It has been a long time, Damian," she said to him.

"Raven? You look...beautiful," Damian choked.

Chuckling, she muttered, "And here I thought you would never praise any other woman than your wife."

The man laughed awkwardly. Raven took out a shoe box with Damian's name written on it. He recognized the handwriting.

"I promised to hold on to it for her. She said whenever I feel like you're ready, I should hand it over to you," Raven explained.

"What is in it?" he asked.

"The box has your name on it, not mine, so I don't know what's inside..." the woman replied.

Damian took it. Raven excused herself to go meet Dylan and Felicia. The two children were busy eating and talking with Rex and Stella. Damian opened the box immediately. Inside were Daphne's Phoenix mask, her original hairpin, the matching rings that Delphinium had given on her fourteenth birthday and a folded piece of paper. When he took it, a photo slipped out of the paper. It was a picture of when Damian first moved here. Daphne was looking at him with her head tilted and a smile on her face while Damian was looking away with an annoyed face. He was reluctant to take a picture at the time but she managed to coax him.

To remember this day: the day Bruce Wayne had a son!

Daphne's voice echoed in his mind. Tears started to trail down his cheeks as he read the paper.

'I will always love you, Damian Wayne – Daphne Aldrin Grayson'

He covered his mouth as a loud sniff was coming. He had found the answer her was looking for. Dylan and Felicia ran up to him when they caught him crying alone. He gazed at his two children, resembling a lot more of his wife than him. They smiled at their crying father.

Were you happy having me as your husband? - Yes...

"Daphne, rest in peace..." he whispered.

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I was thinking of doing an art for Felicia, Dylan and their father. I will update it in my dA or deviantArt once I'm done.
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