Both Barbara and Dick had changed out of their costumes and into street clothes. The two of them sat on the couch. Facing them was Sam Young. They sat in silence.

Terry walked down the stairs. "Both Mom and Matt are sleeping and Diana's tucked into bed. I got a call from Max. Ra's is now in police custody." He took a seat on the couch next to Barbara. "I wonder what they're going to think of him…her…" He shrugged. "Whatever."

"He'll be out again in no time." Dick avoided looking at Sam. "He's had centuries to build up his power base."

Silence again fell in the room. Sam finally cleared his throat. Looking at his wife, he asked, "Are you going to stay that way?"

Barbara looked down at her hands. "I don't know, hon."

Terry cleared his throat. "When Bruce got his youth restored, it wore off eventually."

"How long?" Dick asked.

The younger man frowned as he tried to remember. "Two weeks? Maybe more."

Barbara sighed and held her face in her hands. "I cannot just disappear for two weeks. I'm not a hermit like Bruce."

"Say you're recovering from your ordeal. You're taking a highly earned vacation to some remote resort somewhere in the middle of nowhere." Terry shrugged.

"How do you know that you _will_ change back?" Sam asked. He stared at Barbara and tried to see his wife in the stranger sitting across from him.

"I don't. I just have to trust." Barbara's voice was flat. She sighed and leaned back in her seat. "But this isn't the issue here, is it?"

Sam did not look at her.

"Fine. I was Batgirl. Are you happy now, Sam? It's out in the open."

"No, I'm not happy, Barbara. You were hiding something this big from me for all those years! I thought that you trusted me."

She reached out and grasped his hand firmly in one of her own. She stared into his eyes, blue to brown. "I do trust you, hon. But you have to understand, there was a lot more to this than just me. There was also Bruce, and Dick, and Tim. And then Terry came along…It wasn't just my secret to tell."

Sam frowned. "Tim?" he asked.

"Robin. He…he went through some pretty traumatizing things right before he retired. Having it dragged out into the open would have hurt him more than I would ever be willing to do." She squeezed his hand. "Sam?" she asked gently.

He squeezed back. "I can't say that I like it, Barb. But I do understand." He smiled weakly at her. The smile became more concrete when she got up and changed seats so that she was sitting close to him.

"So, we okay, Sam?" Barbara asked softly.

He hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, hon. We're okay."

Dick and Terry shared a grin.

* * *

When Clark finally returned from the JLU mission, both Dick and Barbara had aged decades. Her hair still had a reddish tint to it and his was still darker than it was before but for the most part, they were back to normal.

Clark landed on the front porch of Wayne Manor and rang the doorbell. He was surprised when an African-American man answered the door. "Excuse me…"

The man grinned and stuck out his hand. "Sam Young. You must be Clark."

Clark shook hands with Sam. "You're Barbara's husband."

"That's right." There was a note of pride in his voice. "Come in. They're all in the kitchen."

"What's going on?" Clark followed the other man. He could hear voices in the distance.

Sam shrugged. "Nothing really. We're just having a little get together."

When they entered the kitchen, greetings were called out to the new arrival. Clark sat down at the table and accepted a plate of food with a smile at Mary. "So, I heard you had an adventure without me," he said as he took a bite.

Dick grinned. "Aw, it was nothing the Bat-family couldn't handle."

Barbara smirked. "You know us, Kent; we're like that bunny. We just keep going and going and going…" She ducked as Dick swatted at her.

"And here I thought that it was Grayson who made the lame jokes," Diana commented with a wink.

The adults laughed at Terry's confusion. He shared a look with Matt and they both shook their heads.

Clark put down his fork. "Well, Bruce would have been proud of you. All three of you."

The smiles faded a bit as they remembered the first Batman. Finally, Terry spoke up. "Thanks, Clark. That means a lot."

Dick and Barbara nodded in agreement.

Clark smiled and picked up his fork again. "Don't mention it. I'm just telling the truth." He put a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Terry sat back and looked around the room contentedly. Three years ago, his family had consisted of only two: him and his father. And then, with his father gone, he had a new family with his brother and mother. And then there was Bruce, which made four. Now…now his family had more than doubled. He mentally ticked them off in his head. There were seven currently in the room, plus Dana and Max, which made nine. Then there was Ace, so that was ten. He cannot forget Tim, who was still family in the hearts of Dick and Barbara. And finally, there was still Bruce. He may be gone physically, but he was still very much there in spirit.

Eleven.

Enough to fill both hands and still have one left over. Terry smiled and he wondered how his family will grow and change in the days to come. He looked forward to it.



--fin--



A/N: Yes, this is really it. This is really THE END. Thanks to everyone who has been reading and giving me such wonderful comments. The main reason I ended this story is that, well, I just don't have the time to keep it going. I would love to continue and play around with "what ifs" some more, and I may in future stories, but for now, this is it. I want to spend some time on some of my other stories, not to mention real life, which is taking up more and more of my time lately. Anyone who wants to continue, though, is welcome to. Thanks again to everyone. I really had fun, and I hope that you did as well. ~Gaeriel Mallory