Disclaimer: I do not own Nightwing or any of the other characters in this story.
AN: I am sorry this chapter took so long. The plot bunny has been VERY uncooperative and annoying. But, here it is. The LAST chapter in End of Nightwing2. It's been a fun story. There may be a sequel to the sequel, but school and work are eating up huge amounts of my time. So we will see what happens.
Chapter 3
2042
Dick Grayson stood at the edge of the roof of his building, looking out over the city of Bludhaven. He was not wearing his customary disguise, due to both the relative darkness of the roof and the fact that the light post under his perch was aimed directly down so it would blind anyone looking up.
He didn't move as a figure landed stealthily behind him, but simply said, "Evening, Donna."
"Hello, Dick. How'd you know it was me?" Donna asked as she walked up beside him.
"Superman doesn't wear your brand of perfume," Dick answered with a flash of his usual grin.
"Funny, Dick. Very funny," Donna replied as she lightly smacked him on the back of the head.
"It's true though. Superman uses cologne."
"Don't make me smack you!" Donna replied with a grin.
Dick chuckled as he turned to face Donna, one foot up on the parapet, "I take it that you're here to tell me about your upcoming leave of absence from the Titans?"
Donna looked at him, startled. "How'd you know about that? I just decided last night!"
Dick grinned at her, "I have my sources. What's up, dollface?"
Donna made a face at Dick as she smiled, then sobered with a sigh. "I'm tired, Dick. One crisis after another and the Titans keep getting younger. There's no stability anymore. So I've decided to leave for a while, go back to Themyscira for a few years and rest."
Dick placed a hand on Donna's shoulder, "I knew things had been rough, but I didn't realize they were that serious."
Donna smiled as she lightly patted his hand, "Forty years of stress, honey. That, and losing old friends. I don't want to see anyone else I know die of old age while I just keep going, never aging. Even Diana is aging since she left Themyscira. True, it's rather slow, but she is! I'm not."
Dick gently pulled Donna into an embrace, holding her gently, "I know, Donna, I know. I look at Bruce and Selina and remember what they were. Vic, Gar, Wally, even Clark! The only stability I've had over the past twenty or so years is my job in Bludhaven, Roy, Garth, and you. Though I can't vouch as to how stable Roy is."
Dick smiled as Donna laughed softly, "Now, with losing Bludhaven, I have to see how the time has passed. That's one reason I'm going to Haley's Circus. Going back home. It's an entirely different world, and it's one I've missed.
"Donna," Dick said as stepped back, his hands lightly resting on Donna's shoulders, "I know that a few decades ago you and Roy had a rather serious relationship. Would I be out of line in assuming that if you and he were more than just friends that you wouldn't be going to Themyscira?"
Donna looked up at Dick, her gaze questioning as she replied, "Roy and I have been just friends for over thirty years, Dick. Why?"
Dick looked out over his city, then looked over at Donna as he slowly went down to one knee, "Donna, we've been friends for over forty years. We've gone through high times, low times, and hell together."
Dick looked up at her as he took a small box out of his jacket pocket, "I love you dearly, Donna, and I know you love me. I know you were planning on going to Themyscira, but would you considering running away with me to join the circus? As my wife?"