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A.N: It's been what years since I last posted anything in this. And well, this is the last drabble and I shall close the book on this one. It's been a fun ride. I guess I should also explain the last drabble a little. I'm getting into Young Justice, and in short I'm loving it. Well, I had a thought about what if Young Justice met the Teen Titans. Now I know that's kinda impossible via Cartoon World because of the whole continuity and Dick Grayson being in both. So, this is like a meshing of Cartoon and Comic Book, in that Tim is Robin. And that's about it. LOL. So enjoy :)

The Next Generation

The five of them stand on the cusp of change. It's the passing of a torch, who they were standing tall in front while those who they will be stand with pride off to the side. The long shadows of the setting sun paints the gleaming floor with deep hues of orange and red. The warmth fills the lobby of the new headquarters making the younger heroes fidget uncomfortably. The air seems to float with tiny dust particles. It feels like its confetti and how if they were doing this before the public, the streets would be littered with a cheering crowd and a rainbow sky of colored paper. Instead, there's a silence broken by the occasional soft clearing of a throat.

Grayson gazes to his left where Starfire stands quietly, her hair almost like a halo of fire in the blinding sunset. Her green eyes flicker to him and there's a hearth there, a steady friendship full of love and trust. She's just as tall as him, and her new tight purple outfit hugs her perfectly. Starfire has become a woman before his very eyes and her maturity and motherly intuition has only blossomed alongside her powers.

Next to her, Beastboy leans back and winks at him. He's grown himself, tall but still slim within the folds of his Doom Patrol uniform. His ears flicker with friendly agitation, eyes bouncing between him and the others. He still has a little way to go, but Grayson finds he doesn't want Beastboy to lose that childish manner. His youngest friend has become the much needed spirit in the group, a light in the darkness that reminds them of what they are fighting for and to simply enjoy life.

Shifting, Grayson blinks quickly to his right, where the remainders of his original team members stand quietly. Raven is elegant in her white robe, her long purple hair swept back in a lose manner that cuts away from her gothic demeanor. Her own slim form peeks out and speaks of how much she's filled into her body, finding an inner strength of who she is. The confidence is a quiet hum, yet as her violet eyes peer at him, it shines forth. Her support is there and he feels a tiny brush against his mind to go ahead. That Beastboy and Kid Flash will get agitated pretty soon here and launch themselves towards the kitchen.

He tilts his head back and looks at his last friend. Cyborg stands sure and strong, a general almost in his posture. One who demands respect despite his appearance which peeks through the dress pants and white shirt. The ingrained robotic parts shine in the dying light like medals upon a soldier's dress blues. Arms folded behind his back, the chiseled face turns slightly and Grayson soaks in the lined face of a man who's been through much but has a clad-iron will that matches his mechanical make-up. A red eye flares in the light but it's the steel blue that Grayson locks onto. A tiny twitch of support and it's a go.

Focusing back to the group in front, Grayson takes in the six young superheroes. Their new teammate Artemis stands slightly to the side, uncomfortable and not really willing to sign on completely. She relishes her freedom, much like her predecessor Speedy, whose out on some covert mission, his presence sorely missed. "We all come from different backgrounds, for different reasons and motives." Artemis shuffles on her feet, glancing to the side before her shoulders slump as if a weight's been lifted if only briefly.

Smirking, Grayson folds his arms across the blue V that decorates the front of his black uniform. He locks eyes on the shy Martian, whose fingers are curling into her cape, the coloring of her uniform shifting from black to purple to blue. Stretching out his smile, he lets the warmth that fills the room blanket over his words.

"So, today, we stand before you not as your superiors."

He watches as M'gann relaxes and he moves onto the next member. The young man in a jeans and black shirt with the red S scowls at him, arms folded over his chest. He doesn't even flinch or break eye contact; instead he seems to goad it. Grayson tries to fight back a chuckle for this one will be a hand full.

"We are not here to hold your hand or dictate orders."

The gruff nod of agreement from Superboy and Grayson feels as if he just diffused a bomb. Moving on, he can't help but shake his head at one of the younger team members. In his yellow uniform, goggles propped on his red hair, the boy bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Team work doesn't come easy. It will take time and patience and sometimes you might want to tear each other apart."

Kid Flash rolls his eyes but seems to sag into place for the time being. Staring now in front of him, Grayson takes in the one who bears his name even if the uniform colors are different. The raven-hair kid looks serious, face devoid of any of the snarky attitude he inherited from him.

"But over time, through trials that will test your strength, resolve and loyalty, the bonds forged are one of a kind. You will become family to each other, brothers and sisters even though you are not related by blood."

Robin quirks the corner of his lips and Grayson lets himself return the tiny smirk. Locking onto the leader of new team, he takes in the lean form of a young warrior who stands ready for action. Webbed hands slightly lax at his side, the red and blue swimsuit compliment the broad shoulders for which the weight of the team will rest on. Grayson finds that they couldn't have picked a better leader.

He waits till Aqualad fixes silver eyes onto him. "We are here to help you as well, look at us like your older siblings. Our doors are always open for you, if you ever need a break or just need to rant about the Justice League."

The older superheroes who stand to the side all lock their eyes on him. Superman though smiles, while Martin the Manhunter merely blinks. Green Arrow's shoulders are shaking lightly from light chuckles. Meanwhile Flash huffs and scratches the back of his head, his own fidgety nature kicking in. Aquaman sighs, shaking his head and sending a quick look at Batman. Batman though is merely stone, no expression lining his cowled face. Black Canary, with a silent Red Tornado, motions with her eyes to get back on track.

Sending a flirty smirk at her, earning an eye roll in response, Grayson turns back onto the young group. "We, once known as the Teen Titans now simply called the Titans welcome you, Young Justice. May you kick as many villainous butts as you can and maybe on day you'll beat our record."

Incredulous, annoyed looks rain on him as Starfire slams an elbow into his side. Grunting slightly, he rubs his side, letting out a light laugh. "Fine, fine. Welcome to the family. Now, how about we eat?" With a smack and rub on his black and blue gloves, the ceremony is over.

There's applause amidst the whoops of relief and joy. Beastboy and Kid Flash zoom to the food table right behind Flash. Superboy and M'gann walk side by side towards their respective mentors. Superman finally is warming up to him, even gives the young clone a pat on the shoulder. Raven and Cyborg gather Aqualad and the trio goes to mingle with the rest of the superheroes, who are all making their way towards the kitchen wanting to at least get some food before the Flashes and Beastboy eat it all.

Starfire squeezes his arm, leaning into whisper. "Good job," before nabbing Artemis and starting a conversation with her as they join the rest of the group, leaving three remaining in the lobby.

Robin steps up to him, letting go of the serious face and letting that playful brat shine through. Really, Grayson muses, he was a bad influence on his little brother. Holding up a hand, Robin pretends to wipe a tear from his masked eyes. "That was such a moving speech, Nightwing. Oh my god, that was like Oscar worthy."

In a flash, Nightwing lunges forward to lock his arm around Robin's neck and pulls him in close and hard. Raising his other hand, he digs his fist lightly into the thick hair. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you the first time."

Robin is fidgeting in his grasp, trying to escape the playful rough housing. "Well maybe if you took the batarangs out of your ears, you would have heard me."

"Oh is something wrong with your ears? Do I need to clean them?"

By now, Robin is kicking at him yet Nightwing dances lightly away, dragging Robin with him across the darkening floor. Night is spilling into the sky with navy colors, the stars piercing through the black veil.

"Let me go! Nightwing, come on! Dude, I thought you're supposed to be the mature one here!"

"Yeah, well I'm also your older brother and older brothers are given the privileges to torment their young brothers."

"I swear to God if you do it, I'm going to—"

Sighing, Nightwing breaks the hold, laughing as Robin tumbles a few feet away. "Fine, fine."

Robin scowls at him as he tries to fix his cape. "This ain't the Cave."

"Wow," teases Nightwing, "Ever the Detective." He's grinning ear to ear as the younger one flusters before him like a puffed up bird.

"Nightwing. Robin."

Batman's voice pierces softly in the dark room, nightfall completely engulfing the outside world. The two wards peer up and take in the barely outlined form of Batman etched from the soft golden light emitting from the dining room down the hall. Their mentor and father stares down at them with masked eyes soft at the edges. Yet, it's the hint of a smile, shining with the remaining warmth from the sunset that makes them fidget awkwardly yet humbled at the same time. Batman rarely lets Bruce peek under the hood.

"If you two have such energy, why don't you go patrol the city?" And it's there, the hidden message that he's proud of them both.

Nightwing peers around the older man towards where the party lies, the laughter and cheering slowly trickling in. Next to him, Robin leans to the side, eyes staring out with eagerness over the city.

Batman lets out a quiet sigh, another rarity and the two glance at each other before fixating back at him. "Though it would be a shame to let Alfred's pecan pie go to waste."

"Alfred made—"

"Pecan pie?"

"Yes," turning Batman begins to walk out of the room. In the reflection of a window, he catches Nightwing and Robin move as one towards him in perfect sync.

Robin jabs an elbow at his older brother, "Since when did you even like pecan pie?"

Jabbing back Nightwing snaps back, "Since before you did."

As his two wards fall in step behind, Batman finds himself relaxing slightly into the comforting presence of having the two at his side.

"Well I bet it's only because of Starfire. God, you two need to stop with the PDA." Robin's voice is light and cocky as always, that teasing laugh sneaking out.

Batman feels as if he should warn Robin what's going to happen, but really the boy should know by now. And in three, two, one…

Smack on the back of the head.

"Ow!"

Score one for the eldest and Nightwing knows it, his voice teasing even more. "Talk about out of practice. What? Are Spoiler and Batgirl too distracting for you?"

"Wha—" There's a tumbling pause of denial than indignation flutters out. "I am not out of practice!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes."

"No."

The brotherly bickering starts and somehow Batman finds that he wouldn't want it any other way, even if the Bat Cave feels crowded at times.

A.N. Thanks everyone for reading these and all the support :) Take care y'all.