That's how you start a book. Am I right or what? If your mad at me, take it up with my manger, IMiller13.

Enjoy chapter #1

~Ems~

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(Thirteen years later)

(Luna's/Lucy's POV)

Dick sent me letters every year. I loved hear about my girls. The last letter he sent me said:

(Start of letter)

Dear, Lucy Grayson

This is your less then happy husband. I miss you a lot. So much I can't put into words how I miss you.

Rosie is turning into quite a crime fighter. She has a new hero name. Nightingale. I miss when she was Finch. She has been Finch since age 8. But Nightingale is fine by me. Its seems like yesterday she was taking down her very first bad-guy at age 8. Oh how time flies around here.

She looks a lot like you. She's like a mini you. I'll put pictures of her in the letter as well as a few of Clare. I can't get many of Clare, but I did get a few out of your parents.

Clare according to your parents is fine. I had Bart Allen, you know the second Kid flash, check. Turns out she is quiet rascal. You were just like her when we were her age, as I remember. You and May gave me more bruises on me then any villain I fought. She is also a superhero, Sunlight. Clare's powers are based around the sun, like yours with the moon. Its a shame nether one got your powers. 

May and the rest of the girls are happy and healthy. As are my bothers.

Yes, Rosie can kick everyone's butts. Everyone but me and May. Damian still says he goes easy on her, but I don't believe that for a minute.

We are getting on each other's nerves and Bruce's for that matter. I'm surprised that he hasn't thrown us out yet. Poor Alfred. He takes care of all us, feeds us, and some how manages to help all of us on missions. Its a wonder that he hasn't gone crazy. 

Love your poor, lonely, husband,

Richard Grayson

(End of letter)

I kissed the letter and put it on my counter top and looked at the picture of the girls.

Clare in her Sunlight suit. Her blond hair flowed out behind her just like mine when I was younger. Then there was one of her school pictures. She looked bored and unhappy in that one in her cheerleader outfit. She on the top of a pyramid of fellow cheerleaders, pom-poms raised above her head. 

Then I looked at the pictures of Rosie. There were five. One of her sparing in the Batcave with Damian. Then one that looked like it had been taken a second later. Rosie had her foot firmly planted in her uncle's chest. The look on Damian's face said help me. I laughed out loud. It felt good to laugh again.

The picture after that one showed Rosie dressed like a real teenager, wearing a purple sweatshirt with a black jacket over it. Her eyes were cover by dark sunglasses, just like her dad at her age.  The next picture was of my little girl all suited up as Nightingale. The final picture was a school picture. She looked like she would jump out of the chair in a second. Her purple eyes were framed by rich black curls. Dick was right, she did look like me. 

I couldn't believe Rosie was 14, almost 15 and Clare was 17. My girls were beautiful, young heroes, without a care in the world.

I wondered if ether one had kept the letters or the lockets I gave them the day I had to leave.

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You can really tell Lucy misses the girls and Dick but she can't go back to them.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of Heroes of Tomorrow.

~Ems~