This is going to be a whole lot longer then the last book. Have fun read it. I'll have a lot of fun writing and scaring you guy half to death.

~Ems~

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(Luna's/Lucy's POV)

"Dick, I don't have choice. I won't keep putting the girls at risk. I'll come back when the Joker isn't a threat to us any more", I said zipping up my bag and pulled it onto my back.

The Joker had some how found out who I was under my mask two weeks before. With Clare being only 4 and little Rosie was only a year old, I couldn't hope to protract them and the whole family's IDs from the Joker for long. And Clare and Rosie were just kids. I couldn't let my family be at risk because of me. So I was leaving to go into hiding.

"Luc, the Joker will never stop until you're dead", Dick said grabbing me by my shoulders.

"Then what do you suggest, Dick. That I kill myself", I shouted him and shoved him away from me. I walked down the stairs with tears flowing from my eyes. I walked into the dinning room to find my family sitting down for breakfast.

"We could fake your death", My father-in-law, Bruce Wayne said, folding up the newspaper and setting it down next to his plate.

It was 7 o'clock in the morning, much of the "Bat family" was up. I saw May, Tim, Jason, Ember, Zoey, Barbra, Damian, and Alfred all looking at me. All were eating breakfast, expect Alfred, who was making breakfast.

May as Songbird, Tim as Red Robin, Jason as Red Hood, Barbra as Batgirl, Bruce as Batman, Ember as Flicker, Zoey as Midnight, and Damian as Robin. Have in-laws and teammates that all had looks that could melt sold rock with a look makes any one stop in their tracks.

"How", I asked, whipping away my tears and pulling up a seat at the table.

"Fake a bad car wreck", May suggested, sitting on Tim's lap. They also had two children. Their youngest kid, Sam, was as old as Clare. May leaded back against Tim and kissed him. They really needed to get a room already. 7 years of being married hadn't changed that fact one bit.

"No the Joker would know something was up. And eventually find out that you were alive", Bruce said.

"What about a murder in an ally way. We all know how good you at being 'dead', Bruce. So the body would be no problem", Dick said, taking a seat next to me.

"What about Clare and Rosie", I said.

"I can raise Rosie here in Gotham and Clare can go to your parents in Star city", Dick said.

It was agreed. I got ready from my 'death'. Just before I left, I went in to Clare's room and left her part of a note. Then I went into Rosie's room and did the same thing. It maybe nothing, but I put the vowels on Clare's note and the consents on Rosie. The letters matched up to tell the girls where I would be and what I would look like from then on. I also left each girl a locket of all of us as a family. It was the whole 'Bat family' in normal clothes on one side. On the other side, the picture was with all of us in our suits.

"I'll miss you baby girls", I said looking back up at Wayne Manor. It had been my home for such a short time, yet I would miss it more then any thing else. Expect Dick, my loving, funny, hero of a husband. We had only been married for 6 short years.

I looked down at the necklace in my hand. It would make it so no one but me would see the really me. I put it around my neck and walked away from Wayne Manor. The rain pored down my face and washed my tears away.

I knew that my life as Lucy Hazel Ricks Grayson was over. But I also thought it was just starting to get interesting.

~Time Skip one week~

(Nightwing's/Dick's POV)

I held Rosie in one arm and held Clare's hand in my other.

The funeral for Lucy was a quiet event. Only close friends and family. It rained hard. May cried the hardest. Lucy and her had been like sisters. I could tell Tim's suit's shoulder was pretty wet from his wife's crying. Bruce, Damian, and Alfred's faces were masks of stone. Barbra, Ember, and Zoey freely cried into each other's shoulders. Lucy's mother wore a vale made of black lace so I couldn't see her face. Lucy's father wore a mask of stone like Bruce. I shed quiet a lot of tears. Not only had I lost Lucy, but I was going to loose Clare after the funeral. All I would have to reminder me of Lucy would be the pictures and Rosie. It felt my whole world was ending. Everyone expect the girls and Lucy's parents knew that Lucy was alive, but it made us feel worst knowing that she was only just out of reach.

Afterwards, Clare's grandparents came to take her to Star city. Bruce toke Rosie inside so she wouldn't get sick. I stayed out side in the rain, looking at Luc's headstone.

It read:

Here Lies Lucy Hazel Ricks Grayson

Beloved wife, mother, and daughter.

Age 26

May she rest in peace and Forever live the hearts of her family.

The funny thing was I never knew Lucy's middle name was Hazel. I wasn't truly broken up about her 'death'. I was really broken up about her leaving. She had had my back for so long. It felt like Wally's death all over again.

"I miss you already, my lovely moon", I said. I got up and walked into the house, leaving behind a white rose on her grave.

'Gotham's going to be short a hero now. And as am I. What are we going to do without our lovely moon tonight', I thought as I entered the house and was welcomed with a huge hug from Rosie.

I pulled back after a little while and looked at my 6 month old daughter. She looked back at me with the same purple eyes that were framed by dark black curls.

"You look like your mom Rosie", I said pick up my little Lucy/Rosie and toke her upstairs. We both went to bed afterwards.