"Was it a success?"

"Yes. Despite the boy's betrayal, he did gather the information that we sought, and I was able to extract it before his rescue."

"Good... good."

"Is it time for phase two?"

"Yes. Phase two is now in action. You have the order of targets?"

"I do. The League won't know what hit them."

With a dark chuckle, Deathstroke leaned back in his chair, single eye focused in on the pages upon pages of recreated data from the Batcave. He had known that the boy's photographic memory would come in handy at some point, but this was nearly too perfect.

The identity of every single hero and sidekick, their addresses, occupations, relationships.

His plan had been perfect.

And, best of all, the boy had no idea that what was coming was because of him. No, Deathstroke had made sure that all memories of Psimon had been erased from his mind, filled instead with layers upon layers of torture that no psychic in their right mind would willingly search through to even spot the missing memories.

It was perfect.

The Justice League would fall, all thanks to Richard Grayson.

~•~

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!" The Team sung, their voices joined by various members of the Justice League along with Roy and Jason.

Dick flushed with embarrassment, ducking his head shyly, turning into Bruce's chest ever so slightly in an attempt to hide. He was moved. Truly, he was, but... but this was a lot. Too much.

He had never had a birthday party before.

"Hey, kiddo... you okay?" Bruce whispered to him, turning his body to block Dick from view, protectiveness rearing its head as he noted how bashful Dick had become. "If this is too much, I can tell them to leave."

"No... no. This is nice. I... I've just... I-I've never had a birthday party before. I don't... I don't know what to do." Dick whispered, teeth sinking down into his lower lip as he stared down at the floor, feeling just that much more embarrassed.

However, he really should not have worried, as Bruce simply hugged him. "That's okay. Just try to relax, alright? These are your friends and family. You don't have to put on any kind of act around them. Just have fun. Be a kid. Let loose. Do whatever you want to do. Today is your day."

Slowly, Dick nodded, looking up at Bruce with tear filled eyes. "Thankyou... dad... I... thankyou."

"Of course." Bruce murmured back, voice choked with emotion as he gave Dick one last quick squeeze before letting him go with a gentle shove, nodding toward Wally who was practically vibrating with excitement. "Go. Have fun."

And have fun, Dick did.

Wally and Artemis taught him and the rest of the team how to play UNO and, once they had worn out that game, they played charades.

Sure, the game was not necessarily normal, as M'gann did not understand that shapeshifting was cheating, and Wally could not stay silent long enough to act anything out properly, but it was fun. Especially when Jason and Roy joined in, adding hilarious commentary and providing some killer impressions.

For the first time that he could remember, Dick really was having fun.

Because for the first time since his parents' deaths, Dick was truly and genuinely happy.

Dick was home.