AN: This is my last chapter. If you haven't been reading the note in my other chapters, I will be posting a sequel. And a mini story that's a one-shot/crossover between this (YJ) and Green Lantern: The Animated Series. If any of you will be interested. It will star Hazelle. Anyways, last chapter. Resolution. It's gonna be weird not writing this story anymore. Hm. Anyways, without further adieu, here it is, the thirteenth and final chapter of The Not-So-Normal Story of Sarah B. Logan!

Chapter 13: First Dates and Second Impressions

A week after the "Intergang" incident, my doorbell rings three times before I can get to the door. Immediately I know that it's Jason. I jump over the back of the couch, which I was sitting on next to my dad watching a Friends DVD, and open the door. Jason stands there, a relatively small package wrapped in black paper in his hands.

"Hey Jay. What's up?" I ask, eyeing the parcel. "The sky." He replies, and walks right into the apartment without an invitation. Well, at least I know that he's not a vampire.

He flops down on the couch next to my dad and my dad gets up immediately, mumbling something about getting a coffee and going into the kitchen. "So, what brings you to my humble home?" I ask Jason, flopping down on the couch next to him. He's changed the TV from Friends to WWE.

"This." He tells me, and hands me the package. I open it and gasp as I see what's inside. "Is this-" "A brand new Acer Inspire laptop, already equipped with all kinds of Microsoft and Adobe programs and Bat stuff that I don't fully understand? Yes, yes it is." Jason smiled at me. "Why?" I ask. "Because." He replies simply. I don't argue.

"Is that the only reason you're here?" I ask, though I'm too busy playing with my new laptop to fully process his answer. "Well, I was going to ask you out, but, wrestling." He grins. "Whoa, whoa, wait. You were going to ask me out?" He hops up from the couch, turning off the TV, and his grin is even wider than before. "Shall we?" He asks, holding out an arm. I take it without hesitation and find that I'm grinning just as wide as him.

Hazelle took a deep breath and held up the key card Alfred had made her to the scanner at the gates of Wayne Manor. The gates swung inward and Hazelle began the relatively long walk to the Manor itself. By the time she gets there Dick is already waiting for her at the door.

"Hi. Um, I'm here to see Alfie, he said-" "Oh, no. Alfie isn't here right now. He never comes in on Sundays. I wonder why he'd tell you that?" Dick wonders aloud. Hazelle shrugs and turns as if to leave.

"Sorry for bothering you. I'll just-" "No. You don't have to leave. You can still stay here and hang out with me-uh, us. Me and Timmy." Dick says hurriedly. "Really? I kind of thought you hated me. I mean, Sarah just walks in one day with me without permission and you had to wait years to tell your friends who you are." Hazelle tells him, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.

"No! No. Sorry. I definitely think we got off on the wrong foot. How about I close the door, and then you knock and I open it and we pretend it's the first time we ever met. Yeah?" He asks Hazelle. "I don't know. I'm not really one for first impressions." Hazelle tells him sheepishly.

"So think of it as a... a second impression! Come on. I really want to meet you. For real this time." Dick says to her hopefully. She looks up from her shoes and smiles. "Okay." She says, and closes the door. She knocks again.

It's opened immediately. "Hi. I'm Dick Grayson. Who are you?" He asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She smiles even wider than before and replies, "Hi. I'm Hazelle Coleson."

I get off of Jason's motorcycle in front of the zeta tube. "So now are you going to tell me where we're going?" I ask Jason as we get into the abandoned photo booth side by side, as if we were really about to take pictures. "Nope. But I do have another surprise." Jason tells me.

The computer comes to life and scans us. "Recognized Bluejay B-13, Falcon B-12." It says. "It calls me Falcon now? And why am I B-12 instead of A-08?" I ask him. "Yes and because you are now officially a member of the Team!" He tells me excitedly. "The Team?" I ask him. He nods. "That's okay with you right?" He asks me. I nod vigorously. "Yes! That's so awesome! And you're on the Team too! Yes!" I shout.

He grins at me. "Come on. Before the French people start staring." He says, and grabs me hand and tugs me out of what is now a phone booth. "French people?" I ask, before realizing that we are standing a few blocks away from the Eiffel Tower. "Holy crap. Are we in-" "Paris, France? Yes." He tells me, a smug smile quickly growing on his face. "Best. Boyfriend. Ever! Oh my god!" I cry, and then turn and kiss him.

"Now come on. If we show up at the place I booked looking like this, I think the host might have a heart attack." Jason pulls me along towards a street dedicated solely to fancy little boutiques. I don't protest.

One outfit change (and 500 dollars! France is Expensive with a capital E) later, we are strolling through the streets of Paris on our way to the Eiffel Tower. Jason bought me a fancy black skirt and a pale blue blouse, as well as a gold necklace with a little bird hanging from it, while he got dress pants and a white shirt. Apparently, in France, what you wear is how you're judged, so, not that different from America, except here, no one except tourists wear skinny jeans.

We bought some food from little croissant carts (like pretzel carts in New York. They're everywhere!) and we're planning on having a mini picnic on top of the Eiffel Tower. Then we're going sightseeing like classic tourists until dinner, which is when we have reservations somewhere that Jason won't tell me.

Most people are in line for the elevator, which will take them halfway to the top, but we, being the sporty and adventurously dangerous Bats that we are, are going to climb the stairs! (Dramatic gasp.) By the time we're halfway, I'm exhausted and Jason has barely broken a sweat.

We break for a bit and then continue onwards. We eventually get to the top, where we make a resolution to take the elevator back down, or maybe change into our Bat outfits and grappling hook our way back to the ground. We eat our croissants, which are delicious, and then climb back down to elevator level.

By the time we get back to the ground, we only have two hours before 8:00, Parisian time, which is when our reservations are scheduled, so we quickly head out to our next destination, the Seine. Apparently, the Seine is one of the most romantic places in the world, which is why I'm so surprised that Jason chose to come here.

I quickly find out why though, as he gives me his own personal tour, pointing out how Joan of Arc's ashes were thrown into this very river, and how hundreds of murder victims have been thrown in here. I'm starting to wonder why this spot is supposed to be so romantic.

Soon we're in a taxi heading to what Jason said is supposed to be one of Paris's most famous restaurants. When we stop, Jason gets out first and holds the door open for me. I step out and thank the driver, before Jason takes my arm and leads me into the restaurant. "Welcome to l'Astrance!" He tells me, a smile on his face.

Even though I've never heard of this place, Jason assures me that the food is fantastic. I ask him how he knows and he tells me he heard it on the Internet. I roll my eyes.

"Bonjour monsieur! Je m'appelle Jason Todd et cette belle fille est Sarah Logan, et nous avons une reservation sous le nom de Wayne." Jason tells the man at the podium in impeccable French. The man, who has a stereo-typical French mustache, flips through a huge book in front of him for what seems like ages before finding our reservations.

"Ah, oui. Suivez-moi, monsieur Todd et mademoiselle Logan." The man tells us. "He said to follow him." Jason whispers to me, than grabs my hand and pulls me along after the man.

Soon we're sitting at a table for two, set extravagantly with about 20 billion forks. The man returns and gives us both menus, and then returns to his podium. "Here, order this." Jason tells me, pointing to something on my menu. I shrug and say, "Sure," as I have no idea what anything is.

Jason orders for both of us, since I don't know how to pronounce anything and would probably insult the waiter who's serving us. Eventually our food comes. It's fantastic! I don't even know what it is and I love it!

Soon my plate is empty and my stomach is full, and Jason takes the bill without letting me see it. I'm kind of glad, because I know that it's probably crazy expensive and I really don't want to have more guilt added to my conscience.

It's about 9:30 Parisian time when we zeta back to Central City. It's only 2:30 back home, so I decide to take Jason to one of my favourite places in the city, after we change back at my apartment. When we get back to my house, I carefully fold my new clothes and out them in my closet, then change back into my jeans and Hello Megan T-shirt.

This time I play tour guide (and I also drive) as we zoom through the streets. I point out some of my favourite restaurants, my elementary school, Central City High, the mall my friends and I always shop at, the crappy mini Best Buy where I got all my electronics before meeting the Bats.

Soon, we're in Central Park. I know, I know, we're not in New York. It's just a play on words, you know, since we're in CENTRAL City, it's a PARK. I'm probably over-explaining this.

There is a playground part of the park and a nature part of the park that's attended to by all these nature-loving people who have time on their hands. I join them sometimes to get a credit at school.

For the next few hours, we run around playing tag and hide-and-seek, go on the playground equipment, and generally behave like five-year-olds hopped up on sugar. We completely lose track of time and pretty soon it's nearly 6:00. Even though we technically already had dinner, we go to my favourite burger place and each get a burger.

At about 7:30, we go back the park and walk around the flower beds and such. At about 8:00 we flop down on a hill overlooking the whole park and just lie there for awhile, leaning on our elbows and staring up at the night sky.

I point out some constellations before I realize that I've stopped looking at the sky and am staring at Jason's face, which is roughly five inches away from my own. Jason's staring at me too.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He whispers. It sends chills down my back. "No." I tell him. "Well they should've." He tells me. Already I can tell he's leaning in to kiss me. "You know, if we were in a movie right now, the camera would pan away from us right as were about to kiss and show the sky, and there would be fireworks, and one of them would spell out 'The End'." I tell him. He just smiles and kisses me. I don't protest.

Unbeknownst to Sarah and Jason, the rest of the team is crouched behind a tree right at that moment, spying on the couple. "Awwwww. They're so cute!" M'gann exclaims. Artemis loads a special set of arrows into her quiver and shoots them into the air. They explode into fireworks, and coincidentally, Robin had rigged one to spell out 'The End.'

AN: I have been planning that ending for so long you have no idea. Anyways, that's the end. Oh my gods. WHat do I do with my life?! Oh that's right, I have twenty billion other story ideas plus a sequel to this. YAY! I don't think I could bear leaving it just like this, especially since Jason and Wally 'die'. Anyhow, that's the end of A Not-So-Normal Story of Sarah B. Logan! If you want me to post a sneak preview to the sequel, Reality Torn, please tell me in the reviews! Thank you all for reading this, it's meant a lot to have all these people supporting my writing and liking YJ with me. So thank you to everyone who has favourited, followed, read, or reviewed this story. You are all OVERwhelmingly amazing. I love you all!