Notes: This is the final chapter. Those who look at my tumblr probably know what a pain it was to write this chapter. I had a feeling it would end the story but it was difficult to get there. I hope it doesn't disappoint. However, if there was anything else in this universe you wanted to say, leave it in your review and I might consider doing an extra chapter of things people want to see.

Chapter 26

Oracle had been grinning when they brought the plan to her, eyes sparkling behind her glasses as she commented, "I'm a little disappointed that you didn't come to me first. It would have made convincing Tim a little bit easier."

"It's not Tim I'm worried about convincing," Damian pointed out.

Oracle nodded her agreement with a grave face. "I wouldn't worry about that right now. Dick will try and keep him from shutting you down for a while. Jason and Tim won't take any action against you so you at least have a chance.

"Now, I have a job for you." Oracle turned back to her computer and Mar'i was certain she saw the flicker of a grin on Damian's face.

Oracle sent Damian after Two-face, who had been spotted at a number 2 house for the second night in a row. She gave him the address and he was off.

Oracle had then asked Mar'i a number of questions about her and her dad. She asked if Mar'i was happy living with her father, if Dick treated her well and if becoming a vigilante was really want she wanted.

Oracle kept repeating that she wouldn't mind more visits from Nightstar and that 'us girls need to stick together'. She also said something about the girl's club being so much cooler than the 'Robin Club'; Steph said so.

"It's happening!" Oracle announced. Around the city, a number of vigilantes paused at the sound of her voice through their comm.

Nightstar looked across at Red Hood, whose shoulders had tensed.

"Took 'im long enough," he muttered when he spotted her watching. He sounded flippant but she knew he wasn't. Understandable.

Batman was confronting Batman.

Damian had been going out as Batman for eight days before this confrontation. A long time, considering his father should have been able to find him whenever he wanted to.

Night after night, tension between the Gotham vigilantes had been going up. They had been waiting for this. It could end peacefully or it could end in a fight.

Nightstar shoved the knowledge of how likely it was to end in a fight to the back of her mind. She placed it with the knowledge of the number of bets on it ending in a fight.

They were close by. She made her choice.

"I'm going to make sure they don't kill each other," she said to Red Hood before dashing off. Her feet barely touched the ground.

Batman faced Batman. One shadowed in a Kelvar cape and one bound in a dark coat. Around them were a number of unconscious bodies in a Batman trap that was probably never intended to succeed. Just distract.

"Thanks for your help," Bruce growled at his son. "I'll take it from here." His jaw was clenched.

Damian crossed his arms over his coat and angled his head defiantly.

"Really?" he questioned. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Maybe if you answered my calls," Bruce snapped back.

Damian had been avoiding the calls after the first one had involved his father saying he was disappointed and ordering him to 'stop playing around'. Bruce had seemed determined to solve this as Bruce and Damian rather than on the streets as Batman and Batman. Nightstar wondered if something had changed or if this had happened outside of Bruce's plans.

"I've been doing this for a week," Damian pointed out. "People are catching on that there's two Batmen out on the streets. I'm not trying to be you but, I am going to be a Batman."

"That's-"

Damian could see the stubbornness on his father's face. He knew what his next words would be. 'Something, something, stop being Batman, something.'

"It wouldn't be the first time there was more than one Batman."

Bruce glared. He was caught there.

"This is different."

"No one else has a problem with this," Damian pointed out.

"They're not me now, are they?"

Nightstar's body tensed. She was going to go down there and give Grandpa Bruce a talking to. He had no right!

A hand came down on Nightstar's shoulder. She jolted and turned to see her dad. She hadn't heard him coming at all! He held a finger to his lips; quiet.

The expression on her face must have said what she thought about that.

"They need to work it out between themselves," Dick whispered to her.

"Like that's going to happen," Nightstar muttered back. "He's not going to listen to a thing the new Batman says."

"I know you want to go help your friend but he can handle himself," her father responded.

Nightstar wasn't convinced. 'Friend?' she mouthed, testing it out. "How'd you know I was here?" she quietly questioned.

"Red Hood told me," he responded with a fond grin.

Uncle Jason. The traitor.

Her father gave a quiet chuckle. "Besides, I don't think we're the only ones watching." He motioned around them.

Nightstar could see Red Robin sitting outside, almost out of sight. Red Hood was flanking the other side of the entrance. Her father pointed to where Cassandra was sneaking closer to them.

Bruce huffed a sigh.

"Back to patrol," he ordered the eavesdroppers with a pointed look in Red Robin's and Red Hood's direction.

Red Robin jumped to his feet, turning so he was visible from the door. While Nightstar expected him to speak, it was actually Red Hood who spoke.

"No way. You might not think so but, this does concern us."

"Hood-"

Red Hood huffed angrily. "Don't. You need to learn to share."

Nightstar giggled as Bruce's face flushed in embarrassment. Even Damian looked baffled.

"We don't get to pick our replacements," Red Hood finished.

"I think I need to break this up," Dick muttered.

"Is that a good idea?" Nightstar commented.

"They look like they're about to exchange blows."

"Didn't you just tell me to stay out of it?"

Oracle's voice interrupted with, "Nightstar has a point, if you go down there, there'll be a fight."

Nightstar covered her mouth to hide her squeak. She had forgotten that Oracle was tapped into her comm.

"Hey-"

"If you get between Jason and Bruce, there'll be a fight and you know it. If you're hoping such a fight will distract from our new Batman, then you're just employing a band-aid solution and you know it. It's not going to work in the long term."

Dick pouted, shoulders sinking and lip trembling.

"It'll be fine," Oracle assured him.

Nightstar wasn't certain but, she was certain Oracle said something over the Batmen's comms. Bruce straightened and moved his hand to where his ear was under the cowl, while Damian's scowl lightened a little.

"What did she say?" Dick wondered quietly as Bruce left, cape trailing behind him.

"So, what did Oracle say?" Mar'i asked Damian the next morning. He had offered to drop her off at school before heading over to the garage to help Colin with the latest job at the mechanic's. It sounded like some kind of older model of car as Colin sounded afraid to even touch it over the phone.

"Something about how Bruce and your father had made two Batmen work. Plus, she said something about how he had complained not having Batman as spread through the city as he wanted. He even stated that he wouldn't have minded having another to scout places of the city he couldn't make it to in one night."

Mar'i raised her eyebrows. Grandpa Bruce had been pushing Damian out of the work even though he needed the help. "That idiot."

"Not nice," Damian said with a grin.

"Don't have to be nice all the time."

"Father's going to split the city between us. Gotham's really expanded over the past five years. He might not say it, but I think Nightstar's help will be appreciated."

"Hmm," Mar'i mused, as Damian pulled up outside her school. "She might have to check her timetable."

"If it helps, I know what she's doing Saturday," Damian said. He had a savage grin on his face, one which made Mar'i worry about her future.

"What?" she questioned, tilting her head in confusion. She didn't remember making any plans.

"Helping me move in to my new apartment."

"What?" He didn't even bother to ask!

"Your father volunteered your services. Blame him," Damian said, getting the last word as he drove off.

Mar'i was frozen on the path for a few moments.

She pulled out her phone. As predicted, her father didn't pick up.

She left a message, starting with a very vexed bellow of: "DAD!"