AN: Alright, so I just posted chapter 45, and now this is the end. Thank you all so much for reading this story and sticking with me this long. You've all been so great and I'm so glad you've enjoyed this story!

"We could have at least waited for your arm to heal," Kori said, frowning at the cast as they stood in the freezing cold outside Superman's fortress of jackass-itude.

The last few weeks at the Manor had given Jason one hell of a case of cabin fever. He'd been officially able to move about on his own for a couple of weeks, but Alfred had put his foot down about when he was allowed to leave. And that wasn't until his over the elbow cast was downgraded to a regular forearm cast. He had waited exactly the length of time required for the cast to set, and then he'd bolted from the grounds. The Outlaws had gotten out of the city a mere half hour later and headed straight to the Arctic. Jason had made use of his convalescence, and now it was time to carry out his revenge.

Unfortunately, however, getting through the Fortress of Solitude's Bat-provided security was proving difficult in the intense cold, but Jason had taken advantage of his time at home and had fully raided the Batcave when the others were out patrolling the city. Batman's paranoia could actually come in handy at times. Like when he wanted to use that paranoia to break into a high-tech alien fortress. Bruce was actually the one to set up the Fortress's security in the first place, as Superman had apparently just been leaving the key on the doorstep like a moron, which meant that Bruce's security additions were completely spelled out in his files. The only way it would have been any easier was if Jason had both arms to work with.

And if he wasn't freezing his balls off, of course.

"That would have taken too long. I've been waiting for this since Christmas," Jason replied calmly. He sat back with a grin as the huge doors that looked as if they were carved from pure ice shifted open. The two men hurried inside, eager to get out of the cutting wind. Kori, dressed in next to nothing, followed leisurely behind. All three paused as soon as the doors were shut, eyes wide as they looked around the massive space.

"Okay then," Jason said after a moment of staring at the huge crystal towers.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Roy exclaimed, suddenly pissed. "Why is it that all the big shot heroes get the cool shit and we're pretty much taking a round the world tour of motels?"

"First off, we're not heroes, we're outlaws," Jason said, rolling his eyes as he pressed further into the space. It wasn't much warmer inside than it was out, but the wind chill was gone which helped dramatically. "Secondly, we have a kickass alien spaceship. And an island."

"The island isn't actually ours," Roy argued.

"It's ours," Jason countered firmly. He turned back to his two teammates and grinned. "So, shall we get started?"

Kori gave him a look that made it abundantly clear she was humoring him and probably only because of the incident with the Joker. She turned and headed off to explore the inner depths of the fortress all the same. Roy looked around, bouncing on his toes, no doubt trying to figure out where Superman stored all the good stuff—the stuff he thought was too dangerous to be held by humanity. Self-righteous asshole.

"Go nuts," he said, and Roy didn't need to be told twice. He took off eagerly and Jason turned his attention to the iced over ground of the large center room of the fortress. It would work perfectly for what he had in mind.

He pulled a can of red spray paint out of the pocket of his huge parka and got to work. Within a few short minutes JASON TODD WAS HERE was scrawled in huge block letters across the fortress floor. Jason grinned and tossed the can aside before turning his attention to the rest of the fortress. He wandered for a bit before he found the crystals that contained something approximating Superman's father. He didn't try to figure out how to use them. He could have, if he wanted. Bruce had mentioned them in his notes on the Fortress, and Jason could have delved deeper, figured out exactly how to get them working. But that wasn't quite the point.

Instead, he sat down to write the big guy a quick note.

Dear Superasshole,

This is what it feels like to have your deepest memories violated and put on display for someone else to see. But since I'm actually a decent person and not a hypocritical bastard, I left yours alone. It's called taking the high road, you prick. Pull the same shit again and I won't be so nice. Also, mind your own fucking business. Next time I shoot the Joker, it'll be with a kryptonite bullet. Consider yourself warned.

JT

Jason left the note pinned to a pillar of ice with one of the knives he wasn't super attached to, then he went back to find Kori and Roy. Kori had been carelessly going through what he guessed were the living quarters as there were Superman suits and what looked like Kryptonian robes scattered and tossed everywhere.

"Kryptonians," she scoffed, tossing another set of robes aside. "Horrendous taste in fashion."

He smirked. "You just have to look at the suit to tell that, Kori."

She made an agreeing noise in the back of her throat and they went off to find Roy. He was deep in the bowels of the fortress standing in a room that was either a trophy room or storage room, and his arms were completely full of foreign technological devices. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Having fun?" Jason smirked.

"Holy shit, Jaybird!" he declared in a rush. "We hit the motherlode!"

"We'll have to watch him," Kori spoke, amused. "He might just blow up the planet on accident. Then everything with the Planet Eaters will have been for nothing."

"Hey!" Roy protested, offended. "If I blow up the planet, it will be on purpose. I'm not an amateur."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Of course. Now grab what you're keeping and let's get out of here before the big blue asshole shows up."

Roy hurried forward and dumped a bunch of crap on Kori before snatching up a few more devices, including one that looked suspiciously like a flame thrower.

"Okay, I'm good!"

They were still over the polar icecaps when Jason's phone rang. He wasn't all that surprised to see it was Bruce.

"Don't answer it," Roy said immediately, but Jason was riding high and feeling daring.

He swiped his thumb across the screen and grinned as he spoke. "Is this you being a helicopter parent? I haven't even been gone a day."

Bruce ignored the question. "Why are you in the Arctic Circle?"

Jason frowned and put the phone on speaker, before he started dismantling the frame to look for the tracker. Bruce had promised he wouldn't use the comm to track him, and he was believing it for now. But he hadn't said anything about additional trackers. He should have known better, honestly.

Still, when in a bind, deny deny deny. "The Arctic Circle? The hell would I be doing in the Arctic Circle?"

"That's what I'm asking, Jason," Bruce said, voice pure Batman disapproval.

Jason rolled his eyes as he found the tracker nestled under the sound card. He crushed it between his fingers. What a completely obvious and unoriginal place to put it. It was like Bruce wasn't even trying.…Which was hella suspicious…. Bruce always tried. He was a master at planting trackers, and he was much more creative than this, so why had the tracker been so easy to find?

Obviously, because it was a decoy. Designed for Jason to find and dispose of so that he would think he was safe and wouldn't look for the real tracker. He glared at the phone and set it down so that he could pull off his jacket and start checking his gear.

Bruce was in for a world of surprise if he thought Jason was going to make things easy for him. He might have an easy enough time tracking the others, but he was going to make him work for it. "Why don't you tell me since you're the one who seems to think I'm there in the first place?" he retorted, yanking off his boots. Beside him, Roy sighed as Jason took a knife to the soles.

Bruce's voice cut in sternly. "You accessed my files last week. Specifically files on the Fortress of Solitude."

Ah. Jason thought he covered his tracks, but he supposed security had been updated more than once since he'd died. He really should have gotten Tim to give him a run through of the new security protocols, but the kid was still off in San Francisco pretending he didn't have a family. Hell, baby bird could have easily covered his tracks. Kid really needed to come back from California.

"Your accusation is erroneous and I am highly offended. Do you accuse the Replacement or Golden Boy of this kind of shit too, or am I just special?" he demanded, tossing the boots aside. A quick search of the rest of his gear revealed nothing, and Jason frowned as he tried to figure out where Bruce put the real tracker.

"I have video footage of you at the computer at the time the files were accessed."

Oh, Jason was not falling for that. He'd totally looped the footage before he even touched the computer. He was actually competent at his job, thank you very much. "Hypothetically, if someone did access the files, I'm pretty sure they would have wiped video evidence of it happening."

"I've put in secondary cameras and a secondary system, Jason," Bruce retorted, voice hard and unamused.

Jason rolled his eyes yet again. "Of course you did. Because nothing says paranoid bastard like redundant surveillance systems." And then his eyes widened as he jerked his gaze to his cast. Bruce had been hovering when Alfred did his new cast. Jason hadn't thought it any different than the hovering he had been doing for the past couple of weeks, and he'd been pretty focused on his conversation with Alfred. It would have been difficult to slip in without them noticing, but if anyone was capable of it, Bruce was. And nothing said paranoid bastard like slipping a tracker into his son's cast while he wasn't paying attention.

He pulled out one of his sharpest knives and Roy made a surprised noise as Jason put the sharp edge to the cast and started carefully slicing down.

"Enough, Jason," Bruce growled in annoyance. "Why did you break into the Fortress of Solitude?"

Jason started making fake static noises just because he knew how much such an obvious ploy would annoy the hell out of him. "B? You there? You're breaking up. I'm losing you, Dad—" he said, tossing the d-word in just to throw him off. Before Bruce could retort, he slammed the end call button. He pulled out the sim card and the battery just to be safe before turning his attention back to the cast.

"Jaybird? Why are cutting off your cast two weeks early?" Roy asked, staring at him like he'd grown another head.

"The phone was a decoy."

He sighed and shook his head. "Bats."

Jason was careful not to shift his left arm as he got the cast open, and sure enough, it took very little digging to find the real tracker. He crushed it with extreme prejudice.

"So now what?" Roy asked.

"Now we book it the hell out of dodge. It won't be long before Supes is here to investigate."

"Where do we go?" Kori asked. "Even with a spaceship, there's nowhere we can go that Superman can't follow."

"We get as far away as is physically possible without leaving the planet," Jason said, an idea forming in his mind.

"What, the South Pole?" Roy asked, unimpressed.

Jason grinned. "Guys. We're finally going to see the fucking penguins."

Roy stared at him in disbelief for a moment, but Kori laughed and nodded. "Yes. Let's go see the penguins."

"Yeah. Alright. Fine. Let's go see some penguins," Roy replied, even as he dug through the med kit for a temporary stabilizer for Jason's still broken arm. "I tell you what though, Jaybird. These better be some awesome penguins. I mean, I want them doing flips and shit."

"They'll be awesome," Jason replied with confidence. "And afterwards let's go somewhere with chilidogs and milkshakes."

"Now that, I fully support," Roy piped in.

He nodded. "And then, let's find some bad guys to shoot and some shit to blow up."

"Oh, so a normal day for the Outlaws," Kori said fondly.

Jason smirked. "Exactly. Just a normal day for the Outlaws."