The Last Chapter. Thanks again, everyone, for the reviews, favorites, alerts, and reading. I appreciate it.

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The two arrived in the foyer of Wayne Manor before the Riddler and his men. But not much before.

"Alfred?" Robin shouted. "Allllll-fred!"

"Hurry," Kid Flash, who had his ear against the door, hissed. "They're at the gate!"

"Okay, okay. Alll-fred!" Robin shouted again.

"I'm right here. Kindly use your inside voice, young sir," replied a crisp British voice as it moved from the kitchen towards the foyer.

"No, Alfred, stay back!" Robin called, waving his arms.

"Too late!" Kid Flash proclaimed, as he jumped back from the door, which promptly exploded all over the foyer, ripping the door off its hinges and tearing a huge hole in the front wall.

"My word," Alfred murmured calmly, although he looked like he wanted to cry. He had not heeded Robin's warning and had come into the foyer for this? This...this...abomination!

The Riddler had evidently been delayed in picking up some fresh goons because a whole passel of them invaded the entryway.

"Take care of them," Riddler shouted to his underlings. "I'll get the old man."

"Old man!" Alfred sputtered.

"Out of the way, Mr. Pennyworth," Robin shouted, diving in front of Alfred as the Riddler released yet another net from his cane. Alfred was pushed out of the foyer and towards the kitchen, although he hung on the threshold in case he was needed.

"You brat! Ruining my plans again!" Riddler shouted. He was especially incensed because Robin had avoided being caught in the net.

The vigilante kicked the net behind him, farther away from Riddler. "Bring it, Nygma."

Kid Flash, meanwhile, was running circles around the thugs, then periodically pausing to punch one of the dizzy guys. Just to spice it up, though, he also kicked a few and slammed a couple into the walls. For variety.

Since the Riddler had retreated, Robin was doing the same to the fresh batch of mooks that had rushed at him. A punch here, a roundhouse kick there, and any number of guys were flying into the walls or going down for the count.

In fact, that flying into the walls was proving to be something of a problem, as each successive man took a hefty chunk of plaster down with him.

Glimpsing Alfred out of the corner of his eye, Robin saw the butler's horrified expression as he looked at the ruined foyer.

"Hey, Kid Flash, let's take this outside. Mr. Pennyworth isn't a fan of the destruction!"

Kid Flash turned quickly to look at Alfred. He didn't look good. "He does look positively apoplectic!" With that, Kid Flash started heaving goons out the door (well, hole in the wall). After a few more punches, Robin did the same.

For a few brief moments, the battle became a bit fiercer, as the vigilantes could no longer toss the thugs against the wall in order to render them immobile and/or unconscious. But the hired help were ultimately no match for Robin and Kid Flash, who soon finished them off.

The two proceeded to race back inside (as it were), in order to help Alfred against the Riddler. The older man was fending off the Riddler with a rolling pin, expertly parrying the criminal's attempts to hit him with his cane. As Robin ran towards the faithful butler, Kid Flash body tackled Riddler, which the erudite villain certainly did NOT appreciate.

"Get off me, you beast," Riddler snarled, pushing and clawing at Kid Flash.

Kid Flash obliging rolled off of Riddler and even started to haul him to his feet. As soon as Riddler was standing, albeit it a bit dazed, Robin yelled "Duck!"

Knowing he didn't mean "quack," Kid Flash dove aside, narrowly escaping the clutches of the net (Riddler's own net, in fact) that Robin threw over the villain.

"And that about wraps it up!" Kid Flash cried triumphantly.

"Yeah," Robin agreed. "As easy as shooting fish in a net, eh, Riddler?"

Riddler "harumphed" and said nothing.

"Riddle me this, Kid Flash: how much time will Riddler get for this caper?"

"Well, between attempted kidnapping and all the robberies, I bet this shenanigan will net him twenty years!"

The two vigilantes laughed at their own hilarity, while (unbeknownst to them) Alfred and the Riddler shared a sigh and an eye roll.

After the police had left with the criminals and photos of the damage had been taken for homeowners' insurance claims, Kid Flash and Robin appeared in their civvies as Dick and Wally.

"So, Alfred, you need any help cleaning up this mess?" Wally gestured at the plaster-dusted, one-wall-missing foyer.

"No, no, Master Wallace. Thank you for asking, but I'm sure you have your own work to attend to."

"Well," Wally glanced at Dick, who shrugged, "if you're sure. I guess I'll head back to Mount Justice then."

"Do take some cookies with you, sir."

Wally grinned and pulled a Ziploc bag out of his coat pocket. "Dick already hooked me up with some."

Alfred nodded approvingly. "Nice to see you're being a good host, Master Dick."

Wally grinned at Alfred. "I'm glad you're okay. Thanks for the cookies, and I'll see you later."

Alfred smiled back. "You're quite welcome, Master Wallace. Do come visit again."

"If you keep supplying me with cookies, you'll be seeing me often."

Wally then walked over to Dick and gave him a goodbye fist-bump. "Later. And thanks for calling me. That was really fun. We should do it again sometime."

Dick nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, see you back at Mount Justice." And with that, Wally was gone, a colored blur on the horizon.

Dick stood there for a moment awkwardly looking between Alfred and the disaster-ridden foyer. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Soooo. I guess maybe I should be getting back to my homework."

"Not yet, Master Dick. You're going to help me clean this place up." Alfred shoved a broom (which seemed to have miraculously appeared of its own accord) into Dick's hands.

"But you told Wally you didn't need any help!"

"I told Master Wallace that I didn't need his help. I most certainly need yours."

"But – "

"Master Wallace was a guest. This is your home, Master Richard."

Dick sighed resignedly and started sweeping.

"And while I highly approve of you working cases with your closest friends, I certainly hope that when you two 'do this again sometime,' you don't mean this." Alfred gestured at the ruined foyer. "Otherwise, I might have to ground you from your night activities until you learn proper housekeeping."

Extra-special thank you (again) to all who reviewed!

One reviewer (who is awesome!) said it would be cool to see Robin and Kid Flash tracking Riddler in England. Would that be cool? I love the Riddler and I love England so I could certainly make that happen if people would be interested. If you feel so inclined, let me know. Thanks!