Here we are, everyone. Finally, at chapter 111, we come to the final chapter of The Sparrow Chronicles. I'm so happy that after I post this chapter, I'll be able to go and click 'complete' for this story! I have come so far in my writing and I'd like to thank you all so incredibly much for sticking with me through it all!

Now I'm getting all emotional...

Sorry it took me so long to get this out! Summer's been a bit hectic, and then I lost a bit of my muse for this, and then I was too sad to write it! But, here it is now!

Shout outs to: angel2u, sabina black, Glittering-Red-Rose, Skye222AnimeGurl, clawsandcombatboots, and InfiniteZone!

IDKaleigh: I'm guessing you mean the good kind of chills! Yes? Hopefully? Or else I'm just making myself look stupid! But, anyways, thank you! I love writing chapters such as that! And I'm glad you like reading them! As always, thanks for the review!

angel2u: Sorry I took so long! I kind of lost my muse for this chapter! It was probably the hardest one to write so far! Thank you for reading and reviewing!

ashley: Haha, right, the Bat Family knows everything! Or do they? Well, sorry that you're bad at archery! Thanks for reviewing!

.Nightingale: What was that? 4, maybe 5, reviews? I think that's your record! Well, it's awesome that you're half-Indonesian! Which side, mother's or father's? I'm not a huge fan of Ashfur (he kind of got on my nerves...a lot), so, yeah! Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! You are an awesome reader!

Richard Grayson Fan: Why do I keep killing all my fans? It's terrible! But I got banned from the computer once because I was on a writing splurge and I sat there typing for about seven hours straight! Not really the best thing for my eyes! Anyway, thanks for the review!

missmusiclover: It was so hard for me to write too! I started crying because it was the last chapter! And then I got tears on my keyboard! But, I hope you like what I've done with it! Thank you for the review!

Raven: Yeah, I started crying too! I'm going to take a relatively short break between this story and the sequel, but it shouldn't be too terribly long! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Synk: I couldn't get myself to not let him know, it felt like I was betraying him too! And don't worry, I've got virtual tissues at the ready! Thank you so much for reviewing all the time!

Alex: Holy firetrucking crap. I like that! I may use that sometime now...And this chapter probably won't really help with your anxiousness! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Chickenchick: Well now I'm going on a short hiatus too! Bummer...but my beta (whose also my close friend) is forcing me to take a break. Apparently I need to 'get out more' and somehow get a life 'beyond Fanfiction'! Such absurd things! Thank you for reviewing!

Retainer: I'm not normally too emotional either (although I always cry during sad movies), so I'm glad to touch your softer side! Thanks for the review!

SakuraTenshi36092: That's deep man! I'm so glad you've enjoyed this story! I've enjoyed having you as my reviewer! Thank you so much!

Keepmovingforward2: Well, thank you for reading through it! And about the 'Big sister' thing, I didn't steal that (I've never even read that story), but I have a cousin whose high school does something like that, so I just used it! Thanks for reviewing!

Anonymous: Well, she has honey blonde hair in a pixie-ish cut, silvery blue eyes, and is about half a head shorter than Robin. For her suit, it's all black w/ long sleeves, black combat boots, and then black gloves like Robin's. Her utility belt is silver with the Bat Symbol for the buckle and there's a red 'lightning' styled 'S' on her chest. Her cape is black, goes to about her ankles, and has an attached black hood. And, of course, she has a domino mask! I hope that helps! Thanks for the review!

Skye222AnimeGurl: It's all good, I haven't had a whole lot of computer access lately either! I absolutely love that your hooked on my story! Thank you for reading and reviewing!

clawsandcombatboots: Kudos to you for reading it that fast! I have a few sequels in mind! Thanks for reviewing!

InfiniteZone: You're an Ohioan too! Woot, woot! Go Ohio! Sorry, but I am going to leave you guys in suspense! Thank you for the review!

Anonymous: Sorry! I was at a concert and I didn't have wifi to get onto Fanfiction!

I'm planning on beginning the sequel in about a month or two, so be on the lookout for TSC: A Year Without Birdsong! Until then, be free to load the eager reviews on me! I don't mind my email account overloaded with them!

Disclaimer: Woah, I haven't done this since...I think it was back in the thirties... 0.0 ...Anyway, I don't own Young Justice. I wish I did. But I don't. It belongs to DC and whatever producers they're using (even if they take forever to spit out new episodes -.-). But Sparrow is of my own creation!

I hope you guys all enjoy the last chapter!

Thank you all for reading this far!

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Love,

~AvenJackel

It was Sunday, exactly ten p.m. Outside, the moon was illuminating the snow-covered garden out front. A light breeze gently rolled through the bare trees, causing them to sway gently while a few remaining songbirds chirped quietly in contempt as they playfully chased one another. In the inky sky, shimmering glints of stars were spread out all across the great expanse.

Overall, it was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful nights Gotham City has ever been known to have.

But it was all pointless to me. Instead of celebrating what a glorious day it had been, I was laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Like I had been doing for nearly twelve hours. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night, and I had opted on just lying there, only getting up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

In my room, everything was darkened, the light from outside not quite penetrating the curtains that hung in front of the windows.

It was Sunday. And in just six hours, I'd be walking into my own death.

I couldn't force myself to get out of bed. By now, I had expected my mind to be racing a million miles per hour, but, oddly enough, it felt like my mind was completely blank. Quite eerily blank, to be exact. In fact, it felt like instead of a brain, I just had an empty cavern up there.

I was going to die today.

Without any goodbyes, nonetheless. The familiar feeling of suffocation crept into my lungs, almost like when you're sobbing so much you can't breathe. Except I wasn't crying. I didn't want to cry.

Sighing, I stroked Ace's soft ears absent-mindedly. He rested his head on my chest and curled up against me.

There was a quick knock at the door and Alfred strode in. "Mistress Kairi, Master Bruce would like to see you in the Grand Foyer," he informed me.

Keeping my eyes on the ceiling, I wondered aloud what was going on. "Why does he need me?"

"Master Bruce will be leaving on an impromptu business trip," Alfred explained. "He will be gone for a few weeks, but would like to talk to you and Master Richard before he leaves."

"Okay," I nodded, getting up and out of bed before heading down the familiar halls.

When I reached the foyer, Dick and Bruce were already there, talking quietly as they waited for me.

"So, what's happening?" I questioned as I joined them.

Bruce turned to me. "I will be leaving for two weeks," he told us. "While I'm gone, I need you two to look out for each other, keep up the patrols, and join the Team on any missions, understood?"

"Understood," Dick and I replied in unison.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"England," he replied shortly.

"The U.K.?" Dick wondered. "What's there?"

"Associates of Wayne Incorporated have called an immediate meeting."

"Oh, well, have fun," Dick shrugged, before turning on his heel and heading towards the Batcave. "We'll handle everything here," he called back over his shoulder.

Right. We'll handle everything...sure, let's go with that...

Once Dick was gone, Bruce and I stood there, slightly awkwardly.

"Um," I scratched the back of my neck nervously. I guess this was going to be my only chance to say goodbye. "Bye, dad," I whispered, throwing my arms around his torso real quick.

Before he could respond, I turned and rushed up the staircase, back into my room. As I closed my door, I fell back against it and slid to the floor, tears pouring over my cheeks and spilling against my chin.

Bringing my knees to my chest and hugging them against myself, I rested my tear-stained cheek on top of them, sniffling quietly to myself.

I was never going to see Bruce again. He was leaving today, and I was going to die today.

But now was not the time to be crying. Brushing my sleeve past my eyes, I pushed myself up to my feet and walked over to my dresser. I grabbed a large, black drawstring bag and tossed it onto my bed.

Okay, so I needed the essentials. But, what sort of essentials? Like food and water? Or clothes for cold weather?

I didn't want to bring any of that stuff. None of that was important to me. If I was to take anything with me, I wanted it to be things that could keep me going, give me a reason not to just give up.

Reaching down underneath my mattress, I felt around for the hardened edges of my tin box. My fingers brushed the chillness of it, and I grabbed it, dragging it out and resting it on my bed. It was a small tin box, silver in color with a hinged opening.

Inside, there were a few pictures.

The first one was of when I was three, where Bruce was holding me as Alfred stood beside us. We were all in our good clothes, as it had been a scheduled picture day.

The second picture was the one of me and Dick at the beach when we were nine. It had been taken right after he had dumped a bucket of sand on me, and I was glaring playfully at him while he slung his arm over my shoulders.

The next photo was of all us 'original' sidekicks (yes, I do hate that term, but for the longest time, that's pretty much what we were). It had been the first time all five of us had gotten together, where we had had a 'training session' while our mentors were out on a League mission.

Roy, the one I had always known who actually happened to be a clone, had his arms crossed and a sour pout on his face. I was next to him, with a goofy grin on my face while Wally was between myself and Dick with his arms slung over both our shoulders. Kaldur was standing off to Dick's other side with the same calm expression he always wore.

The picture had been taken after we had gone out (even though our mentors had specifically ordered us to stay put), faced off against some of these disgusting slime beasts, saved the entire city, and then got completely covered in leftover slime when the creatures happened to explode. So, all of us were drenched in this green crud, the substance dripping off us in obscene amounts. Needless to say, when our mentors got back, we were in so much trouble. Guess things don't really change much, huh?

The final photo in the tin box was the newest one. It had been taken only a few weeks ago. And it was of me and the entire Team, all of us smiling with a decent amount of sweat on our brows after an intense exercise. All of us looked so happy, so carefree.

Then I guess things do change, as I was no longer happy or carefree.

I had to remember that I was doing this for them. That's why I was willingly faking my death. It was to protect them.

And it was something that I had to do.

Taking all the pictures, I stuffed them into the bag. Turning to my 'Panic Room', I climbed up and pulled out the things from inside, including the envelope from my mother, my psychic journal, and my charm bracelet. I tossed them into my drawstring bag.

I checked the wall clock. It was only ten-forty-five p.m. I still had five hours and fifteen minutes until my meeting with Khaos.

Until my death.

Which meant I only had five hours and fifteen minutes to get everything I needed done accomplished. On my mental checklist, I had to hide both of my letters (to Bruce and to Dick), get down to the Batcave and head out on a 'patrol', before staging my death.

Oh, and did I mention I still had advanced math homework to finish? I can't give them any reason to believe I was ready for my death, and I was a good student, who typically got her homework in on time.

Sighing, I pulled my backpack out from under my bed and opened it up, pulling out my folder to start on the arithmetic problems.

****YOUNG JUSTICE****

I waited until it was three to really get to work. Climbing out of bed, I grabbed my drawstring bag and headed off down the hallway. Using all my skills I had been taught over the years, I slipped by both Alfred and Dick's rooms without any disturbances.

First things first: hide the letter for Bruce. He was a smart man, a really smart man, but where could I put the letter so that only he could find it? I decided the Batcave was my best bet, as that was Bruce's domain. Glancing around the darkened cave, I searched for the best place to put the letter.

An important spot for both me and Bruce, that's what I had to find. My eyes subconsciously settled on probably the most sentimental thing in the Batcave: the Bat Mantle.

It was the original Batman cape and cowl, back from Bruce's first days. Looking back on it, it wasn't the best fashion statement, but it had kept him alive. The Bat Mantle was where Dick and I had sworn our allegiance to protecting Gotham, and it's also where Bruce took his oath too.

Stepping up to the mantle, I carefully lifted the glass plating and the cowl, tucking the folded up note right under it before setting everything back. Well, it was mostly back, but I purposefully left the cowl at a miniscule difference, one that someone could only find if they were looking for it...or if they were paranoid...

Next, I brought out my Sparrow suit, looking it over. Once I slipped it on, I realized I felt absolutely horrible. It wasn't because I was going to die today. No, it was because I didn't deserve to wear the Sparrow suit, not anymore, at least. When I was five, I had sworn to protect the civilians of Gotham and uphold all the truth, honor, and justice it takes to be a hero.

But I had gone against all of that.

Grimacing, I unwillingly moved step out of the Batcave. I took a single glance back, trying to etch every detail into my mind, knowing this was going to be my last time here. Turning on my heel, I turned off the cave's lights and left.

The cold night air stung at my nose and cheeks, but I welcomed the feeling. The feeling of pain made me seem more human to myself. Although, I was a monster, not a human.

I was a villain.

Making my way to the forest beyond the backyard, I climbed up into the tree-house. With a quick motion, I pulled out the note to Richard and tugged a chest over. Inside the chest, there were lots of pictures, all of them of Dick and me. I placed the note on top of the pictures and closed the chest back up.

I stood up and made my way back through the tree-house, back onto the forest ground. As I started off towards the city, there was a muffled bark. Spinning on the spot, I glared as Ace padded out from the direction of Wayne Manor.

"Sit, Ace," I ordered.

He complied willingly, looking up at me with that little sparkle in his eyes.

"Stay," I whispered softly. I knew he would wait there, no matter what.

Ace cocked his ears, his eyes conveying what was probably the dog version of sadness, of abandonment.

I could feel tears begin to clout my eyes. "Good boy," I choked out.

Before I lost all my resolve, I turned and raced into the forest. Behind me, I could hear Ace barking, but the noise soon disappeared among all the wind in my ears. My entire way to the docks, it felt as if I was in a daze, like none of this was real and was instead just a terrible nightmare.

But I knew better than that.

I stood waiting at the docks. It was 3:59 a.m. Only a minute until Khaos would be here. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I forced myself to stay calm.

At least, as calm as one can be when they're about to betray everything they've learned since they could remember.

Which, mind you, isn't nearly as easy as it sounds.

"Good to see you join us," Khaos' menacing voice rumbled in my ear.

"Let's just get this over with," I muttered. "How are we going to fake my death?" I demanded. "In case you haven't noticed, Batman's the World's Greatest Detective. He can tell a live body from a dead one."

"And in case you haven't noticed, DNA can be perfectly replicated," Khaos countered.

"What?"

He raised his fingers and snapped. Almost immediately, two of his lackeys stepped out, between them a young female was being held. The female looked oddly familiar, and when she raised her head, I knew exactly why.

"You made a clone of me!" I accused Khaos.

"How do you know you're not the clone?" he reasoned.

"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, although I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what was going on.

"This clone has the same DNA as you, and quite frankly, she looks exactly like you," Khaos explained. "So, we kill the clone to satisfy Batman and Robin, and get to keep the real you for ourselves."

Now I know how Superman must've felt when he first met Superboy. It was pretty creepy, even more so that my clone seemed to be the same age as me.

"You go swap clothes with that thing," he nodded to the clone.

"No," I replied.

"Go change yourself, or we'll change you," he threatened.

Narrowing my eyes, I complied and ducked behind a wall to strip off my Sparrow suit and replace it with the clone's clothes, which consisted of some skinny jeans, Converse, and a hoodie. Strange, seems like my clone has the same taste in fashion as I do.

Slinging my bag back over my shoulder, the clone and I stepped out to rejoin Khaos and his group. I watched in defeat as they tied up my clone, securely enough so that not even I could have been able to escape, and locked her into an abandoned warehouse near the docks.

Before I could do anything, they set flame to the building, and the dryness of the area quickly allowed for it to burn.

Two of Khaos' thugs grabbed me by my shoulders and tossed me roughly onto the deck of a boat, landing on my back.

"Sparrow!" I heard Dick's voice call out at the top of his lungs.

My eyes widened, and I tried to sit up, only to be slammed back onto the floor, my head hitting against it harshly and making my vision swim. I had managed to get a glimpse of Robin struggling against a few of Khaos' goons.

"He hasn't seen the real you yet, just your clone," Khaos growled into my ear.

"Don't you dare hurt him," I warned, narrowing my eyes.

He didn't reply, but just looked down at me. With the mask covering his face, I couldn't begin to fathom what he was feeling.

I could hear Robin fighting with the others, and my heart sped up. He was no match for them, and he probably knew that, but still he kept fighting.

"Time to put this bird out of misery," one of the men chuckled, quickly followed by the sound of a gunshot and the thud of a body hitting the ground.

"No!" I screamed, forcing Khaos off of me and sitting up. The rest of Khaos' group was rushing to the boat, and between the confusion of their rough-housing, my messed up eyesight, and all the terror sweeping through my body, I just made out a blur of red, black, and yellow as a small being collapsed into a puddle of blood.

"Robin!" I cried, but Khaos lifted me up by the neck and threw me inside the boat's cabin. My head hit the corner of a counter and I curled up in the fetal position, my own blood dripping down my neck. The door to the cabin was closed, leaving me in complete darkness.

Tears began to spill down my cheeks.

My best friend had just died. And it was all my fault.

I'm sorry.

I never meant for this to happen! It wasn't supposed to go like this! I swear! No one was supposed to be hurt! I was a villain, not a hero. I couldn't go back to my family, not the League, or the Team, and especially not Bruce.

Because I was their enemy.

Because I was a monster.