AN: Hello all, I want to start this chapter off by apologizing for the long wait, but here we actually have the last chapter of Who Could Guess?, and the end of this trilogy. Thank you all so much for sticking with me over the entire five years it took to wrap up this story, and I thank you all for the kind reviews. With that being said, please enjoy the end of Who Could Guess?.

A slow murmuring of voices were what roused him this time. A small part of Jason inwardly screamed not to awaken, that the last few times he had woken only to find his worst nightmares before his eyes...but the insistent chatter was too loud to overlook. He let out a muffled groan, blinking wearily as he slowly came to.

What seemed like dozens of black haired blue eyed people stared down at him intently. Jason blinked swiftly, the room seeming to spin for a second before all of the doubles faded back into just three people with black hair and one with grey.

"Ugh...we've gotta stop meeting like this." Jason grumbled softly, voice rasping as though with disuse. Alfred handed him a glass of water, which he gulped greedily. Dick broke out into a wide grin at his words, whooping and tugging him into a tight hug.

"Oh, good, you're okay, you had us all worried!"

Jason coughed and shoved Dick away, an affronted look on his face. "What the hell is going on, Grayson? One minute Bruce and I are heading into Hush's lair to rescue three little Robins in distress, and the next I'm having the world's worst acid trip."

Tim looked sheepish as he spoke. "Hush had apparently been supplied some of Crane's more violent fear gas a few months back when Joker first hired him. When you both fell through the gas, you happened to land closer to where the canisters were hidden. Bruce grappled back out to fresh air until he could get his rebreather on."

Jason could accept that explanation, except...

"Bruce! I-I saw him get stabbed, if he wasn't affected by the gas then why would he...tie us up..?"

Damian rolled his eyes. "It's times like these I feel grateful I don't have worse competition for the Cowl."

Dick flicked him in the back of the ear, earning a yelp and an angry glare. Alfred cleared his throat and gave them both the eye.

Tim kept explaining, sitting in a chair next to the bed. "Well, actually, that wasn't Bruce. You know how Thomas Elliot has always had that weird obsession with him? Well, he took it a step further and gave himself facial reconstructive surgery to look just like him. Super creepy."

Jason blinked as this information hit him. "So...that would mean that...I saw Hush get stabbed. But I was sort of out of it, I didn't see who did it...Dick?

The older man shook his head with a modest shrug.

"Tim? Damian?" He hesitated and arched a surprised eyebrow. "Alfred?!"

The aging butler gave a small sniff. "Rest assured, Master Jason, that had I been given a chance to wipe Elliot from this earth I would not have hesitated to take it. Gotham is a far safer place without him in it."

Jason blinked, titling his head slightly as he tried to wrap his mind around all of this. "So, wait, what you're trying to tell me is that Bruce, Bruce Wayne, the literal actual Batman, sacred keeper of life and protector of the innocent willingly took a life...?"

Bruce cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and stepped out of the shadows. He was still in the Batsuit, but the cowl was down, a sign of his vulnerability showing. His face was weary but determined. "I'm not proud of it. But...something about seeing you all there, laid out at his mercy, and knowing he would happily torture you all to death simply for being my family...I couldn't let him. I was...scared. I moved without thinking."

Jason was stunned.

Dick quickly spoke up before Jason could get the wrong idea. "Tommy's alive, Jason, Bruce only stabbed him through the lung and part of his shoulder. Once he had made sure none of us had been poisoned or was in trouble, he performed the necessary medical treatments to keep him alive until paramedics got there."

The rogue Robin hesitated, as if unsure how to react. On the one hand, Bruce had been driven by his urge to protect them that he had struck with the intent to kill. On the other, he had then promptly saved that same person. What was he supposed to think..?

Jason relaxed into the bed, giving a wry smirk. Honestly, after the insanity he had just gone through in the past nine hours, not even considering the last few weeks, he was grateful that he and his family had survived intact. A small part of him wished that Bruce had the ability to kill to protect them, but the bigger part was actually glad that he couldn't. Bruce wouldn't be the man that Jason had admired as Robin if he thought so little of human life. And in fact, Batman had been created by the act of wrongly taking two lives. For the first time in years, Jason didn't feel rage at Bruce for not avenging him. If he had crawled out of his grave to find Bruce had become a killer in his absence...would he have even been the same Bruce anymore?

So this was what it felt like to be at peace.

Not something he was used to, but hopefully in time it would be a familiar feeling.

"You know..." Jason spoke up, looking up at the Batfamily surrounding his bed. "I never did join you all for pancakes..."

Alfred gave a genuine smile and adjusted his coat, standing up gracefully. "I believe I can remedy that situation. Miss Koriand'r and Mister Harper have been anxiously awaiting news of your safe return. As long as you swear to abide by the health regimen I put you on, then I believe strawberry pancakes are entirely possible."

Jason gave a mock groan, head in his hands. "Health regimen? But...I got possessed today and everything, I'm all good now!"

Alfred arched a stern eyebrow. "I will be the judge of that, young man. Possession by a deceased and insane plant mistress does not give you a clean bill of health under this roof."

Jason crossed his arms and mock pouted while Dick laughed and ruffled his hair. "No worries, Jaybird, as long as you don't develop a sudden hobby for gardening or world domination, we should be good."

Jason blinked, face going serious. "Wait, craving world domination is a bad thing? I guess I missed that class during Sidekick School."

Tim snorted and shot Damian a teasing glance. "I know another Robin that slept through that class, too."

Damian rolled his eyes and poked Dick in the stomach. "Well, at least I paid proper attention to 'Not Being Kidnapped By Every Villain Under The Sun, unlike Grayson here."

Dick stuck his tongue out at both of them. "It's the pixie boots and the scaly underoos, I had the villains going crazy for me."

Bruce blinked and spoke deadpan. "Well, that explains a lot." He said with a straight face, before Tim lost it and began to laugh. Dick and Jason soon joined in, Damian giving a short snicker himself.

As the weeks rolled by, several things changed around the Manor. First of all, it needed serious renovations to fix all the damage from the fire, but thanks to Bruce throwing money around, they had the best working on them as quickly as possible. One of the rooms that had been completely destroyed was Jason's old one, so once it was rebuilt, Jason had the chance to start fresh.

It was poetic, in a way.

It hadn't taken much convincing from the Batfamily plus Roy and Kori to get Jason to turn in the keys to his apartment and move back in to the Manor. He had been dubious at first, but the reminder of Bruce's failing health and what he had done to protect them had convinced the rogue Robin to agree anyway.

On the topic of Bruce's health, apparently Superman had gone frantic with research, along with most of the Justice League. He had discovered an experimental way of using his x-ray vision (with the assistance of terminal tumor patients who were willing to try anything) to cut away tumors that were previously thought to be inoperable. So far the results were promising, but more work would be needed before Bruce was willing to give it a try. Still, Clark was optimistic the technique would be ready in less than a year.

Roy and Kori continued to hang around the Manor with Jason and the rest of the family, eventually the two started a somewhat surprising relationship. Despite their opposite personalities, they seemed to work well together.

Dick continued his dual life of police officer for the GCPD by day, Nightwing by night. He was forever grateful that Jason and Bruce had reconciled, and made a deliberate show of bringing Barbara around more often as if to show her miracles do happen.

Tim eventually rejoined the Teen Titans in Jump City. He still made time to come home for major holidays and visits, on threat of denial of cookies by Alfred.

Damian began to patrol more on his own. He claimed the independence would bring him up to the Red Hood's level. The hilarious part is that some thugs were now actually more afraid of running into Robin at night than the Batman.

Jason was finally contented. There was just one final piece of business to take care of. He strolled down into the cave and hopped onto his motorcycle. Revving the engine, he glided from the cave exit almost effortlessly, enjoying the feel of Gotham wind on his face. He headed to the far side of town, to the remnants of Haley's circus.

He let the bike coast to a stop before he dismounted, putting down the stand and cautiously walking towards the one remaining tent, one emblazoned with yellow and blue stripes. The once cheerful setting now seemed rather melancholy.

Jason pulled back the canvas flap and walked into the tent slowly.

A low groan coasted out from the darkness.

Jason froze, reaching for his pistol and raising it with a steady hand. Dangling just out of reach was an old string, attached to a musty lightbulb.

He pulled the string, and the tent was cast into dim light.

In the far corner of the tent laid an old mattress, and next to it...

...a baby crib.

Jason's eyes widened as he stepped forward and found a small infant swaddled in blankets. The child's hair was dark, and he blinked sleepy blue eyes up at Jason before beginning to wail unhappily. This was just...unreal. How long had the baby been here unattended? Jason suddenly felt a wave of guilt for not immediately heeding Harley's words to come check this place out, but relaxed when he felt the baby's full tummy and general appearance of health. A gentle pinch showed him the baby wasn't dehydrated either, so evidently Harley had arranged for someone to check on the infant.

His eye caught a scrap of paper tucked underneath the pillow. Tugging it out, he found a loopy scrawl that simply read 'Terry McGinnis'.

He blinked. "Hm...Terry, huh?"

As if on cue, the baby gave a happy gurgle, before promptly filling his diaper.

Uh oh.

Jason immediately turned on his comm. "Red Robin, I know you're back in vacation and all, but I need any relevant files on anyone named McGinnis dated from now to about six months ago."

Tim paused and gave a him before results began to appear on the monitor inside Jason's helmet. "There was a drug bust involving someone named McGinnis but no other info. Wait! A baby was born in Gotham General at 6:31 am on January 15th of this year. Dunno if that helps or not, but the mom is listed as...deceased as of January 17th of this year also. If the McGinnis in the drug bust was the father, he's in prison on counts of various misdemeanors and one felony. He won't be out for at least 10 years. No other relatives."

Jason hesitated, weighing the baby in one hand before giving a shrug. He wasn't one for strays but he could hardly leave the kid here. Besides, saving poor street kids was kind of Bruce's deal. Ten years was a long time, even with parole. If the dad wasn't around, little Terry was gonna be all by his lonesome. It was a hard life for a kid. Making a decision, Jason gently held the baby over his shoulder with one arm and settled onto the bike.

"Hang on, little man. We're going for a ride."

FIN.