Notes: Well, this is the real ending. Just a short epilogue of sorts heh. Sequel to this crossover verse will be when I've gotten my Dresden-enthusiasm back. The wait for Cold Days kinda dries up the creative well ^^ Thanks to all who've read this fic up to this final chapter! :)

GiovanniBlasini: Well, I was playing around with what happens to Alyanna while writing this fic and finally decided to stick with the Death Curse idea. I tried making a happy ending, but the bunny wouldn't stand for it :/

Soului: Those...are the bestest compliments I've gotten all day. Thanks! And I'm really glad to know that my writing is improving with each new story. I keep changing methods and styles so often I frequently lose track of what I was planning to write in the first place lol. Much thanks!

I spent the trip to Titans Tower in a haze.

We had taken a side trip to the Chais so I could tell them what happened to Alyanna. They...didn't take the news well.

"I thought you were this powerful wizard." Mr. Chai growled at me, arms around his sobbing wife. "But you're just another White Council lackey." Angry brown eyes glared at me and wouldn't hear any of my excuses - not that I could come up with one. "Leave now."

I left.

The Titans made sure I was taken care of: wrapping me in blankets, giving me food. But mostly they left me alone. I think they'd all agreed to give me space to mourn.

I was sitting on the grass outside the Tower when Nightwing joined me. He made sure his footsteps made enough noise for me to know he was coming; and when he reached me, he wordlessly plopped himself beside my brooding form. I didn't bother greeting him - there was no point to it. I knew he came to tell me I did the right thing; that Alyanna's death wasn't my fault.

But I knew it was.

I was too slow, and a little girl lost her life. I failed.

"I dream of them, sometimes," Nightwing's voice broke the silence.

I waited for him to continue, not really wanting to make conversation. I was brooding and I had a right to do it too! But a moment of silence passed and I couldn't help it. I was curious. "Who?"

"The people caught in the crossfire. Men, women, kids. The ones I couldn't save."

"Oh." I bowed my head, remembering my own share of deaths: Kim, Carmichael, Shiro.

"I tried to remember their names. It was easy enough to find them with the World's Greatest Detective at your back." Nightwing sighed, lifting the white lenses of his mask to leave me with Dick Grayson. "But...the names... I've been doing this for years and the numbers just kept rising. I'd go insane trying to remember them all."

I grunted. "Wish I could do the same. Being a wizard with near eidetic memory's a curse."

"Bruce taught me something years ago." Dick looked up, his tone reflective. "I can't save everyone. So I help the ones I can save and..." he sighed wistfully, "and hope that they'll be enough."

I snorted. "Spoken like a true vigilante."

Dick flashed me a grin. "A hero, Harry. Not just a vigilante."

"I'm not a hero."

"Hey, if the costume fits..."

"It's not a costume!" I retorted. "It's a tactical jacket the SWAT guys wear."

"...Or Kevlar-spandex suits." He continued as though he didn't hear me.

And this time, I had no retort for that.

We spent a few moments in silence until Nightwing broke it.

"So, Giaffar's still out there." He announced.

I shrugged and told him, "I'm not worried about him."

"Why not?"

"Alyanna's Death Curse," I explained. "A Death Curse isn't strong enough to kill someone, but it can make things difficult for the victim. When Giaffar got me into that circle, I'd wondered why he ran instead of slinging spells." I had to grin at a little girl's bravery in cursing the sorcerer that had kidnapped her. "Alyanna must have cursed him so he couldn't cast spells."

Nightwing stared at me with wide eyes. "Can a Death Curse do that?"

I nodded. "Sure. My mother once cursed a vampire and made him unable to refill his power. Wonder who taught Alyanna to do that?"