Oh man. Has anybody else read the Red Hood and the Outlaws Requiem? I got to the end and it was like right in the feels. But it was beautiful.

But anyway, I told you guys two weeks, and two weeks it has been

So at long last, here is the epilogue. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through this story.

Hope you like it.

I know my mother, she always told me the road would get cold,

But I never listened, always forgetting the way back home…

One year, five months, six days later…

"That's all of them." Arsenal announced as he shoved the last of the Penguin's unconscious goons into the storage locker.

Red Hood clapped the dust off his hands, stowing the tiny vial of a sickly green substance into his pocket. "Not sure why Penguin was so determined to keep this hidden, but I'll analyze it when we get back."

Roy nodded, though he raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"You gonna tell me what's been up with you?"

Jason shot him a dirty look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Roy was unfazed. "You've been off your A-game for months. You keep picking fights that don't gain us anything. You barely help in fights, and then you won't kill anyone. If I didn't know you, I'd say you're going soft."

"Shut up, Roy." Jason barked. "You don't know anything."

Roy chuckled a little. "Whatever you say." He lifted his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, I think Nightwing has rubbed off on you."

Jason snarled again, but turned away, and Roy, apparently deciding that it was pointless to argue, began a new subject.

"Anyway, what now?"

"Well, if this—" Jason tapped the pocked holding the vial "Doesn't turn out to be anything important, then I was thinking we should head to Qurac. There's rumors of a revolt, and you know how much I love revolutions."

"Huh." Roy nodded. "So we're still not gonna go after the Joker?"

Jason twitched involuntarily. "No. He's in Arkham again, and the last thing I feel like dealing with is an angry Bat because I broke in there again, on top of the psychotic clown. We'll just wait until he escapes again."

"Fair enough. So we heading back to figure out what kinda goo that is?"

"Not right now." Jason's back was still turned. "Well, you are but I'll deal with it later. I have—something I have to do. Alone."

Roy looked confused, but did not protest as his partner disappeared into the night.

Artemis was barely paying attention to the magazine she had intended to read, the afternoon news droning on in the background as she lay sprawled on the couch, waiting for Wally to return.

The smell of freshly cooked pasta filled the apartment as the fresh lasagna cooled on the counter. Lasagna was the twins' favorite meal, so she had promised Barry and Iris that she would bring it over for their birthday party that evening.

She looked up from the tabloid, glancing around the apartment after finishing the article on interior design. There were boxes still scattered around the apartment, though this time it was not from lack of inhabitance, but rather because they had only moved in three months ago, after their wedding.

Central City had seemed like the right place to go when they had finally been able to finish their last year at Stanford (thanks in no small part to the persuasion of the board of directors by one Mr. Bruce Wayne.) After so long without their son, Artemis had thought it was only fair to Rudy and Mary for them to come back, at least for a while, and Wally had been more than willing to return to his hometown.

She heard footsteps trudging up the snow-covered steps leading to the door, and moments later her husband stepped through the door, pulling off his bright red cowl, having only just finished his patrol. Normally she would have gone with him, but since the Rogues had been fairly quiet the last few weeks (due to the recent imprisonment of Captain Cold),she had remained behind to finish cooking.

Wally sniffed at the air hopefully, moving towards the kitchen as he brushed the flakes off his shoulder.

"Don't even think about it." She warned him, as his eager hand searched a drawer for a fork. "We're taking that over to your Aunt and Uncle's tonight."

"Finnnne." He grumbled, disappearing in a blur of red, the returning seconds later in a blue flannel button down shirt and jeans.

"So when are we going?" He asked, clearly impatient to eat the pasta.

"As soon as the other one is done." She pointed at the timer beside the oven, not looking up from her magazine.

He grabbed a soda and slumped onto one of the stools at the counter, tapping his foot impatiently.

She could tell the wait was unbearable for him, so she decided to distract him.

"If we have a daughter, I think we should name her 'Iris. We could call her 'Irey' so it's not exactly the same as your aunt."

Wally laughed. "Where did that come from?"

She shrugged. "Just thinking."

"Well, I like it. What about if we have a boy?"

"Hmm." She considered briefly, glancing down at her belly. "I don't know. But I think it's a girl."

Wally took another sip of his drink, but spat it out again, processing what she had just said.

"Wait—you—you're not—are you?" He stared at her, mouth agape.

She folded her magazine, then sat up and looked at him, trying not to laugh at the bewilderment on his face.

He continued to stare at her, speechless, as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He returned the gesture, his arms hugging tightly around her as his body shook with elated giggles. She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear:

"Surprise"

Three loud raps on the oak front doors were audible, even over the sound of rain beginning to fall.

Alfred hurried to the door, holding the umbrella for Dick so he could push Barbara's wheelchair over the threshold.

"Wonderful to see you, Master Richard, Miss Gordon."

Dick smiled, leaning over to hug the old butler. "Good to see you too, Alfred."

The three moved into the hall where Bruce had just descended the stairs, followed by Tim.

Bruce stepped forward to hug his eldest son, then Barbara.

"I'm glad you two could come."

Dick smiled. "Of course." He turned to Tim, embracing his younger brother, and handing him a brightly wrapped parcel.

"Happy Birthday Timmy."

Tim grumbled at this address, but Dick cut him off. "No matter how old you are, kid, you'll always be ickle Timmy to me."

Tim snorted, but didn't object, turning to set the present on a table which had a few other gifts on it.

Dick returned his gaze to Bruce. "So is—" He began, but the older man cut him off with a slight shake of his head, trying not to let Tim see the movement.

Dick sighed. He hadn't really expected him to come, though if there was ever a time when he would, it was now.

"Shall we proceed into the dining room?" Alfred asked, taking Dick and Barbara's coats from them and hanging them in the hall closet.

Bruce nodded, heading down the corridor, followed by Dick and Barbara. Tim paused a moment, looking wistfully towards the door, then hurriedly turned away and followed his family.

The four settled themselves at the dining room table, trying to ignore the conspicuously empty place set beside Tim.

"So Barbara." Bruce turned to her. "How has therapy been going?"

"Good." She smiled as Dick squeezed her hand. "I've started to regain a little feeling, and I can almost move my toes now."

"That's great!" Tim grinned at her. "So does that mean if I kick you, you'll feel it now?"

"Ah Timmy." Dick sighed, holding his head. "Nineteen, yet still with the personality of a five-year-old."

"Speaking of five-year-olds, where's Damian?" Barbara glanced around.

"Hmmm." Bruce checked his watch. "He was taking a nap, but I'd better go get him up."

He set his napkin down and stood up, just as Alfred began directing the maids to set platters on the oak table.

"Master Bruce?" He inquired, but Bruce waved him down.

"I'll be right back. Just going to get Damian."

He trudged back up the grand staircase, then down the hall to the youngest Wayne's room.

The boy was sound asleep, still clutching his comic book in one hand, while the other rested underneath his purring cat.

Bruce bent down and picked his son up, ignoring the hisses from the objecting feline.

"Mm…what are you doing?" Damian asked, though he was unable to reach his usual demanding tone because he was interrupted by a huge yawn.

"Dick and Barbara are here. It's time for dinner."

"I don't wanna." The boy grumbled, but Dick ignored him and walked back out of the room.

As he stepped down the stairs again, however, there came another knock at the door, almost impossible to hear over the now torrential rain.

He hurried to the dining room to set Damian down in his chair, then walked back out, unlocking and opening the door to reveal the soggy newcomer.

"Jason?"

The man shook his wet hair out of his face, looking up sheepishly, unable to meet Bruce's gaze.

The two regarded each other for a moment, before a rare smile made its way on to Bruce's face, and he opened the door farther to allow Jason in.

"Come in. We saved a place for you."

Settle down, it'll all be clear

Don't pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost you can always be found

Just know you're not alone

I'm gonna make this place your home

And there you have it!

I thought it would be cool to have a tie in to RHatO, with Roy in Qurac and everything.

And with Wally and Artemis, what can I say. I couldn't resist ;)

Also Batfam feels.

Anyway, I tied up as many loose ends as I thought were necessary for the story. I know I left some, but that's how the comics are, so I tried to make it as much like them as I could. Also, I wanted to leave the part about Luthor and the Light open, just in case I do decide to do a sequel. Not saying that I definitely will, and right now, I'm not planning on it, but if I come up with a plotline, then maybe.

Thank you to all my lovely fabulous wonderful people who have reviewed, and followed, and favorited this story. You make my life awesome.

Finally, if anybody wanted to know the songs I used at the beginning of each chapter, it was:

1: Coming Home By Diddy-Dirty Money 2: Poem from J.R.R. Tolkien 3: Run by George Strait 4: If My Heart Was A House by Owl City 5: This is Home by Switchfoot 6: Crossfire by Brandon Flowers 7: Home by Switchfoot 8: Hero by Family of the Year 9: Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas 10: Eyes Open by Taylor Swift 11: Hallelujiah by Rufus Wainwright (Not actually sure who wrote it, but I like his version.) 12: If I Die Young by the Band Perry 13: Move Along by the All American Rejects, Epilogue: Way Back Home by the Wreckers and Home by Phillip Phillips.

Again thank you guys so much.

-Hopeless.

PS Did anybody see the new Percy Jackson movie? I know it didn't follow the books really but Logan Lerman *swoon* I loff him.