Chapter 1: Far From the Tree

Authors Note: It's finally here, the final story of the Warriors. This takes place thirteen years in the future, Batman Beyond future, give or take, and this should be the year 2039 if the Young Justice calendar is accurate and if I am as well. Anyways, here is the next and final installment, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman.


The city of Gotham, so many new buildings and features, but the same filth and corruption still plagues this great city. It is in this city that a deal is going down between a corrupt police detective and the leader of a splicer gang.

The detective was sitting on a large metal case while his hired guns guarded two more behind him. He waited for a good ten minutes before a lime green car drove in, followed by three men on motorcycles.

The driver, who covered in black fur, stepped out and approached the back and opened the door letting his leader step out. Their leader went by the name of cobra, due to the scales on his face and the poison in his fangs.

"You got the guns?" He asked as he approached the detective.

"Depends, do you have the goods?" He asked back. Cobra smiled as his fang poked out of the corner of his mouth. He snapped his finger and a second later a scrawny pale man walked up with two briefcases in each hand. He set one down as he opened up the other. The detective grinned from ear to ear as his eyes stared down at the jewels.

"Thirty million dollars' worth of jewels, all for you." He chuckled. "Now the guns?"

The detective turned around and opened the case and pulled out a black rifle with two glowing digits on the side. He held it out for the splicers to see.

"This is the new M-8 Thermal rifle, designed by Warney-Tech." He explained. "It fires up to eighty rounds with a grenade launcher on the bottom. These can cut through body armor like a hot knife through butter. There are twelve in total and five boxes of ammo. You can take Gotham in a week with these puppies."

"Perfect." Cobra snickered.

He slowly approached the detective before picking up the briefcase and delivered him the jewels. Before the two could meet something had struck the back of Cobra's left hand.

He let out a hiss as he clutched his left wrist as it started bleeding. The detective looked down at his wrist and his eyes widened when he saw that it was in the shape of a bat.

"Shit, we have to go, now!" He shouted as he started backing up towards his car.

His men had their guns ready but before they could defend themselves they were quickly attacked by a dark figure. Cobra watched as it swung its sword across the guns of the thugs, before knocking them out with hand to hand combat.

The detective aimed the assault rifle at the figure and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He started to panic and hit the gun repeatedly as if hoping it would unjam itself.

"You could hit it with a hammer and it still won't work." A young voice echoed around him. "I hacked into the safety device and turned it on and it won't be turning off anytime soon."

The detective looked over at the direction of the voice and looked at him confused. The voice belonged to a boy cladded in dark grey body armor and his face hidden behind a domino mask and a hood. The boy pulled out two tonfas and rushed towards the detective.

The detective threw his gun at him, but he dodged it easily. The boy jabbed his tonfa into the detective's stomach knocking the wind out of him before swinging it around and cracking it on the side of his head. The detective was knocked out cold, but Cobra was not.

He ran over to the boy with a machete in his hand as his spliced accomplices joined him. The dark figure leaped in and assisted his friend and the two prepared for battle.

The boy threw his tonfa into the head of the wolf splicer, knocking him back before he landed a kick into the center of his face knocking him unconscious. The dark figure swung her sword across the stomach of another splicer before deflecting Cobra's machete.

The two locked blades and struggled for control. The blade made its way closer to Cobra's face, but the splicer to the opportunity to open his mouth and extend his fangs. The figure cringed in disgust as his inhuman teeth dripped with saliva and poison. Cobra snapped his teeth at the figures face, but he missed by mere inches.

The figure swiped the sword across Cobra's machete and cut the blade in half. Cobra was stunned for a moment before the figure gripped the sword handle and threw a punch towards Cobra's face. The hand guard connected with Cobra's jaw and managed to break one of his fangs.

Cobra fell to his knees and gripped his broken jaw with his hands. He tried to crawl away, but the boy leaped in and struck a final blow to his head with his boot. The leader fell to the ground unconscious as the reunited in the center of the meeting spot.

"Good work, Sparrow." The figure said as it sheathed its sword.

"You can turn the voice modulator off now, Shadow." He smiled as Shadow shook its head and removed the hood revealing her red hair that was tied into a ponytail. Her face was covered in a mask that covered around her jawline and her eyes were covered by a pair of red glowing lenses, similar to the one her predecessor wore.

"Are all the guns accounted for?" She asked as she walked over to the briefcases. Sparrow had opened up the cases and nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, what about the gems?" Sparrow asked as she checked the cases.

"More or less." She sighed before shutting the cases. She reached up to her visor and radioed for pickup. "Gordon, Cobra and detective…" She reached into the coat pocket of the detective and pulled out his badge to see his name. "Murphy, seriously?"

"Shadow!" The voice scolded on the other end.

"Sorry, they are taken care of for you to arrest." She explained. "Weapons and jewels are all accounted for."

"Thank you, all right, let's move out!" She ordered on the other end.

By the time the GCPD got there the heroes were gone and Commissioner Barbara Gordon and her team had made their arrests. There wasn't a trace of any third party.

(Warriors H.Q)

Shauna and Jake walked down the walkway towards the mansion they were stationed at. As they walked they observed the future lost ones as they trained in the fields or watched as the children played with their friends.

They walked inside of the mansion and made their way to their leader's office. They nodded at every passerby and waved to the children that were on their way to their lessons. When they made it to their boss's office, Shauna knocked twice and the door buzzed open a second later.

The two stepped in and were greeted by the cold stare of their leader.

"Shadow, Sparrow, report." Their leader demanded. Jake let out a heavy sigh as Shauna stepped forward. She placed both of her hands on the flat top of the large and leaned in towards her leader.

"We're fine, thanks for asking." Shauna said with a harsh tone. Their leader just continued to stare at her unfazed. Shauna rolled her eyes and pushed herself away. "That detective and the Splicer Leader, Cobra, have been taken in and the guns and jewels are all accounted for."

"Thank you that is all for now you may go." Shauna shook her head and kicked the desk.

"Really, that's it?" She snapped, but their leader wasn't paying her any mind.

"You want a medal?"

"Mom!" Shauna snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

The older woman glared at her daughter. The light blared from her computer and revealed her tired old eyes shining brighter on her pale face. Shauna noticed a few more bright orange strands of hair on her once beautiful dark red hair. Shauna could tell that the once free spirited, kind hearted woman that was her mother was dying more and more every day.

Shauna was broken from her gaze on her mother's features when she saw a small flame before her mother's lips. Shauna shook her head when her mother lit up a cigarette. One of many bad habits her mother picked up since her father had died.

"My problem is that my daughter and son are following in mine and their father's footsteps, my problem is the dings you are possibly putting into my desk with your outburst and my biggest problem is the two hundred thousand dollar guns that we had lost just to track them down."

"Aunt Barbara will give them back to us same as always." Shauna said defensively. "God, why do I even bother with you anymore?"

"Shauna!" Jake snapped at her. Shauna looked over at him and scoffed before storming out of her mother's office. Jake was left alone with his mother and he decided to break the tension.

"So, how do I look in dad's old costume?" He asked, flexing him arms out and turning around slowly. "I liked how he had the cape compacted in a compartment between the shoulder blades instead of being left out in the open like Grandpa's cape."

"Armor." She stated, not even taking her eyes off of her computer. Jake looked at her confused. "You said costume, but it's really armor."

"Oh right, well I was good tonight right?" He asked. "My third night out and I still didn't get a scratch on me."

"Keep acting so cocky and arrogant and you will end up just like Jason Todd."

"And if you keep up that attitude and those cigarettes will be all you have." Jake snapped at her. "What is wrong with you, ever since Shauna and I started working with you you've been bitter and hostile, more so anyways."

"Maybe it's because I am a mother who is letting her eighteen year old daughter and twelve year old son out into the streets fighting crime." She explained. "And I am also trying to work you two could have just called and confirmed. I didn't ask to see you."

"No, you didn't." Jake turned to the door way and stormed towards the doors. Before he left his mother called out to him.

"Jake." She said.

"Yes?" He asked.

"You work for me not with me."

Jake slammed the door on his way out and didn't look back.

(!)

Shauna was downstairs in the armory preparing to go home. Her Shadow attire was back behind glass for the night. She looked it up and down a couple of times as if seeing a bit of her father in it.

It was all black and leather, similar to her mother's wardrobe back in the day only it was black instead of blue. She liked her black jacket and hood over the long leather coat her father was accustomed to. This way she could fight without anything brushing against her legs or drag her down.

She jumped when a locker slammed behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see her little brother undressing from his armor.

"So how did your talk go with her?" She asked before placing her knew tanto machete sword next to her case.

"It would have gone good if we had actually talked." He said as he placed the chest piece of the mannequin in his locker. "You were right. It is pointless to talk to her."

"Forget her, you coming over to my house for dinner?" She asked before lifting her book bag over her shoulder. Jake shrugged his shoulders as he slipped his arms into his white hoodie sleeves.

"Might as well. I get depressed eating by myself." He said, kicking his locker door closed.

"You know you mother loves you very much right?"

Shauna and Jake turned to the doorway and they both smiled when they saw their mentor Specter clad in his black Nano suit.

"Hi Uncle Alden." The two said. Specter took off his mask and revealed his dirty blonde hair and his beard. He had gotten much older since the battle against Savage, but he still had his looks.

Shauna didn't care though, he was her teacher and the whole reason she was even in the Warriors.

"Look, I know how you must be feeling about how Ally has been acting lately, but she does care about you." He explained to his students as he strapped his blades to his wrists.

"I find that hard to believe." Shauna sighed. "I'm actually thinking about going solo."

"Your mother would never allow that." Alden chuckled.

"I don't give a damn." She snapped. "I am sick and tired of her acting like the world is treating her like shit."

"She lost her husband it was hard on her."

"Yeah, it was hard on us too, he was our father." Jake snapped. "You know forget it, she wants to turn her back on us then we can do the same."

Shauna agreed to that and the two started to make their way out of the armory. Alden let out a heavy sigh and caught up to them.

"Hey look before you leave. Whisper was wonder if you could help her out with a Meta-Human she was looking after." Alden asked. "She wants you two because you guys are the only ones who she trusts completely."

"Why?" Jake asked. There wasn't really anything special about them.

"You two are the only young warriors who are out in the field. Everyone else is either retired, out of reach or in the case of our dear friends Ronin and Thanatos, lack of people skills."

Shauna didn't want to do anything for her mother or the warriors, especially a babysitting job, but the thought of someone needing her help was something she couldn't turn down. So, she swallowed her bitterness towards her mother and agreed to help Whisper.

"We'll take it."

(!)

Commissioner Barbara Gordon was called in to another crime scene that night after the gun heist. This call took her to an abandoned hotel in the south side of Gotham.

The hotel was used as a flophouse for teenagers and drug abusers. Tonight however was something more vicious than underage drinking. Tonight it was a homicide murder.

"Gordon," Batman called out to her. This Batman was no longer Bruce Wayne or Damian Wayne, but Terry McGinnis. "Thanks for accepting my call."

Barbara remembered how skeptical she was when she had first met him all those years ago. She thought he was reckless, arrogant and too big for that cowl.

Just like Jayden. He eventually became more focused and determined and he was becoming more like Bruce every day.

"Why did you call me, this is a job for homicide." Barbara asked.

"Bruce wanted you to come here," He explained as he held up his right wrist and pressed a button on the back. A holographic image appeared before her revealing Bruce's pale wrinkled face on the other end. "Hey boss."

"Thank you Terry and thank you for coming Barb." Bruce said in his usual monotone voice.

"Anytime, but why did you call me?" She asked.

"Terry, show her." Bruce ordered.

Batman moved over to the body hidden behind the dumpster and pulled the white sheet off of it. Barbara looked down at the body examined him closely. It was a male, aged sixty give or take. He was wearing a hospital gown, but his most notable feature was the bandages that covered the entirety of his head.

"A couple of kids found him while partying." Batman explained.

"Barbara, do you notice anything familiar about this M.O?" Bruce asked.

"Of course, the face is most likely cut clean off underneath these bandages and the body is left out in the open for anyone to see. He wanted to be found."

"You two know this guy?" Batman asked nodding at the body.

"Thomas Elliot, better known as, Hush." Barbara sighed. "He's alive."


Okay that was number one and here is to many more chapters on the way. Okay, now time for some OC's. Here's what i want.

Name/Alias-Example Bruce Wayne/Batman

Wardrobe both civilian and vigilante

Gender

Nationality

Age

Backstory

Personality

Eye color

Hair color

Powers and or Abilities, no need to be superhuman regular heroes are fine.