A/N: IT'S HERE! IT'S HERE! THE FINAL CHAPTER OF "A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS" IS HERE! Ok, three new characters, the guy's played by Nicholas Hoult, the older Asian woman's played by Ming-Na Wen, and the girl's played by Ellen Page, and of course, all the old characters and their actors are returning (if you're new then the characters' castings are on my profile). Apart from that, can't think of anything else to say, except for thank you for reading and please review and enjoy!

New Blood

The streets of Gotham were illuminated, the puddles of rain water giving the roads an eerie glow. A violet convertible car shot down the avenue, the clowns riding in it firing automatic weapons behind them as the police cars pursued them.

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, COPPERS!" the Joker cried, he and his men firing at the cars with gusto. Suddenly, three motorcycles in black, violet, and red, pulled out of side streets to join the chase. The Joker grinned and motioned to his driver to pick up the pace, an order he swiftly obeyed. The Clown Prince of Crime quickly brought out a bag of grenades and other goodies and started launching them out the back at the advancing vigilantes. They dodged the blasts and continued to gain ground, until they were side by side with the violet vehicle. The Joker's driver tried to ram them off the road as the clowns fired on them, but the masked defenders avoided the shots and retaliated with some of their own, using Batarangs, small mines, and the end of their electrified staffs to blow the tires on both sides. Both the front and back ends of the car scraped the pavement as the tires gave way beneath them and the car quickly spun out of control, eventually turning wildly and hitting a wall. The rest of his gang unconscious from the impact, the Joker rolled out of his totaled convertible and flopped on his back, looking up to find three vigilantes' Batarangs pointing in his face as the police cars pulled up behind them.

"Foul. I call foul," the Joker moaned from his place on the ground. That didn't stop several GCPD officers from slapping cuffs on his wrists, after verifying that he had no other weapons on him. The sound of other sirens coming closer caught everyone's ears and the head officer headed over to the vigilantes, tipping his hat to them when he stopped.

"You'd better get gone before Yin gets here. And thanks," he said.

"Don't mention it," Spoiler said. The cop nodded and turned to leave, but Spoiler grabbed his arm stop him. "Seriously. Don't." The officer smiled and nodded and Spoiler released him, kicking her bike back to life along with her comrades.

"Catch you later Batbrats!" the Joker yelled over his shoulder as the trio of young vigilantes took of into the night.


Batgirl, Robin, and Spoiler walked into the now main Batcave that lay in the basement of Wayne Enterprises, which was now even larger than the days of the original Batman. It now went down several more floors and had many new training grounds for the high level Sons of the Batman, including mazes, manmade jungles, hallucination rooms, training mats, and a T-Rex animatronic that they'd gotten cheap at the Cyrus Pinkney Museum auction after the Penguin's unfortunate demise, all of which were being used by the training teens and young adults. The trio of young vigilantes made their way through the tumbling trainees toward mission control, in the form of several computer monitors bolted to the walls, a woman wearing reading glasses and a red wig in a wheelchair at the helm of everyone. On the monitors were news reports of natural disasters, warzones, crimes, and peace conferences. But the main one, right in front of the seated woman, held the image of an older Asian woman at a press conference.

"Despite Gotham's history of crime, I believe our only recourse is law enforcement. I will not participate in the activities of a vigilante. Therefore, as your police commissioner, I issue an arrest warrant for the Batman and all other Gotham City vigilantes on charges of breaking and entering, assault and battery, creating a public menace –" The woman then changed the footage to later coverage of another press conference.

"Commissioner, it has been six years since you have taken your position on vigilantes and in spite of the Batman and other vigilantes continued helping of the GCPD in capturing and taking down criminals, you maintain your position as Anti-Batman. Don't you think the Batman's help should offer him some reprieve?" a dark haired man wearing a suit and glasses interrogated.

"He wants to support law and order? Then he should take off the mask and put on a uniform," Commissioner Ellen Yin said. "Not only does Batman create these so called 'super criminals', he takes it upon himself to be their judge and jury with no regards to the legal system."

"So you maintain your position?" the dark haired reporter said.

"And I always will." Oracle sighed and turned off the footage, which was then replaced by a video call with the reporter on the other end.

"Nice try Clark. The attempt was appreciated," she said.

"No problem Oracle. Call me if you need anything or have anything on Luthor," he replied, hanging up. News footage of some kind of robot terrorizing Star City then replaced the video call, prompting Oracle to put a hand to her headset.

"How's work on Ivo's Amazo going?" she asked the heroes on the other end.

"It's been deconstructed and is on its way to Star Labs," Black Canary informed her ally.

"Terrific. Nightwing, do you have any squads in the area that could act as an undercover motorcade?" she inquired.

"Already one on the way," came the voice of Nightwing.

"Perfect. Excuse me, the trio just got back from patrol I need to debrief them. As always, send any other questions, comments, or requests to my phone or computer. If it's an emergency, use the urgent channel."

"You got it, Oracle," Canary and Nightwing replied, allowing her to hang up and turn to the trio.

"The Joker has been handed over to the GCPD and will be put in a holding cell until his trial, after which he will undoubtedly be returned to Arkham Asylum," Batgirl informed the Oracle, who nodded.

"Good work. Get some rest." Spoiler and Robin nodded in acknowledgement and headed out, but Batgirl was stopped by Oracle pulling her down for a hug.

"What's this for?" Cassie asked her mother.

"I'm not gonna get to do that so often when you're in Hong Kong," Jenna said, letting her daughter straighten up, though the black Kevlar clad young woman continued to kneel next to her mother.

"You said we needed more operatives in China." The woman who was once the Batgirl sighed and nodded.

"That I did. And it's times like these that I wished I spoke less."

"You wouldn't be you if you did." Jenna smiled at her daughter before they turned to see Spoiler and Robin's retreating back, the two young vigilantes holding hands as they walked.

"You're sure Spoiler's ready?" Jenna questioned her daughter, slipping back into Oracle mode.

"I am positive. Besides, when has your approval stopped her?" The dark haired older woman nodded, before ushering her daughter toward the door.

"Alright. Get some sleep. You've got work in the morning." Cassie groaned.

"Don't remind me. And you might want to consider taking your own advice."

"I've been doing this longer than anyone. I'm used to it!" Jenna cried at her daughter's retreating back.

"Almost anyone!" Cassie cried as she headed for the lift and Jenna chuckled, knowing her daughter was right. The proof was in the form of Robin John Blake taking on Terrence McGinnis in the Pit below. The younger dark haired man jumped over the older man's sweeping kick and responded with a punch to the face. John took the blow but caught the next one and used it to turn Terry around, before shoving him forward. The younger man stumbled forward but managed to regain his balance at the last second, getting back into form. John then threw a punch that Terry blocked and retaliated with two of his own, knocking the older man down. The young vigilante in training leapt atop his mentor to pin him down, though his teacher saw it coming and soon, the two were rolling across the floor trying to pin each other down. McGinnis managed to kick Blake off of him and send him across the floor, though the man landed surely on his feet and dove at him yet again. The young man flew at him, but the older caught his kick and threw him into the concrete wall, where Terry fell, nothing broken but thoroughly exhausted.

"Good work. Room for improvement, but still good," John commented as he helped Terry to his feet.

"Coming from you, that means I'm perfect," the younger man grinned cheekily.

"Don't push it, McGinnis," John warned jokingly. "Head home, your mother's probably worried sick."

"Nah. She just thinks I work the night shift here," he stated, but started heading out anyway.

"You're getting old," she called to him as started climbing the concrete steps to her level.

"Tell me that again later tonight," John smiled, kissing his wife quickly. She chuckled and they turned to watch trainees practicing and working tirelessly for the good of their city. Jenna sighed.

"Think he's ready?" she asked.

"More than I was when I first put on the cowl."

"So no?" John Blake playfully shoved his wife, who giggled and shoved him right back. Together, they looked over the teens and young adults who they'd taken under their wings, confident in the work they'd done.


The next day, while Jenna was looking over some files at home as she waited for the sun to set, the doorbell rang. This would not be an unusual occurrence in most homes, but everyone who would come to the Dawes-Blake family home either already had a key and a tendency to let themselves in or did not need a key to come in (sometimes both). So ringing the doorbell usually meant a stranger or an assassin who preferred to take the direct approach to lurking in the shadows. In either case, Jenna and the German Shepard-Great Dane mix dog at her feet were surprised, leading to Ace barking at the door to tell whomever was outside that he was there and not to be messed with, as was his master. "Down Ace," Jenna ordered, and the dog obeyed but continued to observe the door. The former vigilante used the periscope attachment to the door to see who it was, seeing an unfamiliar brunette girl who looked to be in her late teens/early twenties. Yet, while she was a stranger herself, the older brunette woman on the other side of the door recognized her almost immediately. "Might I ask who you are before I open the door?" It was more of a formality than anything, but either way, the girl seemed to understand.

"Irena Dubrovna ma'am," was what she answered with.

"That's not your real name." Not a question.

"No ma'am, but I'd rather not say it out here," the girl admitted. Jenna sighed, having gotten her confirmation, and unlocked the numerous locks and deadbolts, slid her chair back to allow the door to open, and looked over the young woman in front of her, Ace sniffing curiously behind her.

"How did you know where I live?" she inquired casually.

"Helena Bertinelli and the Zataras were very helpful." Jenna chuckled to herself at that.

"So he moved to Italy. Should've known." The two women continued to stare at each other.

"You look so much like them you know," the DA stated and the brunette girl smiled.

"And you're just like I imagined you," she replied. The corner of Jenna's mouth twitched upward and she sighed.

"Well come on in and have some tea. I'd like get to know my little sister if it's all right by you," she said, backing up again to let the young woman in.


And so Jennifer Dawes and Helena Wayne sat in the older woman's living room, having tea as the younger woman petted Ace's head in her lap.

"He's not going to be happy when he finds out," Jenna stated and Helena nodded.

"I've got about a week before he comes looking for me. He thinks I'm on a camping trip." Jenna smirked.

"I did that once. Told him I'd be back in a week, left for the entire summer."

"He told me about that. You did that every year you were in college."

"Yeah. He left me alone after the first three times I evaded him. Knew I needed the experience."

"Actually, he guessed it was kind of payback for him leaving you for seven years."

"Well… maybe it was a little bit of that," Jenna admitted, and the two daughters of the Dark Knight laughed. "So what about you? I know this isn't a courtesy call, or you would've called ahead." Helena cocked an eyebrow.

"And they call Batman the world's greatest detective."

"Someone had to teach the new guy. Got a name picked out?"

"Huntress." It was Jenna's turn to cock an eyebrow.

"Helena let you have her name?"

"She's retiring."

"Good for her," Jenna said, taking a sip of tea. And she meant it too; they weren't as young as they used to be, not as fast or as strong. It was better for them to retire and let someone else carry on the legacy. But their successors still had certain standards to meet, prompting Jenna to put down her teacup and straighten up. "But you know that I set standards for my team mates. Can you meet them?"

"I won't kill, if that's what you're worried about," Helena assured her sister. Jenna smiled.

"I figure you've got enough of him in you to balance out your mother's genes. But that's not what I meant. How well can you fight?" Helena shrugged.

"Pretty good."

"Pretty well," Jenna corrected, making Helena flush.

"Yes. Pretty well. He taught me basic self-defense, but I got my mom to teach me more and Huntress tutored me in the types of tech you guys use, as well as with her crossbow. I think I'm ready." Jenna raised an eyebrow again.

"We'll see."


Helena fell to the mat and rolled out of the way of Cassandra's kick that would've knocked her out if it had landed. She leaped back to her feet and got into position, surveying the current Batgirl. Cass sent a punch at her head, which she barely dodged, before responding with a blow of her own. Cassie blocked it and then swept her opponent's legs out from under her, Helena falling flat on her back as she was knocked off her feet for the umpteenth time. The young dark haired girl glanced up from the ground to see Jenna peering down at her.

"Still think you're ready?" Jenna asked, helping her younger sister up.

"Well what do you think?" Helena replied evasively. Jenna grinned.

"Good answer. I think training is only part of it: a helpful part, but still only a part. Will is the majority of where a person's power comes from. The strongest, smartest, and most promising only go as far as their will takes them. So the real question is: do you still want to do this?"

"More than anything," was the young woman's reply. So Jenna smiled and stuck out her hand to her sister, who took and shook it.

"Welcome to the team, Huntress."


"So she cried, 'I'm a hero, not a Ming vase!'" Jenna laughed out, John, Cassie, and Helena whooping with her at the dinner table. It was a week later and Helena had adapted spectacularly well to the nocturnal vigilante lifestyle. She was doing well in training and would likely soon be ready for her first night out.

"So he let her go?" Helena asked, wiping tears from her eyes.

"No. He didn't let her do anything. Canary does what she wants."

"Except when you tell her not to," Cass noted as she, her father, and Helena cleared the table.

"Only for the benefit of the greater good," Jenna admitted. The doorbell rang and she maneuvered her chair to answer it. "Not following direct orders has a tendency to get people killed or hurt."

"Says the most dangerous woman in Gotham," Helena scoffed.

"Potentially dangerous. I'm not the type to attack people unprovoked," Jenna said, looking through the peephole. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and scooting back as fast as she could, she threw the door open and launched herself from her wheelchair on top of the dark, graying haired man with a cane who stood outside her door. John, Cassandra, and Helena rushed to the door to find Jenna slamming Bruce Wayne's head into the floor of the apartment complex hallway. Helena looked at John Blake with a raised eyebrow and he shrugged in reply.

"She comes from the school of 'do as I say, not as I do,'" he explained, watching his wife pummel his father-in-law.

"I can tell," Helena noted, watching her sister pound her father to a pulp. John Blake sighed and turned to his sister-in-law.

"Come on, we'd better keep your sister from murdering your father," he said, kneeling down to pull his wife off of his retired predecessor.