Author's note: This completes the story begun in Wall of Death and finished in The Debt. If you haven't reviewed, I encourage you to do so since this is the only pay I get for the hours I put in. Besides, I love to hear from you all!

EPILOGUE

GOTHAM AIRPORT

TWO DAYS LATER

Bruce Wayne entered the private terminal and saw Talia standing alone with a young boy. Hearing his foot step, she turned to face him. "Beloved," she said.

"Talia," he looked hungrily at the young boy she held by the hand. "Do you have to take him so far away?"

She glanced down at the five year old. "I am afraid so, Beloved. Hong Kong is the lesser of my father's territories. He is allowing me to rule there without interference." She smiled up at him. "I will not allow him to forget his father."

"Damian," Bruce knelt on the terminal floor. "You will remember me, won't you?"

Damian approached and allowed himself to be hugged. "I won't forget you, Father. I'll work hard and make you proud of me." Pulling himself out of the hug, Damian ran back to his mother and took her hand again. "Mother, I believe that it is time to go now," he said stolidly.

Bruce took his feet again. "Your father doesn't have any more plans for Damian, does he?"

"Not as far as I am aware," she replied. "But then, he doesn't confide in me like he used to. Be assured that I will do my utmost to protect our son."

Bruce nodded. "Call me if you need me. And send me reports of his progress, would you?"

She smiled and allowed Damian to tug her toward the gate. At the doorway, she looked over her shoulder. "Farewell, Beloved," she said and exited through the doorway.

Bruce Wayne remained until the plane had taken off and long after it had disappeared into the sky. He sighed and returned to Alfred and the limousine.

Back at the mansion, he found a restless Dick Grayson attempting to perform a routine on the rings. When Dick fell for the third time, Bruce winced and called out, "Dick, you're going to re-fracture your leg if you keep landing like that." Then he remembered how Dick had gotten the broken leg in the first place and felt ashamed.

He had never doubted the necessity for the injury; Dick would have been killed if not immobilized. Still, this was his boy he'd hurt. He'd raised him since he was eight years old; Dick had been Robin since he was nine. Bruce sighed.

Dick hobbled over to where Bruce stood, fighting his interior battle. "It's okay, Boss," Dick said cheerfully and patted Bruce's shoulder. "I understand what you had to do and I forgive you." Dick moved over to the bench and sat down. Bruce took the spot next to him.

"So, what now?" Dick asked. "I can't go back to being Robin; I understand that now. The war's over and I've finished programming the Watchtower's computers."

"Dick, you can always stay here," Bruce said earnestly. "Just because you aren't being Robin doesn't mean you've lost your home or your family."

Dick gave his father a long look, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Bruce, but it wouldn't feel right. I need to contribute, to earn my place. Yes, I know," he waved down Bruce's protests. "I know that you're happy to share whatever you have with me, but I this bird needs to start scratching for his own worms. For starters, I think I'll go to Mount Justice. The team is still active, right?"

Bruce's lips quirked. "Yes, once they get back from their mission off-planet. They'll still need a leader and you've proven competent."

"You aren't going to dog my steps like an overanxious helicopter parent, are you?" Dick asked with a sly smile.

"It won't be easy, but yes, I'll let you and the team get yourselves out of danger without interfering...unless you really need a rescue," Bruce said firmly.

"Okay, okay, if we really need to pulled out of some deep kimchee, you are welcome to interfere. Otherwise, we're on our own," Dick reached out a hand and Bruce shook it.

"So, when are they getting back?" Dick asked pensively.

"I think they have about two weeks left," Bruce replied. "I sent them to a planetary system on the edge of the galaxy. I...ah...wanted to get you as far as possible out of harm's way."

Dick's grinned. "Okay, I guess I consider myself on vacation for a couple more weeks. And now can you tell me just what it was that I was up to during the T'Shal war? I still don't remember a thing."

"Be glad to," Bruce answered and the two made their way upstairs.