Warning: Consensual, adult, sexual situations. Woo hooo Bruce and Talia sexy times. Everything else is G or PG and of course it is still the end of the world

The Ends 10

Spencer

Jackson put up less of a stink about Roy leaving then I thought he would. I guess I still see him as the boy from New York. He is not that person anymore, neither of us are. He's not happy about it nor am I but Roy has to do this. He has to go to find out for himself and Bruce needs to know if the Green Arrow is alive. I would go with Roy in a heartbeat but he would never allow it. He has found a safe place for us, well as safe as anyplace can be now. He doesn't want to risk us taking that long trip. I know it is to protect us and I love him for it. I laugh to myself. I love Roy Harper. He is father, brother, friend and I am exceedingly grateful to have met him. This means I am going to miss him but not yet. He's still here which is why I am sitting on his bed in medical because Jackson has the only chair telling him about our morning.

"Talia Al Ghul is terrifying."

"I'm actually not gonna disagree with you Spence." Roy answers while shaking his head.

"I liked her."

"Yeah but she was nice to you Jackson." I spit at him.

We were summoned to the training room early this morning by a man named Hamza. He dressed all in black and I won't lie he appeared to be a bit intimidating but was surprisingly pleasant. He led us to the training room where we met Talia Al Ghul. She is an incredibly beautiful woman who also happens to be extremely dangerous and mean. She had us run through self defense techniques that luckily Roy had already taught us. Apparently we were successful but sloppy. She had my brother use his crossbow, praising his accuracy and obvious devotion to the weapon. I spared with Hamza and was informed that my skills were adequate for someone with no training but lacked any real power behind them. Ms. Al Ghul then questioned me on my sword. The wakazashi still hung on my hip even though I never drew it. I took Roy's lesson to heart. I would never draw it unless I meant to use it and let's be honest I sucked rocks. I told her the truth.

"Well then I would like to see just how pathetic your sword skills are girl."

She walked over to the far corner of the training room and came back with two bokken, wooden training swords. I had seen these before at my grandfather's. He never used any of the weapons he collected but they were displayed throughout his home. My Dad used to roll his eyes at his father's collection. She tossed me one and I fumbled but caught it before it hit the floor.

It was humiliating. I knew from the moment at the Lincoln Tunnel that my sword skills were far from glorious but I had no idea just how bad they really were. I walked out of the training room with bruised knuckles, bruised ribs, and a bruised ego.

"That bad Eye of the Tiger?"

"Oh yeah, that bad Roy." I hang my head. Roy rubs my arm and soothes me but I can see the smirk on his face because we both know just how bad I am with the sword.

"Excuse me, I am sorry to interrupt your visit but I need to see Spencer and Jackson for their medical exam." The woman who helped Roy yesterday when we arrived interrupted quietly.

"K gotta go Roy." I say as I pat his hand. Jackson says a quick see you later and follows me. Roy has been moved to the back of medical. There are two beds in the back sectioned off with fabric just like the bunks. One belongs to Roy the other to the woman who is Batgirl. We follow the older woman up to the front of medical and sit in the chairs we sat in yesterday as they worked on Roy.

Mrs. Cleary introduces herself to us formally and we are each in turn brought over to sit on the examination table. It's a pretty basic examine. She asks about allergies, previous injuries, and any medical conditions that she should be made aware of. Both Jackson and I are healthy and luckily have no health issues. I do mention the weird déjà vu that sometimes bothers me just in case I have vertigo or something. Mrs. Cleary is not concerned. She draws several vials of blood from both of us to test for the basics and to determine what blood type we are. At the end of the examine she hands us each a black pouch. "Now these should be on your person at all times. They attach easily to your belt. It is your responsibility to keep it stocked. When you are in need of replacements please see either myself or Alfred. Now go on dears, take a look inside."

Jackson and I follow orders and dig through our bags. The bags are about the size of a fanny pack that I had seen tourists wearing all the time but these are in sections, three small and one large. In the smaller sections there is first a small projectile weapon that is ironically shaped like a bat, then two marble sized orbs that Mrs. Cleary explains are smoke bombs and shows us how to detonate them, and lastly an epi pen. The larger section holds first aid paraphernalia, bandages, gauze, tape, a needle and thread, and disinfectant. Jackson and I both hold the last items we find in the pouch tentatively in our fingers and are not sure how to react. I can feel the heat bloom on my cheeks and I think Jackson might try to run.

"Oh, you don't need those dear." Mrs. Cleary says as she snatches the two condoms from Jackson's fingers. The relief that spreads across his face is immediate. I hold mine out for her to take but she smiles knowingly at me. "No, no love you tuck yours back in the pouch." I tuck them back in quickly and try to pretend that I am a mature responsible adult who is not blushing profusely because she was just holding prophylactics.

"Do you have the samples for me Mrs. Cleary?" A young man I now know to be Tim Drake walks in and asks the nurse.

"I do." She smiles brightly at him. She passes him the labeled vials of our blood and hands him the paperwork that we have brought from Ms. Al Ghul. Mrs. Cleary has added her scribbles to the papers as well.

"I'm Tim." He says moving towards us, reaching out politely to shake Jackson's hand and then mine. His grip is firm and his hand is warm and oh my god he knows I was just holding condoms. He takes his samples and leaves.

"Yes dear he is very handsome." Mrs. Cleary winks at me.

"Wha, no, I huh?" I eloquently respond. She chuckles and shoos us out of medical with instructions to go and get something to eat.

Bruce

"NO!"

Talia sighs but stands firm before countering. "Yes."

I have received the paper work on our newest arrivals, Spencer and Jackson Honda. It appears that both are quite extraordinary individuals, one in Talia's eyes and the other in Tim's. Tim has examined their blood samples and found that Jackson has the same unique antibodies as every other survivor. Spencer however has the extra circle within the square that I possess. Her and I are the only ones as of yet to have this anomaly. Tim feels that further study into her and I must be done. Talia was impressed with the boy's skill and maturity. She has explained excitedly of his talents. She has also recommended that both be placed on patrol and hunting party duty. I am not confident with this decision.

"The boy is skilled with his weapon of choice. He is determined and shows initiative and potential in combat." Talia states excitedly.

"But he is only ten years old." I offer as an argument.

"Yes he is young, however he is far more skilled then eighty percent of the men and women you send out every day. Had the League known of him he could have been developing and honing his talents. Damian, our son was lethal at his age."

"Damian is an exception Talia and this is not the League. This boy has had minimal training and is still just that a boy. I can't in good conscience…"

"He can be trained more if you wish and kept with his sister in outside excursions. I assume you are ok with the girl being assigned to these tasks." She interrupted.

"Yes she is old enough and if you feel she is capable then I agree, but I am not thrilled about the boy being sent into potentially dangerous situations."

"You concede then beloved?" She asks with a mischievous smile on her lips. She steps forward closing the distance between us in the small area of my bunk.

"I am not conceding Talia." I almost whisper tilting my head down to look more closely into her eyes. "I will have him patrol for a time before I even consider him being sent out into the city. You may train him if you like but…" Here I pause thinking I will dissuade her with her distaste for the girl. "His sister must be trained with him."

She presses her body against mine, her hand covering me through my pants. "Very well, I agree to your terms." She whispers before leaning up and pressing her warm soft lips to mine.

The walls of fabric are all that separate us from the others. There is no privacy but the compulsion to be inside of her is far too overwhelming and I do not care. I urge her down to the softness of my bedroll and wrench her pants swiftly from her. I kneel between her thighs and press a finger inside. Swirling, twisting, and teasing, my thumb flicking and rolling above. Her eyes are closed and her breath is ragged but no other sounds leave her. When she arches her back up off the linen I can wait no more. Still kneeling between, I lift her hips with both hands and push in hard. I hiss through my teeth at the tightness consuming me and piston with no mercy. Her eyes widen in surprise momentarily before her lids droop. She licks her silent lips and watches me as I take her. I follow the trail of a bead of sweat as it slowly runs between her breasts. Dropping her hips I shift and cover her with my body, leaning down to lap at the bead with my tongue. I quicken and a small moan escapes from her before she regains control. She is tightening obscenely around me. She finishes silently holding her breath before muscles relax and still but I am not finished with her yet. I lift a leg and angle deeper, harder and bite down on the tender skin of her breast. Her breath draws in at the pleasurable pain and my movements begin a more erratic rhythm. Once, twice and I am letting go. My muscles twitch and spasm as a long heavy sigh pushes out of my mouth onto her skin. I collapse on top of her smaller frame for a moment as my nerve endings finish firing.

I roll beside her and we both lie sweaty and satiated on the cool linen of my bunk. I can hear voices a small distance away but am far too relaxed to care. "There is coldness in his eyes and a sharp edge to his quiet demeanor. The boy could be so much more but I will defer to you on this as I believe his sister is the sun he orbits around and I no longer wish to break the bonds that people hold dear. I have grown tired of seeking those things. I am… Happy here." I look to her surprised. I pull her close and press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"Yes." I whisper to her. She knows me and my simple reply is enough.