Final chapter! Review, review, review, and read!

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Dear Diary,

Wow. Um, I never thought I'd write in this again. It's been like... two years now. I've graduated highschool.

I went to boarding school. Dad payed for it. Duh. Anyway, it was fun at the beginning. Then the Titans started being on the news alot. Alot, alot. It bugged me. I guess I kind of, really, missed them. Which is totally stupid.

So I stopped watching TV and then stopped listening to the radio. You know what? It felt good. So I stopped emailing Dad and only called Aunt Cathy the barest of the bare minimum. I still chatted with Nightwing4ever. He was never part of the real world, so it was ok.

After graduation, though, I had to come back to Gotham. I had managed to stay in this stupid AP thing during the summer so it was alright.

When I came back Aunt Cathy hugged me so much I thought my larynx would be crushed permanently.

"Oh, thank goodness." she said. "You're ok. I was so worried. I haven't heard from you in three months! Three!" Now she was mad. "What were you thinking?"

"I ... uh..." What was I thinking again? Oh yeah, I didn't know really.

"You went into isolation mode or something! Practically turning into your father!"

"Um, hey, I'm going to get, uh, food, kay? Bye!"

Oh yeah, I set a few records. Thinking logically was a new concept. Realizing I hadn't been thinking logically was a freaking new concept. Wait, why I am even writing in this? Ugh. Ok. Breathing now.

It was late when I went out, which is incredibly stupid to the tenth degree in Gotham. Fortunately, I take care of myself pretty darn well. Except from random superheroes who land in front of me.

"Rose?"

"Wh-who?" I sputtered. There was this guy standing in front of me. He wore this blue and black super-suit and and interestingly shaped mask. His black hair hung in his face in an I-care-enough-to-make-it-look-like-I-don't-care style. Then it hit me. "Robin!"

"Yeah. Actually it's Nightwing now. Me and Batman and, uh, Starfire... kind of had this ... falling out?" He was still cute.

"Oh."

Nightwing.

"I haven't seen Ravager in a while," the artist formerly known as Robin said. "She quit?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Nightwing, Nightwing, Nightwing.

"Hey, Rose. So-"

"Bye!"

More records. Nightwing, Nightwing, Nightwing.

"Good food?" Aunt Cathy asked when I got back to her house.

"Actually, I wasn't that hungry and I realized that half way to... wherever I was going. Heh." I didn't even really try to lie well.

"Someone's on the phone for you, Rose." She held out the receiver. I took it numbly.

"Hello, Rose."

Panic. Why? I don't know. "Hi... Dad. What's up?"

"How has the last year and a half been?" Was he mad?

"Um, fine. Not that exciting," I said.

"Got any plans for college?"

"No. Yes. I don't know."

"I can see that."

"Yeah." Wait, what? "Wait, what?"

"You obviously have had no idea what you've been doing for the past two years, my dear."

Shut up, Dad. You're not alowed to be right about me.

"Well, nice talking to you. Bye!"

Aunt Cathy looked at me expectantly, or something else. "Rose?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um... no."

She walked away. "No. Sure!"

So I just wanted to say goodbye. It's been a week since then. I've started training again. Nightwing's getting together some team... the Outsiders?

He invited me. I think things might turn out okay.

There it is. Tell me what you think, because I don't know what I think. A heads up on me: I've discontinued my SladeRae, Unpermitted, and now only have one story in progress. I will soon be beginnning another, totally different, totally separate Rose story.

I hope you enjoyed Thought on Crime, and if you didn't you will explain why. Love you all... I think!

Ciao,

Deathstroke Katana