The streets were deserted. It was to be expected. The city was old, rusty, falling apart, crumbling into ruins. He didn't mind; in fact, he preferred it that way. Of course he couldn't stay there – too close to it all – but if he could've, he probably would've. He would've liked the rotting feel of it, off the beaten path, everyone else too caught up in their own deteriorating thoughts to pay anyone else any mind. He could see himself starting a life here, starting over, moving on. But Donovan got here first, polluting the city with memories and reminders that would slowly rip him to shreds the longer he stayed. Yes, he would've liked to stay, but he couldn't, so he had to leave.

He'd dropped the boy off with Donovan, taking the money, the promises, and his new identity and leaving, not even allowing himself a backwards glance. Donovan had been vaguely upset at all the injuries the boy had accumulated – shattered knee, crushed and nearly dismembered hand/arm (so that might've been a little overkill), a few cracked ribs, and a particularly nasty cut on his face and eye which would probably result in blindness in at least one eye, if not both – but the boy was alive, so he expected the deal to be upheld. He'd even taken the liberty to remove all of the trackers on the boy; who cared if he was a little beaten up?

Donovan had agreed and upheld the deal, asking him, of course, to stay and continue in his service, but he'd declined. He got what he wanted. So he'd left, with a smirk and a laugh, promising he'd never be seen again. The boy had been already been taken away; the procedure was to start soon and he had to be prepped.

Once he'd made it back out into the world, he'd set out on a course due west and kept walking.

Now he sighed, removing the red facemask from his face and running a hand through his black hair, lingering momentarily on the white stripe over his forehead. He had a new life, a fresh start. Everything else was behind him, only a distant memory, like an ill-fated dream, lingering in the back of the consciousness. Passing a rusty dumpster, he dropped the mask inside, listening as it clattered to the bottom, a dull ring of metal striking metal echoing across the street. But no one heard, and if they did, they didn't care. No one cared about him anymore. Batman, no doubt, cared about the mask – at least, what the man in the mask had done – but that mask was gone. And no one care about the man behind the mask.

A/N: Well, it's officially, finally, completely, and fully over. But of course there is the sequel. Nothing is ever really over. ;)

Thanks to all reviewers last chapter.

Masqueraded Angel: Thank you!

Silence Dogood II: I will try! As for Jason… heeheehee….

Kelly1432: Awww, thanks! Crying's good. Embrace it.

Brightpath: Thank you!

ShadowCatAlex: Haha, thanks?

mixxi: Thank you. I rather liked it myself.

KaliAnn: Thank you! It's good to hear you liked the fight. I'm thinking my fight scene writing has improved greatly from the beginning of this story *shudder*.

XxNeonShadowsxX: Wow, thank you so much for the amazing review! I'm tickled pink, or whatever that expression is. Thank you soooo much! Words cannot describe how great this review was.

not-exactly-the-truth: Thank you! Hopefully it will be up soon.

MechaBunny: Oh dear, wouldn't want mad bunnies all over the world. Better get started on that sequel!

Anonymous: Thank you! That was extremely clever!

I. Love. Dick. Grayson: Thank you!

soccernin19: Blown mind. Awesome. Thank you!

Darkninja457: Glad you did. Thank you so much!

Glacier22: Come at me, bro! Haha, okay, I will get to it then, I guess. Thank you.

I just wanna say thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed this story, or followed, favorite, all that that stuff. And a special thank you to the people who reviewed every chapter and stuck with this from the beginning. You guys rock! Seriously, there was a point where I was ready to quit this and discontinue it, cause I had no inspiration. But it was all the reviewers and readers who really got me back into this, so thank you guys soooo much! I would never have finished a story this length without you all! I hope you all stick around for the sequel.

Speaking of which, I will begin working on the sequel soon! I'm super excited! I've been planning it my head since almost the beginning, so I have a lot of ideas! Like I said before, this ending was planned all along. But, before I start the sequel, I will be writing a few one-shot short story deals. So check out my other stuff while you're waiting!

I'd also like to point out this is, technically, including the epilogue, 21 chapters long. That's my favorite number. I always wanted this to be 21 chapters. Didn't think it would happen. Mind Blown.

In all, it's been a crazy journey. I started this almost exactly a year ago. That's crazy. This story was a journey of Robin finding himself, changing, and then realizing in the end, he's not the same person he was when he started out, but he's still himself. I am not the same person I was when I started this story. In a way, I feel almost as if Robin's journey was my journey. And maybe it was. But this is the end… for now. Like I said before, nothing really ends. This is more of a beginning, really. So stick around, hold on tight, and don't blink. ;)

Until next time!

Alex out.

...Yeah he looks so sad in photographs; I absolutely love him, when he smiles.