A/N: Sooooo, I'm late posting, . . . Cause I forgot, . . . IT'S muy 21st BIRTHDAY okay? Gimme a break. Either way, I remembered before the day was out, . . . in certain time zones,. . . Well. This is it guys. The last Chapter. For this Story any way. Read the closing A/N for a Speacial Message. ;)

ENJOY!

Chapter 24: Epilog.

Every one began to leave Dick's apartment, saying their farewells and good nights. Dick saw each of them out before he realized that Tim didn't say 'good bye'. Frowning at that, Dick figured he'd talk to his little brother in the morning. For now, his thigh was aching and he was dead tired. He wasn't the only one either as Barbara followed him down the hall into her own room for the night.

Once he reach his own room, Dick found out why Tim hadn't announced his departure. The poor boy was fast asleep on his bedroom floor. Dick at first wanted to coo at how peaceful his brother looked until he saw the tear tracks on Tim's cheeks. Dick felt his heart clench. He wasn't a demon anymore, he wouldn't be able to see for himself how dark Tim's eyes must be.

Doing the best he could as a human version of the big brother Tim knew, Dick tried to gently pick the sleeping Robin up. He now suddenly missed his demonic strength. With his weaker body, Dick clumsily managed to get Tim to the bed and under the covers before he changed into sleep wear and joined him. One thing Dick had to count as a blessing was that Tim couldn't die of 'black eyes'.

Roy was fast asleep on his couch after a long day of keeping Lian entertained. She may be his little princess, but she could still be a real diva some times. She definitely got that from her mother of course. It was at this point of rare bliss that Roy's phone started to ring right in his ear.

Roy jumped at the sudden loud interruption to his dream that yanked him back to the waking world and into reality. Grumbling and grouchy, the ginger snatched his cell from under the pillow he was using and answered it.

"WHAT?" He snapped into the receiver.

"Yesh, sleepy human is crabby human," Jason's voice drawled.

"I was sleeping, you inhuman, hellish creature of damnation!" Roy growled.

"Enough with the pillow talk. I need your help."

"Call Kori," Roy sneered in to the cell. Sure Jason rarely, that is to say, never asked for help ever, and this would be the first of many favors paid that Roy owes him, but Roy was so freaking tired.

"I was going to after I called you, this is an all hands on deck kind of ordeal." Jason muttered. "Damn it Roy, I can't do this on my own and Star will only be of so much help."

"Jason-" Roy was starting to falter. This really sounded serious.

"Roy. I need help." Jason's voice was stern and deep. Roy swore he could even hear a bit of vulnerability in it, but that must have just been an issue with his ears. "I need you."

That was it. There was no backing out of it, not with an admission like that. Instantly, the archer knew just how he need to respond to his, unadmittedly, best friend.

"I need you too, man, I'm so happy we have each other to lean on in these difficult times," Roy joked in the phone, making his voice shake to make it sound like he was tearing up.

"Shut up Asshat," Jason growled.

"I'll be there. Just let me call my sitter," Roy chuckled. "Oh, and you're paying for coffee."

"I'll text you the address." And with that Jason hung up.

"Yeah, Love you too, Jack Ass," Roy grumbled as he pulled the phone from his ear. He was going to have to wake up his sitter, considering the hour, and then he was going to have to make a very convincing offer in the form of dollar signs to get her to come in. If all else failed, he could just play the 'for your niece' card that got Artemis every time. Silly girl couldn't see that she was already the best aunt in the world in Lian's eyes.

Not really tired as they had just slept the previous night, Steph and Cas went about town having some fun doing their respective jobs. It was just like old times. The two were actually finding it a lot easier to trust each other fully again, to the point where Steph knew if she just suddenly dropped from the sky, her sister would instantly catch her. It was a good feeling and one they hadn't had in a while. At some point that night they had decided to take a break, getting some dinner at a near-by McDonald's and sitting on a roof top with their feet over the edge.

"Just like old times, isn't it?" Steph asked, breaking the silence that had settled comfortably between the two.

"Yes." Casandra smiled at her. "Old times." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she seemed to be enjoying the sounds of the city beneath them.

"A lot may have changed, but it really is just like it use to be." Steph kept talking. "Given, a LOT has changed: Dick's now human, Selena's retired, the Manor's more of a pit stop than a home anymore, and we now know about Barahona Items and 'Special Ones'."

As Steph rambled, Cas had begun to give small nods to each item her sister rattled off. But when Steph got to the last one, She lowered her head again and locked eyes on Steph.

"Not much about that," she pointed out. "Special Ones. What are they?"

Steph went to think about her answer, but Cas was right. Even Alfie only knew so much about them to give a brief synopsis. "I guess we'll have to figure that out for ourselves." Then she got an idea.

"Hey! Let's get Barbara in on it, the three of us could try and figure it out together! After all, she's the one we're convinced is a Witch after all," Steph suggested.

"Yes. I like that plan." Cas nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Tomorrow though. Barbara looked beat earlier," Steph decided. It'd be nice to have a mission after so long. Now it really felt like old times.

Bruce had gone back to the Dark World where Barbara's brother was waiting in his cave, fast asleep, surrounded by the items that hadn't been touched since Dick had this procedure. The boy's temple now had a sizable bruise where his sister hit him. That would make explaining this to Gordon easier. Bruce would set up a crashed car, place the boy in the driver seat and place his head on the steering wheel so that it looked like he received a concussion from the impact. As for where to get the car, Bruce figured he could just hot wire one of his own and make it look like the boy was joy riding. This worked as it gave Bruce a good reason for talking to Jim Gordon again. He'd have to age himself to do so though, just a bit.

Bringing his focus back to what he was suppose to be doing, Bruce took a deep breath. Jason had grabbed one of the more ornate vials for James, probably by accident. The demon figured it would work as a trophy in the place where Dick's immortality was now absent. Bruce placed the vial just above James' head on the table before setting his hands on either side of the boy's face. Or maybe he'd give it to Jim as a consolation gift and call it something fancy. He'll make certain to let the elder man know to never open it.

'Phialam Memoriae' To: Jim From: Bruce

Dick woke up to his alarm. He looked over to the warm body beside him and frowned. Tim barely stirred. This really wasn't a good sign in the least. The only up side was there was still a chance of helping his little brother. Dick decided to go ahead and put a smile on as he shook the young demon awake.

"Hey little brother, time to get up." he whispered.

"No," Tim groaned before rolling back over.

"Now now, that's no way for a robin to act," Dick tutted.

"'M tired," Tim mumbled into the pillow.

"And you will stay tired if you don't get up and start moving." Dick snickered. "Come on, we can make a day of it. I could get us some tickets to go see a band. Any band. It could be a crappy band that we could just spend the whole day mocking in the audience while we eat expensive cheap food and make multiple bad decisions. How's that sound?" Dick asked. Tim was quiet for a moment and Dick had to wonder if the boy had fallen back asleep. Finally Tim rolled his head from the pillow to look at the horrible morning person before him.

"I hear Coldplay is playing in Gotham this weekend," Tim suggested.

"Oh! I LOVE Coldplay! Yeah, we should totally go!" Dick smiled brightly.

Tim made a face. "Coldplay sucks."

Dick slapped a hand to his chest and gasped. "What! You, little brother, cannot be saying what I think you think I think you're saying."

"That sentence made no sense, and, yes, I hate Coldplay and will bash every minute of it." Tim smirked at his older brother before he began to sit up.

"Well then, now we HAVE to go just so I can-" Dick was interrupted when his phone rang. "Oh, just a minute."

Dick leaned back and grabbed his phone off his bed side table and saw that it was Sandy. He realized that this would be the first time he had spoken to anyone other than his roommates or family since getting his memories back. This was going to be weird. Getting ready for the conversation that was about to happen, Dick pressed 'answer'.

"Hey, Sandy, what's up?" Dick asked.

"Dick! Get here, NOW!" Sandy sounded scared.

"Whoa, hey, slow down. What's going on?" Dick asked.

"I'm calling all the employees and getting your asses here. It's just, I can't, just get here now." Dick heard Sandy take a calming breath, "Dick, it's O'Connal." She sobbed at the end and that was all the coherence she had. All she said next was a blubbered 'good bye, see you soon' and then she hung up to probably call Cory or Josh.

Dick pulled the phone from his ear and felt cold run through his body. He hoped it wasn't as bad as Sandy was making it sound, but as seemingly bipolar as that woman could be sometimes, she never blew things out of proportion like this. It had to be bad.

"You're going to have to cancel that 'Coldplay' date, huh?" Tim asked, interrupting Dick's thoughts. Dick snapped back to himself and looked at Tim incredulously.

"What?! Me cancel on you? Never! I just have to go take care of something at work and then we're on. Got it?" Dick asked, giving Tim a pointed look that said 'I will cry dramatic crocodile tears if you say "no"'.

"Alright. I have something I need to do anyway," Tim said as he stretched and climbed out of Dick's bed.

"Good, then we'll meet up here later, right?" Dick smiled happily. Tim smiled back at him.

"Of course."

Tim saw Dick out the door before he ducked down to the Dark World real quick. He felt in his hoodie pocket to see that the vial he picked off of Barbara's brother the night before was still there. He knew that his Father would be looking for it as soon as Bruce realized it was missing. He couldn't allow the elder demon find it. So with that in mind, Tim made his way to his bed room.

He was almost past Bruce's cave when he heard the tell tale 'whoosh' that tended to happen when the demon apparated. For a creature that was almost completely silent, he had the loudest disappearing noise ever. Then again Bruce's was a 'now you see me, now you don't' that didn't do anything fancy. Literally, blink and he's gone.

Finally in his room and away from prying eyes, Tim pulled the vial out of his pocket and gave it another long look. No matter how he turned it, the red, black, and gold never mixed. Why were his colors in a bottle. What memories did his father take from him? Were they just as bad as Dick's? Did Bruce take them to save Tim's life?

And that was the only thought that stopped him from opening it. His father had to have had a good reason to take his memories and then lie about it, right? But then what was with that Angel? What did he mean 'strange for one not to know one's self'? He couldn't be saying Tim was an Angel. That's impossible. Wasn't it?

Tim didn't know the first thing about Angels. He only discovered that they existed just a few hours ago. But he had to be a demon. That's how he lived for the longest time. Besides, his Father would have told him if he wasn't really like the rest, especially something this important, wouldn't he?

Biting his lip, Tim tucked the vial behind the books on the shelf in his room. Maybe Hamlet would keep it safe for him.

. . .

On the far side of Gotham stood an old hospital. In the basement of the hospital was a hallway that was traveled only twice a day. At the end of the hall, there was a room that had machines that dutifully beeped and whirred in a rhythm they had set nearly thirty years ago.

Suddenly the machines started to change their speeds as the sleeping man they were connected to stirred. The machines began to go frantic as the room started to get bright. The man in the bed then opened his eyes for the first time in thirty years.

A/N: There you have it. The End to Dick's story. But We ALL know it's not the end of THIS story. Next up we will find out what's going on with Timmy. What's up with these Angels? What memories are in that Vial? And Who did we just witness waking up at the end? All these will be answered in the sequel Half Truths.

Now for those wondering about the Barahona Items, the Special Ones, And the future of 'Batman and Robin' as a duo, those will be answered in a more distant story, . . .. or should I say, Set of Stories. You read that right. This is going to be a pretty long Series. Ya'll ain't gitten rid of me THAT eas'ly. haha. Well guys. THis is it. And again, sorry for the late update.

Funny how this ends on my birthday, hu? Seems almost symbolic in a way. And Totally by accident. I hope it means good things to come ;)

Later!

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~K