A/N: Okay, last chapter. Epilogue will be posted soon.

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He usually sleeps in Gotham. The air is filthy but the crime rate is lower by the day. He loves it there, loves his small family, loves going to school and parkouring his way home. He loves looking up at the poster on the wall each night and sending a silent prayer to his parents, thanking them for offering this life, this sweet, precious life. In guilt and suffering, he owes it to them.

He still has a room in Mount Justice though, which is his headquarters for the four or five rooms he has across the League's members. Gotham is his favorite, yet he does stay with Wally on weekends and loves to be with Ollie and Dinah on chili night.

The Watchtower even has a home for him, a room nestled in the back corner with easy access to the gym. He still likes keeping busy even though he's shuffling himself between homes and beds. He can't decide whether it's nice to have the freedom or if it's nice to know it's permanent.

Permanent isn't really the right word. Once he's eighteen, he can stay in any of them whenever he wants, but for some reason, Dick feels like he'll be ready to hide out on his own and call his own shots. He likes having this big world at his disposal, but he also likes knowing that he'll be safe and secure in one spot.

He likes all of his homes, really. Clark's apartment is quiet, perfect for long study sessions. The Man of Steel will just sit in the background and type away on his laptop without hardly glancing in Dick's direction. Ollie's house is always a party, alive with women and drinks and suits. Richard never exactly loved that lifestyle, but he does enjoy spending time with Roy, especially when he's grumpy in his suit. And hey, it's not always a bad thing to go and promote Wayne Enterprises... The Allen household is open at any time. The zeta-tubes are available whenever they're needed and a bunk bed was added to Wally's room just for him. There's a room right next to Conner's in Mount Justice, which is great because Con is always the first one to hear if he's having nightmares and is always the first one to whisper him Romani words to calm his nerves. It's nice to have a friend. The Watchtower is mostly unused, but every now and then he'll hide there and simply focus on his training.

He had many homes now; well, he always had many homes, but the limitations were too strict. Now he's free, free as a bird, and he never misses a chance to escape.

Besides Gotham, Mount Justice and Manhattan are tied for his second home. He spends most weekends with Zatanna or Wally if there isn't a mission or training. It's a good life, and he's happy.

Training isn't bad. Canary always takes it easy on him though, which is annoying. But then there's Conner who'll always go all-in and throw punches until he's blue in the face. And Artemis is never one to fight lightly: she's the first to give him a black eye, usually. Her or Roy.

His mantle is still in use. He takes night patrols with the archers in Gotham before returning home to wherever he's chosen to sleep for the night. Robin exists, but no one knows. Only the bad guys and even then, they're too scared to say anything. The Big Bad Bat may come out of the shadows with seething fury. No one's dumb enough to risk it.

He doesn't lead the team yet- it's Kaldur's job. Still, Richard's preparing for the day he'll be given the role. He's ready for it. He's earned it. Hell, it's taken long enough.

Now he's doing fine. He's able to live freely, wander as he pleases, fight villains by night and play student in the daylight. The rules are flexible and as long as he calls in every so often, he's able to roam.

"You going down to Smallville for the long weekend?" asks an eighteen-year-old Artemis as she slings her jacket over one shoulder, ready to head out to work as her comrade gets home from another long day of classes at Gotham Academy.

"Yeah, Conner said Jonathan and Martha just got a new horse." He grins. "He said I could ride it as long as I put away the birdarangs for all four days."

"Which probably won't happen," comes Roy's voice from the couch. Next thing he knows, he takes a sneaker to the back of the head. The redhead looks over his shoulder to see Dick looking like a deer in headlights just as Artemis is slamming the door shut behind her.

"She did it," accuses Dick. He is only wearing one shoe.

"Go pack, birdbrain."

With a victorious smile, he heads off down the hall to the shared bedroom in the Crock residence; a shoe bangs off the wall behind him and he breaks into a run, laughing the whole way.

Life is good. And he's happy.


A/N: Alright, just leave a review. Thanks for hanging in to see this through guys.

~Sky