As promised, here is sort of a "finishing chapter" to properly round off this story. Honestly, this became much longer than I thought it would! Its a mix between quick recapping and then some more in depth scenes (mostly bc some of this stuff I had fully planned out and some I only had an overall concept/idea of.)
The first part is the last stuff I wrote before I stopped. It's just a short thing, but I figure you'd wanna read it. Also I only lightly edited this stuff, so I'm very sorry for any mistakes. The second part is the recap thing, where it's explained what happened.

October 20th

Rounding a corner in the hallway he was racing down, Dick had to deploy all his superhero reflexes to avoid the box flying straight for his head. Ducking backwards, his tie slipped over his face and covered his eyes.

"Oh!" he heard Morgan before pushing himself into a standing position, the tie falling back into place. She stood with one box perched between her hip and arm, a duffle bag in her other hand. A box was levitated in the air between them – the one that had almost made contact with his face – as well as two others behind her. "Sorry, I didn't see you. That looked pretty cool though."

She looked good – a bit uncertain and tired, but mostly ok. Her wing was still wrapped in bandages and the cut on her face was slowly healing. He looked at her stomach, but the shirt she wore was too loose for the bump to be visible.

Realizing he hadn't answered yet, he fiddled with the stupid cufflink on his shirt and cleared his throat. "I forgot today was moving day."

"I mean, today is what we agreed on. So.. yeah." She shrugged, and he could tell her nonchalance was very feigned.

He nodded uncomfortably and swallowed. "Your mom is here?"

"Uh, she will be – she should be arriving with the last few boxes in a few minutes. I'm just putting the last of this bunch into our.. section of the house."

After her mom had agreed to move with Morgan into the mansion, Dick and Alfred had offered them a small part of the west wing as their own. According to Alfred, back in the day the place had been meant for the servants and so it had had its own kitchen and bathroom. The kitchen had since been remade into a supply room, but it wouldn't take long to turn it back into one. Craftsmen and artisans had arrived two days ago to restore the kitchen and they assured him it would take less than two weeks.

So, they had their own section of the house now, allowing them the privacy they needed. Dick understood that it would already be weird and perhaps uncomfortable for Abigail to move into a house filled with men she'd never met before, but when one of them was also the guy that knocked up her daughter… Well, he understood this was kind of a big sacrifice for her, and he was grateful she'd agreed to it. All he could do now was make sure her stay was as comfortable as possible.

Perhaps he was hoping making all these preparations would soften Abigail some. He hadn't actually spoken to her yet, even though they were soon going to be living on the same house. And he was the guy that had slept with her daughter. Let's just say he was nervous about meeting Morgan's mom. He was sure she didn't approve of him much.

"You're off to work?" Morgan broke him out of his thoughts, pointedly looking at the nice suit he was wearing.

"Uhm, yeah. Got a meeting." He shrugged and pushed a stray hair back from his eyes and into the slicked, gelled thing that was his hairdo. "I'll be gone for a couple of hours."

"Okay. We'll probably be settled by then."

He nodded. They stood in silence for a beat.

"I'll get going." Morgan finally said, breaking they awkward stalemate.

Dick quickly nodded again and ran another hand through his hair. "Right. I'll see you later."

He slipped past her and almost reached the end of the hall before Morgan's voice reached him again.

"Good luck at your meeting!" She said it quickly, the words tumbling out of her mouth like she'd been debating too long on saying them and then realized she was running out of time.

He didn't break his step, simply waving over his shoulder to let her know he'd heard her.

In an attempt to avoid all the other residents of the Manor, Morgan spent her whole day unpacking her new living space, never leaving the room. As far as she knew, Dick had told Tim, Damian and Alfred that she was moving back in, this time with her mom. He'd said Morgan was resuming her work as housekeeper, and then nothing else. They had no idea why she was really moving in – Dick and she had agreed over the phone that they'd tell them together once she'd moved in.

Which was tonight. After tonight, this pregnancy thing was going to blow wide open. The superhero community was some of the worst gossipers Morgan knew – she was sure by this time next week; every Leaguer would know.

Morgan shuddered were she stood, perched on her bed to place a large picture frame on the wall.

Her mom rolled into the room. "Are you cold? You're shaking."

Giving her a quivering smile, Morgan quickly put the frame in place and hopped off her bed. "Not cold, just nervous. After tonight, my pregnancy is going to be public knowledge."

A breeze passed from the open window, bringing with it the smell of autumn. It stirred Abigail's hair, and Morgan spotted a few gray hairs. she went over and grabbed her mom's hand, weirdly relieved to find there was strength in it. Part of her had expected it to be frail, withering away, like a mummy's hand ready to turn to dust with a single touch.

"What makes you nervous?" Abigail asked, stroking a soft thumb over Morgan's fingers.

She shrugged, trying to cook all her muddled thoughts into a concise answer. "A lot of things. Suddenly everyone is going to have an opinion on me and what's happening in my body. They're all going to know me and Dick had sex, and were too irresponsible to use any protection. They're gonna think I'm the type of person that has one-night stands. They're going to think Dick is a stud for scoring and I'm a slut because of hooking up with an ex."

A small chuckle escaped her mom. "The world was never fair. But you don't owe anyone any answers. Let people think what they want – or don't. As long as you do what you feel is right. In the end, all those whispers and opinions are going to matter very little. The second you hold that little life in your arms, everything else fades away."

She was suddenly reminded of the fact that her mom had only been nineteen when she'd had Morgan. Quirking a small smile, she hugged Abigail. "I'm glad you're here with me. I couldn't have done this without you, mom."

Footsteps and then a small knock on the door interrupted their moment. Standing, Morgan waved at Dick, who was hovering uncertainly by her open door.

"How did your meeting go?"

He kept his eyes on her mom for a moment before looking at Morgan. "Good. It – fine, it went fine."

Silence. Why was there so much silence every time they met now? God, this was awkward.

"Did you want something?" Abigail asked kindly, though with a certain degree of guardedness in her demeanor.

Morgan cringed slightly. Let's just say, Abigail wasn't the biggest fan of Dick, though she had promised she'd try and get along with him. She supposed that was better than any girl could hope for by asking their mom to like the ex-boyfriend that knocked her up. Abigail had been as close to furious as she could be, when she found out exactly who it was. Not because it was a superhero, but because it was the heir to Wayne Enterprise, Dick Grayson. A guy who Morgan had been employed by and who every single tabloid in Gotham considered to be a regular fuckboy. A real player. After all, with all that wealth and those looks, how could he not be? Add in the fact that his guardian was Bruce Wayne – unfaithful womanizer number one – and Abigail was less than pleased with the father of her grandchild.

Morgan hadn't really tried to argue. She figured her mom would have to draw her own conclusions about Dick. Abigail had raged for a few minutes before remembering that he was also a superhero and someone that had trained Morgan and saved her life many times, and her opinion softened somewhat. Still, she said she'd stay displeased until Dick proved himself. Which Morgan supposed wasn't a bad stance, so she let it be.

"Dinner is ready." He fixed Morgan with a look and she bit into her lower lip. Right. Dinner. Where they'd be telling everyone about the baby.

"We'll be right there," Abigail said. Dick nodded and left them, letting Abigail turn towards her daughter, who stood frozen. "You can do this."

Morgan nodded "Yeah, I know. Like, even if I kept it a secret, it's not like I'd be able to hide it forever – that kinda stuff gets pretty noticeable with time."

Abigail smirked. "And don't worry. You and Dick will figure this out, okay? You won't be doing this awkward dance forever."

Sometimes her mother was scarily perceptive.

With a resolute nod, Morgan led her mom to the kitchen where every other residence of Wayne Manor was waiting.


This is part two, which I decided to do a bit differently. I hope you like it:

The Last Hurrah

Hey guys! It's me, Morgan. I know you haven't heard from me in a while, but so much stuff has been happening. I think by now we all know that life has a way of grabbing me by the ankles and dragging me around for ultimate humiliation. I know I've never talked to any of you directly, choosing to let Josephine do the talking (she's a better narrator than me), but I figured since this is the last you'll be hearing from me, I would like to address you directly and let you know what I've been up to for the past few years.

And let me just say, so much shit has been happening. I'm not even sure where to start.

First of all, we all remember I was pregnant, right? With some very unresolved feeling towards my baby daddy, who, when you last heard from me, had only just found out he was, in fact, a baby daddy. After I moved back into the Manor with my mom, things were awkward for a while. For a few months, my mom and I tried to keep mostly to ourselves. After a few weeks though, Dick wasn't having any of that. He'd said he wanted to be involved with the pregnancy, and he meant it. We agreed that we'd attend dinner every night with the others. At first, it was so freaking awkward. Damian made the whole thing a living hell.

I know what you're thinking. Damian? I guess I should explain. (This is why I usually let Josephine write this stuff down, she's much better at streamlining my crazy life.)

So, the day me and my mom moved in, Dick had all residents of Wayne Manor meet in the kitchen. He explained to everyone what was going on. He had knocked me up; me and my mom moved in so he could monitor me – I mean, help me out with the whole thing. He got really sincere suddenly, showing his family emotions for the first time in… months, I think. He told them he was sorry about making everything complicated, that he wanted to change and that he wanted everyone to be like a family again.

Tim and Alfred were surprised but not disapproving. (Okay, maybe Alfred was a little bit disapproving, if only because that was basically his grandson having one-night stands.) Damian… well, Damian got suuuuper pissed about the pregnancy. He started acting very cold towards me. More than usual, anyway.

For a long while, I couldn't exactly figure out why. It took for the baby to be born for us to really understand why. Dick was all he had left. His dad had died, and Dick was the closest to a dad he had by that point. He wasn't angry, he was scared and jealous of this baby and how it would undoubtedly take all of Dick's attention.

More on that later. I promise, Damian and I eventually reached some sort of truce.

But I know what you all really want to know about most. What happened between me and Dick? Things were awkward for a few weeks, until he enforced the shared dinner rule. Slowly, we loosened up. He let me help him on his search for Bruce's killers, just not in the field anymore. I was like his computer guy, sitting in the Cave while he was out, keeping an eye out for stuff. Slowly, we became friends again. There was an underlying current of tension that I was having a hard time defining, moments and looks that etched themselves into my brain. Around Christmastime I somehow convinced him to take a week off, to celebrate the holiday with his family. A lot happened in that week. For one, he slept a LOT and that seemed to make him so much more pleasant to be around. Our relationship got a lot better, we were even kind of friendly. I convinced him to join me, Tim and my mom for board game night. My stomach was very visibly pregnant at this point. My mom said I looked very cute when pregnant because I'm so short.

Apparently, Dick seemed to agree. Much later, he admitted it was one specific afternoon during that week, watching me waltz around in a big sweater, baking with Alfred and humming along to Christmas carols, that a little thought reentered his mind.

"You're still in love with her, you fool." A voice akin to Bruce's had whispered. He tried to ignore it for a few days, avoiding me. He wasn't happy with himself. We'd agreed that our son was our priority, and feelings and relationships made that too complicated (at least, that what we had decided). The truth was that, honestly, if we had the chance to give that kid a happy family with two parents that weren't just friends and co-parents, but loved each other, then wasn't that worth the risk? He didn't seem to think so, so for a few days he tried to grapple his emotions. He stayed away in an attempt to distance himself emotionally.

I confronted him one night when I found him in the Cave – a place he'd promised to stay out of while on his little break. He got angry with me, but clearly tried to keep it in check, probably to protect his own feelings, but also because he didn't want to stress me out (he had this whole thing with stress being bad for the baby, and for quite a while he was overly protective, until I told him to knock it off)

I kept pushing him. Typical Morgan fashion. We all know by now when I see a wall, I don't go around, I just keep pushing until it falls over. I'm not ashamed to admit I intentionally provoked him. But I want him to stop holding back, to let out what was really going on. I demanded to know why he kept drawing back, why he harbored to much resentment towards me. And by that point, I knew him well enough to know that he wasn't going to let out what was bothering him unless he was pushed sufficiently

"Because I wasn't enough!" he shouted. I was stunned. I hadn't expected that answer. "We were together when you went traveling and I was so, so in love with you, but you just never came back. I could see it in your eyes every time we video-chatted that you were closing yourself off from me, that the longer you stayed, the more you didn't want to leave. I loved you and I missed you, but I wasn't enough for you to come back to."

So much stuff started to make sense. I was quiet for a long time. Because he was right – partially. But it hadn't really been him. He was the only reason I was tempted to come back, but there were so many other things that made me want to stay away, and those won out over my desire to return. I weighed my words uncharacteristically carefully for me, as I tried to explain this to him.

"I was so, so scared, Dick." I admitted. "I had just gone through the scariest, most stressful months of my life. So much stuff happened all at once and when I got to Denmark, I started to realize how completely traumatized I was. I went to heavy therapy for months and tried to somehow work through my problems despite not being able to be completely honest with what actually happened. I had night terrors every single night. There was so much stuff wrong with me and I attributed all of that to America. Eventually, I got so scared of ever coming back that the fear just.. won out. I missed you, but you're right. At that point, you were one good thing in an ocean of crap, and it just.. it wasn't enough."

He looked crushed. I had just confirmed his worst hurt and fear in regard to me and our failed relationship.

"Let me finish." I quickly went on. "I wasn't ready for a relationship at that point. I loved you – I still love you, but I was traumatized and immature and I had no idea what I was doing. But Dick… I came back for you. The second the others called me to let me know you needed me, I came back. I needed to work for a long time to overcome my fears, but once I did, I knew that you were much more precious to me, than the fear that was holding me back. I'm sorry I disappeared. I'm sorry I never told you what was going on. I didn't treat you right, but I was a dumb, scared teenager. And I'm sorry."

He kissed me, quite suddenly. My stomach clenched and my brain fried until all I knew how to do was kissing him back. We talked the rest of the night, trying to figure out how to go on from here. He said part of him was scared he still wouldn't be enough because that fear was rooted in him now. I knew I had some stuff I needed to prove to him, but that time was what we really needed. I couldn't fix this hurt now, in a single night, but I would have to work in the coming months.

Things were good for a while. As expected, the entire Justice League knew about my pregnancy by the end of the year. The Justice League New Year's Eve party was… a thing that happened. It was the first time I went to the Tower with a very visible belly. It was fun, but boy do I not thrive in the spotlight. Obviously, I couldn't wear my suit, but I was still using my mask to protect both mine and Dick's identity. Afterwards, Megan told me how everyone had noticed how pleasant Dick had been – compared to the Dick they'd gotten used to the past year. Laughing, she told me about a conversation she'd had with Guy Gardener earlier that evening. I'd been standing with Dick and Artemis, chatting. Guy had greeted Megan when he spotted me. He excused himself, saying something about how his latest conquest was waiting for his attention. (She explained to me how he'd basically tried flirting with every female hero his age, so far without much luck). She'd hid her laughter and told him that he definitely didn't want to go there.

"And why is that?" He'd asked. She pointed at my belly just as I shifted in my spot, making my pregnancy very visible from where they were standing.

"Girl, when I say he gasped!" Megan snorted out laughter. "He was quick to recover, however. He said that since the baby wasn't his, it wasn't his problem and he certainly wouldn't mind being with a pregnant woman."

"Brave," I snorted.

"Yeah, that's what I said!" Megan wheezed. "I said that was all brave, well and good, but he would have to go through the baby-daddy first. He squared out his chest and was all 'I can't imagine that would be much of a challenge.' So, I said, 'Oh really?' and redirected his attention towards Batman and how close he was standing to you. His mouth fell open and then he was like "Aw, man!" and skulked off!"

I almost felt bad for him, if the story hadn't made me laugh so hard. After that night, Dick asked me to sleep in his room with him. And I know what you're thinking, but we just slept.

We tried to be chill about it and take things slow. But when you live in the same house and are about to have a kid together… things just happen naturally. I moved a lot of my stuff into his room after just a few weeks. In the beginning his night-terrors were a weekly, if not almost nightly, thing. In the beginning I woke up once he started groaning and screaming, or if he startled awake. I would shuffle closer to him and place a hand on his chest, stroking him carefully, which calmed him pretty effectively. In my softest voice I would ask him what he was dreaming. In the beginning, it was really difficult for him to let me in and describe his nightmares to me. They usually involved smoke and fire. Bruce's corpse burning in front of him. Sometimes, Bruce would be alive and would shout at Dick, his voice full of disappointment because he hadn't been able to save him. I listened every night, hugging him close and helping lull him back to sleep. Eventually, my brain was more alert when I slept, and I would wake instinctively once he started fidgeting and mumbling from his dreams. Sometimes, I was able to calm him down without waking him, but sometimes I would have to wake him. Either way, it worked for us. His terrors became less frequent and he got a lot more regular sleep. And don't worry, I got enough sleep as well.

Since I was pregnant, I couldn't go out on missions, but that doesn't mean I was useless. I started working out of the Tower, keeping an eye on people's mission, just like I'd been doing in the cave with Dick. One time, while I was just over eight months pregnant, we were having an extremely busy night. This sort of thing happens very rarely, but every single hero was out on some sort of emergency mission. I was all alone in the Tower, manning as many computers as I could, waddling around with my beach-ball of a stomach. Suddenly, I received a strange reading on one of our satellites, stationed by the north pole. Now, I had bene unconscious and undergoing surgery for my very broken arm when this sort of reading was last registered up there, so I didn't fully know what it was. I made the computer go back in its archived to find out if this sort of energy reading had happened before. And it dug up only one date. The day we saved earth and lost Wally. It was in the exact same spot. The energy readings were similar to what happened that day, but much less powerful.

And yes, I know what I did was supremely stupid. But every other hero was preoccupied, and I had the sense that this was important. The last time we got these readings, the earth was almost destroyed. That wasn't something I could ignore. So, I found my warmest clothes and went on the bioship. After all, it was just a really quick look and then I would go back, right? No problem. It was probably nothing, anyway.

Wrong.

I got up there and had a look around. There was nothing, except the feeling of electricity in the air, making my hair standing on end. Suddenly, a bright light flashed across the ground and everything turned white. I felt like my thoughts floated for a few seconds before settling in my skull again. I was somewhere completely different. My limbs felt weird, like when you sleep on your arm and you wake up in the middle of the night with a numb and prickly limb. I had that feeling all over my body. I was standing on the ground, but it felt like I was floating, even as I walked. Everything around me was white, cream and beige. Beige colored mountains framed the landscape I was walking in, so far off they felt unreachable. A light, golden stream bubbled past me, cutting across the ground with was made of cream-colored dirt, packed hard. No animals were to be seen or heard. Everything was mesmerizing, soft and warm, like a beautiful dream. For a while, I walked around this beautiful place, not really thinking anything. My thoughts were fuzzy, just like everything around me seemed to be, if I didn't focus on it directly. It all felt like a mirage, except it was solid.

I walked for the better part of an hour, breathing in the sweetest, cleanest air I had ever drawn into my lungs. Stumbling upon a little, golden stream, I followed it. Everything else was so quiet, apart from the soft whisper of wind blowing gently upon my face. There was no sun, and yet I could feel the warmth of sunrays hitting my face. In fact, the sky was just an endless white canvas. This quiet drew me to the stream, as its melodic gurgling broke the silence. Following the stream, I could feel my mind become more and more blank – wait, not blank, but peaceful. I couldn't remember how I got here – not because I wouldn't be able to remember if I tried, but I just didn't care. I didn't even know what my own name was. The stream led me to a lake, where I saw another figure, bending low over the crystal-clear water. Wally sat completely still, looking at his reflection in the beautiful, golden mirror the still water created. I smiled and watched his peaceful figure for a long while. I knew it was Wally, but I also didn't seem to realize that I knew. Suddenly, the thought that that was Wally seemed to finally register. I started to wonder about the implications of this. Wally was alive? Or.. maybe I was dead? I started to remember things. I realized I had a name. Morgan.

As I approached him, I called out. "Wally?"

It took him a second, but then he looked up. He smiled at me like he recognized me, but only partially. "Right, that's my name. I forgot."

Just then, I brushed a hand across my stomach and realized something quite suddenly. I was pregnant? And very pregnant at that. Like a tidal wave, a lot of thoughts occurred to me. I was pregnant. I came here from Earth. Dick was the father and he was waiting for me back on Earth. Wally had died years ago – did this mean I was dead too?

"Are we dead?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Do you feel dead?"

I considered this for a while. "No, I suppose not."

Wally studied me for a bit. "How did you get here? I've been trying to leave for a few days when I found this lake and decided to take a break."

"Days?" For the first time since I got here, I experienced a negative emotion. Worry. "Wally, you've been gone for three years."

He frowned at me. "No way. I just got here a week ago."

"No, really! Wally, you disappeared three years ago! How else do you explain this?" I pointed at my stomach.

He seemed only then to realize that I was pregnant. "Damn. I guess that means I've been here for months then? But I'm not hungry?"

I shrugged. "Me neither. But I think we should go now. We need to find some way to get back."

Wally looked confused. "Get back? Get back to what?"

I started to worry perhaps he'd been here too long. And I worried that the same thing would happen to me, if I stayed too long too. "You need to get back to Artemis."

He sat for a little while. Then, a light seemed to turn on in his eyes. "Artemis! I remember! I need to get back to Artemis. And my family! And.. Dick?"

I could tell he was slowly returning to normal. "Yeah, we need to get back to Dick."

He looked me over again. "Did he.. uh?" he looked pointedly at my belly. "Yeah, he did. Or, we did."

Wally's eyes got wide. "But you guys are only nineteen!"

"Actually, I'm twenty-one now, and he's twenty-two."

"Oh," he got up and we agreed to follow the stream again. It forked further up, one side leading to the lake, the other towards the mountains.

We walked for hours, but never got tired. Slowly, the mountains crept closer. They towered taller than any mountain I'd ever seen before. We kept quizzing each other on our lives, names, friends and so on, as these details kept wanting to slip away from us if we didn't consciously remember them.

Eventually, we reached the foot of the nearest mountain. There, we saw a man. Or, rather, he was not a man, but an eight-foot tall minotaur. His horns were golden and his beard long and neat. He had a giant hammer resting by his side, his fur dark brown. He stood motionlessly; his arms crossed across his large chest. Behind him was a swirling vortex of eternity; stars, planets, people, emotions, moments swirling together in a cacophony of impressions.

We stopped in front of the minotaur and stared at him for a while. He stared back. Eventually, he drew in a large breath, and the wind around us stirred, the trees rustling from his mighty breath.

"I am the guardian of time." He said as an introduction. His voice was ancient and impossibly deep, like the sound of rumbling thunder, vibrating into our core. But it was also calm, and I could tell this being was not going to hurt us. "Collector of memories and power. I see all. Here, nothing was, is or will be. Everything and nothing exist, all in one. I know everything that will happen to you, in all your lives. You are not supposed to be here." Wally and I looked at each other.

"Cool." I said. What else was there to say? Something told me this guy was more than we could fathom, he was beyond our comprehension.

He made a sound like an earthquake, which might have been a chuckle. "Do you wish to look into my time glass?" I looked at the swirl behind him, but my eyes burned, and pressure started to build in my head the longer I looked at it.

"Actually, I just want to go home." I admitted. "I have a baby coming up soon and I don't think this place has any hospitals."

"Here, time stands still. I am the guardian of time, and we are outside of time. You will never give birth here."

"That's why I would like to go home, please."

He considered me for a moment. Then, his arms uncrossed. "Very well. Time, however, demands a sacrifice. What do you have to offer me? You must be willing to give up something that is vital to you."

I looked in my pockets, but they were empty. What did I have to offer him?

"I don't have anything." I admitted.

"You have many things. I am the guardian of time, collector of memories and power."

I considered this. For a long time, I looked at him, noticing the golden strands in his fur, which made him glow under the light from the sun that wasn't there. He drew another breath and my hair rustled in the wind, the warm sweet air washing over me. I realized the wind I had felt earlier before I found Wally hadn't been wind, but his breath of life.

Speaking of Wally, I looked at him. He sat hunched over with a blank expression. Oh no. He'd been here for much longer than I had and I could tell his mind was slowly going numb. I went to him.

"Wally, you gotta wake up. You need to get back to Artemis, remember?"

"Artemis.." He mumbled. Then, a sliver of recognition entered his eyes again. "Right. I'm sorry, I'm okay now. I remember."

I looked back at the Minotaur.

"Wally needs to go home now."

"You will have to pay the toll."

"But we don't have anything!"

"I am the guardian of time. Collector of memories and power."

"You're just repeating yourself!" I snapped as I made Wally stand up. Then, I realized he was just giving me the answer to my question.

"Oh!" I let go of Wally, who seemed dazed but mostly put together. Looking at my hands, I realized there was something I could give him. "You collect powers, right? Take my telekinesis."

I drew in a shaky breath. Without my powers, I was useless as a hero. I would have to give up that part of my life. Sure, I could still fly, but would that be enough? I doubted it.

The minotaur reached out and I gingerly took his giant hand. It was warm, like the sun kissing your face in a really hot day. Electricity seemed to tickle along my skin. He was silent for a long time, but I got the uncomfortable sense that he was reading my mind. No, not my mind, he was looking into my very soul.

"You sacrifice is acceptable."

Relief mixed with sorrow churned in my heart. I settled a hand on my stomach and steeled myself. This was worth it. I had to get back to Dick, no matter the cost.

"I offer up my powers too!" Wally interjected. The Guardian looked at him with impossibly deep, dark eyes. He reached out a hand and Wally took it.

Several minutes passed. Then the Guardian drew back his hand. "You gave up your life as a guardian long ago, and you truly wish to live a normal life with your loved one. Your sacrifice is not acceptable. It is barely a sacrifice."

Wally looked crushed. "But I don't have any other powers to offer."

"I am also a collector of memories." The Minotaur reminded him in his deep voice.

Wally turned white. A silent conversation seemed to pass between the two. Then, in a very small voice, he said, "I offer up my memories of Artemis."

The Minotaur nodded. "I will take only what I must. You well remember up to a certain point."

Wally nodded. "I will do whatever I can to get back to her. Even if it means losing her for a little while. I have faith that we'll be together again one day."

The Guardian put a single finger on Wally's head, and the two stood in silence for what felt like hours to me. Eventually, I went and sat on a rock nearby.

I looked away for a moment, enjoying the view of the golden leaves rustling above me. When I looked back, Wally was gone. I got up. The minotaur looked at me.

"He is waiting for you to follow."

I went over and he put a finger on my forehead. His voice rang in my mind, as clear as if he had been talking out loud. "Do you wish to look into my time glass?"

"Will I be able to stop when I need to?"

"I will draw you back once it is time."

Things turned black. Stars swished by me and I realized I was traveling towards Earth. But was I got close, I could tell it wasn't my Earth. I floated above the planet, but my vision was greatly amplified, and I could see myself walking down there. But it wasn't me. The image shifted and suddenly earth was gone. I was still floating in darkness, but visions and images began floating before me, around me, inside of me. I saw myself, but many versions of me. I saw ones where I gave birth in the middle of a war and died at the hands of Black Beetle to save my son. I saw ones where I never had a son. I saw ones where I met Dick, but we were simply friends. Ones were I never had any powers and my parents lived a happy homelife. I had siblings. I had husbands, some were Dick, some were not. I saw universes where I did not exist and ones where my parents did not exist.

I saw them all at the same time and yet I could discern every single one from the other. Impossibly many universes with an equally impossibly many outcomes, lives, Morgan's. In many of them, most of them, Dick was there. I was a little golden string pouring from his heart and connecting with mine. It wasn't explained to me, but I knew what it meant. We were connected. Not just in this universe, but in many others. It calmed me down.

My eyes started to hurt again. My thoughts were overwhelmed. The pressure started building and I knew it was too much. There were too many realities, too many mes. I started to forgot which me was me, which memories were mine and which weren't mine, but the other me's. I put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes, wanted to scream. The booming voice of the Guardian rung in my mind again

Nothing is ever truly lost.

Stop! Stop!

Abruptly, I woke up. I was lying on the cold, white ground. But I knew I wasn't back in the dimension out of time, because the sky was dark, with many stars. I realized the ground was covered in snow, and that's why it was white.

Beside me, Wally was sitting up. He looked confused until we got eye-contact, and then he remembered. "We're back." He said. He put a hand to his temple and gave it a slight tap. "That minotaur took something from me, but I can't remember what it was."

I remembered what he took. From Wally and from me. But part of me knew I was not allowed to explain to him. Wally groaned and lay down again. I knew the minotaur taking so much from him must've wiped him out. He was sleeping before I knew it.

I sat up. Instinctually, I tried to use my telekinesis, but nothing happened. I knew it wouldn't, but I still had to try. It was gone. This wasn't like when I have worn those power-cancelling collars, where I could feel my powers shut off from me. Now, there was just.. nothing. The part of my brain that had harbored the secret to my powers was closed off from me for good. It was blank. Like a muscle you know it still there, but you have lost you control over.

We barely got to regain our bearings before the bioship landed close to us. Three people came out and I instantly recognized Megan, Artemis and Dick.

He looked at me, frozen in his spot. I was still sitting down but made a move to get up. As soon as I moved, he rushed over and fell to his knees, embracing me tightly, his entire body shaking.

"Morgan, Morgan, Morgan.." he mumbled through a sniffle and I realized he was crying. Like, for real. Tears welling into his eyes and down his face. I was confused. I had barely been gone for more than a few hours, why were they all so panicked?

"You've been gone for a month, Morgan." Megan said, having read my thoughts. I finally understood why he was crying and why he was clinging to me like a desperate man. A month? My heart clenched. I couldn't believe what he must've been going through, his girlfriend and future baby both disappearing all at once.

"Dick, I'm fine." I promised, but he only held me even tighter, his face buried in my hair to hide his sniffles. "I.. I wasn't here. I was somewhere else – in my perspective, I've only been gone for half a day."

I stopped talking. He didn't need to hear this. He just needed to know I was here. I held him tightly and stroked his hair. We sat like this for a long time.

"Wally?" the small voice of Artemis broke me from my thoughts. Oh, right.

"Yeah, I… got Wally back."

She made a move towards him but I quickly held a hand out. "Artemis, before you wake him up there's something I need to explain. We got back, but it was.. at a price. Wally doesn't remember you."

She looked even more shocked than she had before. "What?"

"We were asked to give up something precious, something truly invaluable to us and.. he gave them his memories of you. I'm not sure how much he remembers, but he certainly doesn't know you two were together."

Artemis and Megan got the unconscious Wally into the bioship and I focused on Dick again, who was still holding me like he was scared I was going to turn into dust in his hands.

"Dick, I'm here."

"I was so scared." He whispered, but finally let one arm go from around me so he could grab my hand instead.

"I'm so sorry." I said, "I'm fine. And I'm back now."

He looked at me carefully, placing a hand on my belly. "What did you give up?"

I put my hand over his. "I gave Him my telekinesis. It was an acceptable sacrifice."

He drew back, looking shocked. "It's gone?"

I nodded. "yup. But I brought Wally back."

I explained some of the things that had happened to us, how we'd something entered a realm outside of time and had to haggle with the guardian there to get home. I was surprised that I actually remember all that happened there. The memories of my other lives lived like ghosts in my mind after that. I dreamt about them. Dreams so lifelike I sometimes had a hard time remembering what was real and what were simply dreams. I could feel something in me was altered after that experience. I had witnessed a thousand of my lives in the span of seconds, and they haunted my mind. It took me years for the visions and memories to calm down and fade somewhat, but not all went away. Some of the lives that were the closest to the reality I lived in now.. well, they never fully went away. I knew how it felt to die, because I had experienced it. Black Beetle had killed me in a reality so closed to mine, the line between them seemed frazzled. It was the reality I know Impulse had told me about.

In the end, the worst part about this was explaining to the doctors why I was somehow nine months pregnant, according to the dates, but also only eight months, according to biology. Eventually, they simply wrote it off to a miscalculation in when I actually got pregnant. A few dates were shifted around and the new pregnancy date sort of made sense.

A month later, I delivered a baby. It was hard. We didn't fully know how to be parents – but does anyone, really?

I'm not sure what else I have to say on the subject of our relationship. Our baby boy was named Alexander, and he was of course the spitting image of his father, except for the wild curls his black hair settled in. He's perfect. We love him so much it almost hurts.

I'm not fully done though. Because there is one last question left unanswered. What about Bruce's killers?

Well, we tracked them down. I stayed home in the Cave while Dick went out on missions. Slowly but surely, we knew who was responsible. Ras Al Ghul.

Of course.

We planned a break in for months. Eventually, we decided to do it together. I suggested we did it properly, like in the good old days. We both dug out our old costumes. I can't tell you how good it felt to see Nightwing again. Wearing my old suit was like coming home.

We infiltrated the League of Shadows' headquarters. Talia Al Ghul found us. But surprisingly.. she didn't' try to stop us. She helped us. She said this wasn't what she had wanted to happen.

Bruce was alive. I know, I'm as shocked as you are. We found him in an induced coma, but he was very much alive. It was a hard fight, getting him out. At one point, a giant pillar almost crushed us. But right at that moment.. my powers came back. I'm not sure how to explain it, but a dam broke in my mind and I was suddenly let back into that forbidden room. I remembered the Minotaur's words; Nothing is ever truly lost. We made it out.

I know I'm not going into a lot of details, but I've already talked for quite some time, so I'm trying to keep this brief. We got Bruce back home. After a few months of rehabilitation, he was ready to be Batman again. Dick went back to his role as Nightwing. We moved out of the Manor and into our own apartment. Dick decided he wanted to help our city in other ways, so he's training to become a policeman. I finally went back to college and got my degree in human and alien biology. I'm still not really sure what I'm going to use it for, but right now the League has hired me to study the metagene. Alex is three years old now, and he's the perfect little boy. Dick proposed to me six months ago, but we haven't started planning the wedding yet because yikes that's a lot of things to plan.

Happy ending, right?

Right.


And thats it! Honestly, I really enjoyed writing this, but I also know I'm kind of relieved that this is finally wrapped up?
Please, if there is ANYTHING, any plot thread, any detail, person etc etc you feel like I didn't mention/explain fully, or you just want to know more, let me know! If I get a lot of questions, I might compile all the answers into an additional Q/A chapter. I haven't visited this story in so long so I'm sure I forgot/missed a bunch of stuff that you all might want to know the conclusion to.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this last chapter and that you didn't totally hate this conclusion to their story, lol.
Lastly, I just want to express a huge, huge thank you. This story wouldn't have happened without my faithful readers. I love you guys!

-Josephine