A/N: I swear, I didn't purposefully leave you guys hanging for two weeks. I've just been really busy with school and stuff. Here it is though...the final chapter. I want to give a million thanks to everyone who read/reviewed/followed/faved this story! I was really unsure about what people would think of it, but I'm so glad everyone who read it enjoyed it.

I also have to tell you that there will be a sequel to this story. I don't know when it will be posted because the nature of it means I have to pretty much write the whole thing out before I post it. I'm hoping it won't take me a long time, but I hope you'll all read it when it's ready.

Until then, enjoy the last chapter.

The pain in Oliver's arm was almost unbearable. The pain meds he'd been given weren't strong enough to cover the broken limb and the pain from all of his other injuries. A dislocated jaw, split lip, mild concussion, and abrasions on his neck and face. 'quite the severe car accident, Mr. Queen,' he remembered the doctors telling him. 'You're really lucky.' That part made him snort.

"Yeah, I'm lucky," he muttered as he went down to his arsenal. "I'm really lucky Batman showed up. I thought dropping Robin would distract him long enough for me to get away." Apparently, he didn't have that kind of luck. "I'm lucky the League poached my sidekick and turn him against me. I'm really lucky."

"I'd say you are," someone. Oliver spun around and held up an arrow in self-defense. he scowled when he saw Flash string against the far wall by his archery range. "Batman could've killed you."

"Were waiting down here to make that entrance?"

"Maybe we were."

"Flash," Superman said. Oliver's head snapped around. "Stay focused."

"I am."

"How did you two get in here?!" Oliver demanded. "How do you even know about this place- Roy."

"Roy didn't tell us. We have other sources for our information."

"Like who?"

"Me," Batman said simply as he walked out of the shadows. Oliver stared him down in defiance, refusing to be intimidated.

"Come for a re-match Bats?"

"You don't exactly look like you're up for a re-match," Flash remarked.

"We're here to give you one more chance," Batman told him. "Stay away from Roy." He took a flash drive from his belt and threw it at Oliver. The archer caught it reflexively.

"You tried this already," Oliver smirked. "My threat still stands. If you take this to the police I'll-"

"This isn't for the police. If you come near Roy again, if I ever see your face, mask or unmasked, near Gotham again, these videos will be sent to every major news outlet in the country." The smirk on Oliver's lips faltered, which made Batman smirk.

"You-you can't prove anything-"

"We don't need to," Superman explained calmly. "The videos of you abusing a child half your size speak for themselves. Roy's been missing for a long time. Just their existence will be enough for people to think."

"And once they start thinking," Flash smiled, "they'll start to wonder about stuff. Like: why you waited three days to report Roy missing. Why there was no evidence of a break-in, even though you claim he was taken from his room. How kidnappers managed to get away with him from a three-story balcony. Why there was never a ransom demand. So many questions."

"They'll come to their own conclusions," Batman continued. "Once the idea that you could've been abusing Roy is on their minds…."

"They'd never arrest me," Oliver said. "I'm too rich, too powerful. They'd never have enough evidence."

"No, but your public image would be ruined. Your name will always be associated with this. What would your investors and board of directors say when people think you potentially killed your ward?" Oliver didn't say anything. Batman almost smiled. "This gets out and you're ruined."

"I didn't kill Roy."

"No, you tried. That boy is far more resilient than you gave him credit for. After everyone sees these though, they'll never believe you."

"I'll say they're fake-"

"Of course you will," Flash replied easily. "What billionaire wouldn't deny having murdered a kid under his care? But anyone competent in digital forensics would be able to verify its authenticity."

"How do I know you won't release the video anyways?"

"Believe me," Batman said, "Nothing would bring me more pleasure than ruining you, but then we wouldn't have anything to keep you away from Roy."

"This is an awful lot of trouble for one stupid kid."

"That kid is more valuable to this world than you could ever hope to be."

"Batman," Superman said, sensing the Dark Knight's growing frustrations. He turned to Oliver. "You know our demands. Stay away from Roy and us-"

"Including our civilians and kids," Flash added.

"We keep this to ourselves."

"You're too goodie-goodie to go through with it," Oliver said almost desperately, the last ploy to pull himself out of this hole.

"You wanna call our bluff-" Flash began, but Superman cut him off.

"Flash!" The Man of Steel said. He looked back at Oliver. "Call our bluff if you want, but that's your choice."

"Don't ever doubt the lengths we'd go to in order to protect our kids. Unlike you, we understand that protecting them is part of our jobs."

"I was doing my job!" Oliver snapped. "I was giving Roy a purpose! A reason for his miserable, worthless existence!"

Superman just managed to snag Batman's cape before he reached the injured billionaire. "We're done here. Stay away Oliver Queen. If you know what's good for you."

Oliver's hand clenched around the flash drive. He didn't even wait for them to leave. Without looking back, he stormed back upstairs and into his office. "Damn them!" he shouted, throwing the flash drive against the far wall. "Damn the League!"

"Couldn't agree more," Lex Luthor said. Oliver froze. The other billionaire was sitting in a chair, as calmly as if they were having a friendly visit and he hadn't broken into Oliver's home.

"Why does everyone keep breaking in?"

"You lack security?"

"Get out before I make you Lex."

"Come on Oliver, we both know you can't do that."

"You don't know what I'm-"

"Not even the Green Arrow could beat me with a broken arm." He smiled at the look on Oliver's face. "Yes, yes, I know all about that."

"Who told you?!" Oliver practically growled.

"No one. You know how brilliant I am. Of course, I figured it out."

"What do you want, Lex?"

"I have an offer for you." Oliver gestured for him to continue. "I have some….associates who have been watching you for some time."

"Associates?"

"Yes. We think you'd be a great asset to our organization."

"Oh really? Why would this be?"

"You're cunning, ruthless, determined, highly skilled as an archer, and you want revenge on the Justice League."

"Revenge on the League?"

"Of course."

Oliver's mind flashed to his previous conversation. "I don't know. The League has some….compromising information on me."

"They're using the fact that you abused Roy to keep you quiet? Don't worry, many of my associates won't see those particular actions as a problem."

"What about you?"

Luthor just barely managed to keep the look of disgust off his face. "What I think doesn't matter, what does is the work my associates and I intend to do. The League doesn't even know we exist. Your actions will be well shielded from them."

"You've created a secret organization the League doesn't know about? Never pegged you as an Illuminati Lex."

Luthor smirked. "You're not that far off actually. So what'd you say, Oliver? Do you want revenge on the League and that disobedient ex-sidekick of yours?"

Oliver smiled as he walked over to pick up the flash drive and set it on the mantle of the fireplace. "I'm in."

— —

"That went well," Flash remarked one they were on the Watchtower. "We didn't even have to hit him."

"I think he's already gotten what he deserves," Superman replied evenly.

"Hopefully our threats work this time."

"They will," Batman said. "Queen knows his life will be over if those videos get out."

"Then I'd call this case closed. Roy's safe. Mission accomplished. Now I have to go home. My wife is waiting for me." He sped off as Superman waved to him. The Man of Steel looked at Batman.

"How're the boys?" he asked.

"They're better."

"How's Roy handling all of this?"

"He's holding on. It'll be a little while until he's ready to go back out as Arsenal, but he'll get there eventually."

"I'm glad. Do you really think Oliver's staying away?"

"I do. If not because of our threats then because of his broken arm."

"You really let into him."

Batman leveled a look at him. "He came into my city and attacked Robin and Arsenal. He tried to kill them both."

"I didn't say he didn't deserve it."

"Good."

Superman studied him for a moment. "Something's on your mind."

"No."

"It wasn't a question."

"I know."

"Come on Batman. You've been like this for the last two days. What's going on? If you're worried about the boys, you said so yourself, they'll be fine."

"It's not that."

"What then?"

"Two days ago…when Oliver attacked Roy…afterward Roy… He looked at me with the same fear he always looked at Oliver with."

"Batman-"

"Like I was a monster-"

"Bruce-"

"Like I was dangerous."

"You're not dangerous to Roy and he knows that. You're nothing like Oliver-"

"Oh really? Billionaires orphaned at a young age. Spending their time and resources on fighting crime at night. Using fear and intimidation to keep the criminals in their place. I'd say the resemblance is uncanny!"

"You're not Oliver Queen! You're nothing like him, Bruce. Yes, there're some superficial similarities, but that's all they are! Superficial! You lost control for one night. No one's perfect. You're only human Bruce and this case has been hard on you, I can tell. I know you better than anyone in the League and I know that seeing a young orphan who was taken advantage of while he was vulnerable was unbearable. The fact that Roy was manipulated by someone he trusted, who should've been helping him through that dark time, killed you. I know it was hard. You snapped, but you didn't kill Oliver."

"Because you stopped me."

"I stopped one punch. You made the decision not to kill him that night."

"I didn't want to do that to Roy."

"I know. You were looking out for his best interests, which is far more than Oliver Queen ever did." He paused, seeming to consider something. "Do you know that what happened with Oliver and Roy was exactly the kind of thing I was afraid of when I met Robin? An impressionable, vulnerable child coerced into something he doesn't fully understand by a grown man holding that boy's life and well-being in his hands. When I first found out about Robin, I thought you were no better than Oliver Queen. Honestly, I've never been happier to be wrong about something, because you didn't do what he did. You helped Dick. For better or for worse you gave him direction and in your own way, love. You helped him see what could become. You did that. Because you care about him. You love him. Oliver doesn't love Roy. I don't think he ever has. Roy was a tool to him and we both know it. That's the difference between you and Oliver and its the only one that matters. Maybe there are some silly, superficial things that make you similar, but underneath it all, you're a good man; and he's not."

Batman didn't say anything for a minute. "You really believe all that?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be your best friend if I didn't."

"You're not my best friend."

Superman smiled. "Whether you want to admit it or not I am. Who else around her is going to put up with your grumpiness?" Batman rolled his eyes. Superman chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder. "We won Bruce. Regardless of how we got here, Roy's safe now. That's all that matters."

Batman nodded. "I suppose."

"Go home. Check on the boys. Make sure they're ok."

"Don't tell me what to do." He brushed Superman's hand off and stalked away. He stopped irate beef the zeta beam. "Fly home safely tonight, Clark."

"I will." Superman watched him go with a smile.

— —

Once Batman was in Gotham, he meant to go on patrol. He really did. Somehow though, he ended up in the Batmobile, heading back to the cave. He was mildly surprised by himself, but then decided it wasn't that strange. He should check on Dick and Roy after all; as the responsible adult, he was. When he changed out his suit he told himself it was because Alfred had a strict 'no capes in the Manor' policy. Not even the most hardened criminals would dare risk the butler's wrath. 'Nothing out of the ordinary,' Bruce thought as he climbed the stairs. 'Nothing at all. I'll just check on them. Make sure everything is ok.' He found the boys in the den, curled up on the couch watching a movie.

"Bruce!" Dick said in surprise when he saw him in the doorway. "You're home really early."

"Am I?" Bruce pretended to act surprised. "Well if you don't want me here, I can always go back out-"

"No, stay! Roy's showing me this Robin Hood movie! It's got talking animals in it."

"Not as good as Errol Flynn," Roy said with a shrug. "but what're you gonna do?"

"Errol who?" Roy gave Dick a look of shock.

"I have so much to teach you." Bruce, very unsuccessfully, tried to hide his amusement.

"Come on Bruce!" Dick said, scooting over so he could sit between them. "Come watch with us!"

"It's really not that bad."

"Alright," Bruce said like he'd actually needed to think about it. He sat between the boys and Dick automatically curled up against his side. Roy, still not as tactical as him, didn't do that, but did sit close enough that he was touching Bruce. It was a little bit of an odd setup, but one that Bruce accepted happily. The movie was just an average kids' movie to him. Not significantly different from the other ones Dick had made him watch, but it wasn't the movie he was there for. It was for the two boys who were asleep by the time the end credits were rolling.

Alfred walked in and smiled at them. Dick was curled against Bruce and Roy's head was on Bruce's shoulder. "I take it they were more tired than they admitted," he said quietly.

Bruce nodded. "It's been a long couple says."

"Hopefully, such long days will be over."

"Agreed."

"Should we wake them?"

"No, let them sleep. They need it."

"Very good, sir." Without needing further instructions, Alfred carefully eased Dick away from Bruce. He gently scooped the sleeping boy off the couch and Bruce slowly lifted Roy's head. Trying not to disturb him too much, Bruce lifted Roy up and settled the lanky teen in his arms. There would probably be more sleepless nights ahead of them. Trying to get Roy back out on patrol and making sure he stuck with his therapy. Attending to Dick's needs as much as Roy's. Dealing with the fallout of Roy no longer feeling safe in Gotham. Bruce was starting to realize being a parent meant keeping up with an ever-growing list of things that needed to be done.

'It can wait though,' Bruce decided as he carefully laid the teen down on his bed. Roy's face was peaceful, the first time in the past couple days, and Bruce hoped he'd get through the night without a nightmare. 'Right now Roy is here. Roy is safe. My boys are both safe.' He smiled as he covered Roy with a blanket and gently kissed his forehead. 'That's all I want for now.'