And this is it! The end of the line. Please read my notes at the end. Enjoy! ^^V

Epilogue

Dick sighed heavily at the stack of homework he had to catch up on. Despite doing voluntary homework in the other dimension, none of it counted. He had that project with Barbara (which she was going to kill him for he was sure), two tests to do, and half a dozen small essays to complete before he could get caught up. Then there was the worksheets and textbook assignments. Man he hated missing school. The catch-up work sucked!

Rubbing his neck, he mentally reviewed all the wonderful things that happened since his homecoming. Lots and lots of hugs and 'I missed you's from the team and League, pizza, a wonderful dinner from Alfred, a very good night's sleep for once, and a few visits after a debriefing from Bruce. Apparently Dick Grayson had a bad cold border lining pneumonia all that week, and was going to be kept home through the weekend too for good measure. This kept their neighbor's kid and Babs away and the tabloids at bay. It was only that Friday they could visit at all.

Little Timmy's visit was short but enjoyable, in a cute way. He mostly just yammered about the week, the party he missed (and Brucie's date), and gave him a handmade card. The kid was so cute and made him appreciate the innocence they had every day.

Barbara's visit was anything but calm and cute. "And just where were you? Really?"

Dick just blinked at her in confusion for a good long minute before answering. "Here. Sick as a dog."

"That's a load of crap and you know it." Miffed, the redhead glared at him from his bed. She sat on the soft cushion while he tried to organize his homework and notes for their project.

"No seriously Babs. I was so bad I couldn't leave the house."

"Too sick to even pick up the phone and tell me?" The girl was not buying it. She didn't buy half his Robin excuses, but he gave them anyway. And sometimes he played dumb.

"You called?" Picking up his phone from his charging spot, he flipped through his missed messages. Being in an alternate world, he didn't get any of her messages or notification until he got back. Stupid Wally...

"Yes I called. Multiple times. Texted too." Her eyes narrowed with each accusation.

"Sorry," he murmured, still acting confused. "I was so out of it, I don't know what happened."

"It said your phone was disconnected."

That one shot his eyebrows clear into his bangs. Hoh boy... "Ah... honestly? I have no idea where my phone's been all week. Maybe Alfred found it stuffed between some cushions when I was feverish and started charging it last night. Or it was in my backpack until then. I honestly can't remember what went on with my phone. Maybe I should get it checked out."

"Uh huh..." Again Barbara didn't believe him.

He slumped his shoulders and gave her a mild glare, annoyed. "Not everyone lives for their phone Babs. Sometimes I just forget it even exists. Losing track of it while I'm sick isn't that unusual. You should see where Bruce's end up."

"In some weird lady's bra?" Her commentary was starting to make the young man very uncomfortable.

"I was going to say purse..."

"Right..." She pivoted her head to the side, eyeing him. "If you were so sick, why weren't you in your bedroom then? I came by Tuesday to check on you, and you were not in here."

This took the teen for a spin. How to explain this one... "What were you doing in my room?!"

"Stalking you, through the window." She glared lightly, mentally telling him she knew more than he did. "You're avoiding the question. From what I saw, your room hardly looked lived in since it was last cleaned. Where were you if you weren't here? Hm?"

Shaking his head at her actions, he thought long and hard (making a show of it) about how to respond. He was 'sick', so... "I... think that was the day I threw up. All over my bed." He rubbed his neck, thinking out loud as the implications settled into the little detective's head. "Alfred had me vegging in the theater room until the place was clean again... I think I passed out before I could get back in bed and they just let me sleep there for a while. What time did you get by?"

Sheepish, the girl decided to drop it. Just what he wanted. "After school. Man I feel dumb."

"Why? Because you didn't believe I was sick?" A smirk crossed his face as he watched her. "I only got better yesterday. It's a miracle I didn't end up in the hospital with all the trouble I was having. Barely remember it but still..."

"I was beginning to think you were Robin."

Dick stilled, staring at her. What? She elaborated, more to herself than anyone. "I mean, you can fight, are a great acrobat, have enough money for those gadgets, have the worst excuses for missing school, and do horrible puns. Add to it Bruce's behavior, mysterious past, and the timing of his return to Gotham and Batman's appearance, plus when he took you in and Robin debut, and it seemed so logical. How could you not be Robin? Or Mr. Wayne Batman?"

"That's... an interesting conclusion." Wow Barb was smart. He was going to have to be careful with this girl. Well if he convinced Bruce to just let her know, maybe he wouldn't have to be.

"I mean, I already figured out who that archer girl Artemis is." The boy did his best not to grimace at how well she figured things out. "She really needs a less obvious name. No wonder you took a picture with her the first day she came to our school. You figured it out too."

That was one he was not getting out of. Sighing, he just accepted it. "Yeah. She kinda saved my hide that summer and I thought it'd be fun to do that. Still haven't figured out how to properly thank her..."

"Could delete that photo."

"Not in your life. Don't we have a project to work on?" It was time to get off the subject. Fast. "Alfred's still worried about my health and I don't think you want what I had."

Begrudgingly the girl let it go and they managed to get everything done before the butler shooed her out of there. Honestly it was quite impressive how much she figured out on her own, and he wasn't sure if he knocked the Robin connection out of her head. Somehow he doubted it.

Sighing to himself now, Dick put the last math assignment to the side to stretch out his aching limbs. Until he was caught up, Robin was benched. Well at least Robin existed there. His mind wandered to the other world he left the previous day and wondered how they were going to proceed from then on. He had a habit of changing people's lives, and he was certain a lot of things would change there soon enough. Hopefully all for the better. "Maybe I'll go back there some day."

"I certainly hope not."

The teen jerked up at the sound of his father's voice and grinned. It was so good to have the man completely at his side again. The other one was too grumpy and was only starting to mellow before he left. This one was just right. Bruce looked over his pile of papers absently as he continued to speak. "We had a devil of a time trying to get you back here. The world seemed to be ending without you."

"I bet," Dick joked. He remembered the greeting he got from everyone. Wally was near tears, though he would forever deny it.

"This all you have left?"

The lad gave a heavy sigh, pointing to all the things he had to do still. "It's a lot more than it looks. I only finished up math assignments, but when I get back to school, I have two tests to make up. At least the project got an extension and that's done."

"Hm." Bruce found the list, twisting his lips in thought. Dick knew that look, and it sparked some hope in him. Maybe Robin wasn't going to be as grounded as he thought he was. "Long list."

"Yep."

"How about a break?" The man set the list back down and looked back to his son. "Some training before dinner would do you good."

The teen grinned from ear to ear, pushing away from his desk. "What kind of training?"

"Hand-eye coordination."

"One on one?"

"If you can manage that." The subtle smile on his face grew with each passing second. Man they missed this.

"You're on!" He scrambled to get his tennis shoes on while Bruce headed out the door to their indoor court. This was going to be a great game. But most of all, it was just great to be home.

END

A/N: Thank you all for reading Where's Robin? and it's sister story Without Me, and tolerating the long wait for the ending this past year. Seriously, I did not intend to take any time off from this story, but i have a horribly short attention span some times. I have one story from when i was five that I still haven't finished. yeah, I take that long. Hopefully this has satisfied everyone's needs and filled in all the plot holes I left open. If I haven't... whoops. I did try. The reason I took so long is simply the load of other things I did since. Having that many projects running at once through my head kinda makes it hard to keep track of everything. But hey! It's done!

So again, thank you all for reading. Requests for a sequel to these two stories are appreciated, but not likely to happen. If you wish to use the concept of both realities in the future for your own works but want to reference this, just PM me and I am very willing to help. Just don't have a plot for it personally. To everyone watching, I do request you remove this story and Without Me from your alerts so you have room to watch others who are just as good if not better than this. Do fave though so you can read it all again. It lets me know how many people read everything and loved it.

One day I will finish Fixing Damian, just not today. I've learned a lot from my long hiatuses so other than that one and the series of One shots I have running, I've stopped posting long fics until they're done on my compy. That's the last fic you have to wait on really from now on. Until my next project, A Son For A Son. V^^V