Dick cleared his throat. "So. Tim, how's your Portuguese?"

Tim shrugged. "Muito bom, por que?" Pretty good, why?

Dick typed into the computer, bringing up a map of Brazil. "I hear Rio is nice this time of year."

Stephanie reached out and grabbed Tim's hand. He looked over at her, startled. After a moment, they both looked over at Jesse, as if realizing that they would not, in fact, be alone in Brazil. She waved at them awkwardly, knowing that she would be the out-of-place-third-wheel for the unforeseeable future.

Dick looked over at Bruce. "I assume you already have someplace picked out for you and Damian?"

Bruce nodded. "I have a safe house in London. There are a few people there that owe me favors."

Dick eyed him questioningly, but Bruce's face remained stony, unwilling to tell them who owed him those favors. Sighing inwardly, he turned to Barbara and M'gaan.

"Where do you think we should go?" He asked.

Barbara studied the map. "If we're planning to meet up at some point, we should try to be somewhere that doesn't require air travel. Sneaking through border patrols is easy enough."

M'gaan gestured to the land down under. "That means Australia is out. What about Russia? We could try to find that Red Star guy."

Dick brought up a map of Russia. "That's a pretty good idea. Although, we're going to need fake identities to get there; Barbara and I are on the Russian government's watch list."

M'gaan looked bemused. "And why might that be?"

Barbara blushed as Dick gave her a sidelong look. "Oh, nothing much. Just attempted assassination of the president. And human trafficking. And cavorting with the Russian mob."

Everyone looked at them in shock, including Bruce, which made the rest of them look with even more shock. Barbara waved sheepishly. "I was the attempted assassination thing. Dick was the one involved with human trafficking and the Russian Mob."

Everyone blinked at them while M'gaan stared at the map of Russia. "Maybe Russia isn't such a good idea after all."

Barbara walked up to the computer and bumped Dick aside with her hip. Typing even faster than he had, she marked three spots on the map with red dots. "Here, here, and here are the places that he's most likely hiding."

Bruce looked at the map, then pointed out the fatal flaw in their plan. "Those spots are all right in the middle of the tundra."

Dick shrugged. "Well, the guy with a thermo-nuclear core in his chest isn't going to be overly concerned with the cold. But, we'll manage."

Bruce stared at him, and Dick stared back. Barbara looked between the two of them, mentally rolling her eyes at the testosterone. Changing the topic, she said, "I assume that Alfred will be going with you, Bruce?"

Bruce smiled tightly, and Tim laughed. "That means that Bruce didn't want him to, but he lost the argument with Alfred."

All the Bats in the room chuckled at the thought of the two arguing. It was always a sight to see when they did. Barbara sidled up to Tim and whispered under her breath, "You got the footage off the cameras, right?"

Tim leaned in. "What, you think I'm new? Of course I did. I even got to it before Bruce did, so I didn't even have to recode the trash to get it back."

"You'll send it to me, right?"

"Already hacked into your tablet and put it under staring contests. Nice try with the triple encryption on the firewall, by the way. Took me almost five minutes to break through."

Barbara smirked at him, stepping away. It was a little game they played, hacking into each other's databases and testing the waters. They usually waited for the other to find out about it before gloating, but there would be no next time. As she realized this, the grin slid off of her face.

Bruce stepped up, somehow taking control of the room without having to say a word.

"I've prepared fake IDs, passports, and paper trail detailing your new existences. Iris, Barry, Wally, Bart; your first names are all the same, so as to avoid confusion with the twins, but your last names will have changed. Everyone else, completely new identities."

Damian walked around and handed out folders to each individual, grumbling under his breath about not being some slave for Bruce to order about. One look from his father and he shut up, but that didn't stop him from giving everyone a death glare.

"I have also allotted the money from your old bank accounts into new ones, and I added funds to them in addition to that. You have your choice of moving around or staying where you've currently been assigned, but either way, be careful whom you associate with. They could decide to turn you in if they figure out whom you are, or they could be metas themselves."

Everyone nodded as they looked through their files. Wally looked up questioningly. "So, how are we going to keep in contact with each other?"

Barbara looked surprisingly smug at this. "I'll set up communication systems once we all get where we're going. There will be so many firewalls on 'em that Cadmus couldn't get through with a virtual nuke. And of course, they'll be bounced around every server on the planet, so there's no way they could be traced."

Everyone nodded at her explanation, falling silent once again. Dick looked around and became slightly nostalgic. There was every chance that he would never be in the same room with any of these people ever again.

Barbara noticed the look on his face and wrapped her hand around his, trying to comfort him. Dick smiled slightly, grasping her hand tightly in his. M'gaan looked over at them, bemused, and knowing that she would be the awkward third wheel for the foreseeable future. If only Connor was here, she thought. Then immediately backed away from that thought. She had cried enough for him; no more.

Bruce looked around the room. "It's been… a pleasure working with you all. I hope that someday…"

Of course, Barry had to go and ruin the moment. "Oh my god, are you trying to say you'll miss us? Awww, Bats!"

Barry rushed over and hugged the now glaring Bat. "Don't push it, Allen."

Barry stepped back, shrugging. "Well, I figured you can't do anything now that we're facing imminent death, so it was now or never."

Bruce raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, making Barry turn pale. "You wouldn't, right? Right!?"

Turning away from the annoying speedster, he turned to his various protégées. None of them had to say anything; they all knew what they felt. Dick, however, thought that this called for a slightly less stoic touch, and rushed at his father, hugging him tightly around the waist.

"Surprise group hug time!" he cried, not letting go even though Bruce oozed irritation. Barbara rolled her eyes at her friends antics, but walked over anyway, hugging her longtime mentor with her friend. Tim and Stephanie joined in as well, dragging Cassandra along with them.

Damian was the only one who refused to participate, a small frown on his face. "I will not engage in such desperate acts of affection, as I feel nothing of the sort for any of you, and-"

The little demon was cut off as, to the shock of everyone else, Bruce pulled him into the group hug. He struggled for a moment, but then relaxed into it, muttering under his breath about cruel and unusual punishment.

After a moment, Bruce cleared his throat, and they all let go. Looking over them all, he allowed a small smile. "Good work."

Their eyes shined because they knew what he was really saying. Barbara smiled back, trying to remember this moment. Bruce had been such a driving force in her life for so long; never seeing him again would be difficult.

Wally walked over to Dick, and they hugged in that weird hand-clasp-back-patting-thing that guys do. "May the force be with you."

Wally grinned, and put up his hand. "Live long and prosper, bro."

Rolling her eyes, Barbara walked over and embraced Wally, then pulled back and smirked at the two of them. "Now, see? That's what a real hug looks like."

As soon as she let go, Bart rushed over and squeezed Barbara around the waist, making her stumble a bit. His eyes closed, he whispered, "I'll miss you, Oracle."

She looked down at him in confusion. "What did you say?"

He smiled sadly, with more pain than any sixteen year old ad any right to. "Nothing. It's been crash, guys. Don't get mode-ed, all right? I don't want to have to stage another prison break. One was plenty."

Everyone looked at him quizzically, but he pointedly ignored them.

Wally walked over to M'gaan. "Hey, Megalicious."

M'gaan laughed. "Oh, Wally."

They hugged briefly, and then Wally went to stand by Barry. He teared up as he hugged his Uncle. "Bye, Uncle Barry. I'm going to miss you."

Barry ruffled his hair, his eyes a little wet himself. "You too, Kid."

Bruce started to move towards the Zeta-Tube, realizing that prolonging it any more would just cause it to hurt more than it already did. Wally, Iris, and Dawn walked up first. Bruce typed into the computer, and the machine whirred to life.

Wally turned back and looked out the viewing deck of the Watchtower. "I'm gonna miss this place." Squaring his shoulders, he walked into the Zeta-Beams.

"Recognized: Kid Flash B02; Iris West A06; Dawn West-Allen A12."

Dick watched as his best friend disappeared, feeling it like a bullet to the chest. He reached out to Barbara this time, clutching her hand to him as tightly as he could.

Cassandra went next, but not before turning to bow to Bruce. "Good-bye, sensei. Corruentem ante hostes fortitudine tua."

Bruce bowed back to her, and she stepped foreword into the light, and back into the Shadows.

Barry, Bart, and Don came up next. Barry smiled at Bruce. "The clubhouse was cool, while it lasted. Thanks for having my back all those years."

Bruce gave him a nod and typed in their coordinates, watching them as they left. Tim and Steph came up, and Steph couldn't resist giving him another hug. Bruce let her for a moment, and then gently removed her. "It's time to go."

She smiled sadly. "I know. These have been the best two years ever. Hopefully we'll see each other again."

Tim nodded to them, not one for words that had already been spoken.

Bruce finally looked over at Dick and Barbara. They looked back at him, remembering the nights they had spent swinging through Gotham, their own dark little family. Stepping up to their mentor, the two couldn't find the words to express what they were feeling, but they knew that Bruce understood. He was never the touchy-feely type, anyway.

Barbara leaned over and ruffled Damian's hair, causing him to frown and swat her hands away. She smiled at him. "Don't be too awful, demon. Bruce can only handle so much before he'll collapse into a puddle of defeat, and that's never a pretty sight."

Damian scoffed at the thought of his father crumbling under anything, but he gave the pair a grudging nod of respect.

M'gaan walked up next to them, and Bruce typed into the computer again.

"Recognized: Miss Martian B05; Batgirl B10." The computer paused as Dick hesitated, sparing one last glance to his surroundings. He remembered the first time he had been here, when he was eight. The original league had just moved in, and he had loved being around all of those fantastic people, mortal and extraterrestrial and gods alike.

Closing his eyes, Dick walked foreword, knowing that if he looked back again, he would never leave.

Finally, it was just Bruce and Damian left. Damian looked back when his father didn't immediately enter the commands into the computer, and saw that Bruce was staring out into the abyss, lost in thought with a small smile on his face.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked.

Bruce turned around as his smile disappeared. "Nothing. Lets go."

The computer announced their departure. "Recognized: Robin B33."

As Damian stepped into the light, Bruce paused like his other son had, looking back at memories of the best people he had ever known, wishing he could have done more to save them.

"Recognized: Batman 02."