Epilogue:

Two days later the phone rang in a non-descript apartment in Galway, Ireland.

"Hello," answered the deep voice of thirty-two year old Conall O'Reilly.

"Hello, are you the brother of Mr. Faolan O'Reilly?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"This is Commissioner Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department. I am calling to inform you of the death of your brother."

Conall dropped into a nearby chair in shock. "The de…death? Faolan is dead? No, I don't…how did it happen?" A silent tear slid down his cheek as he dropped his head into his left hand and attempted to process the information.

"Well…" the commissioner hesitated, not wanting to tell a grieving man that his brother was a villain.

"Well…out with it man!" Conall yelled, his tone full of distress.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but Faolan O'Reilly kidnapped a citizen of Gotham. When this man was rescued, your brother was killed as he attempted to escape."

"Kidnapped? No, you're wrong, Faolan would never do something like that! I know my brother and that is NOT something he is capable of doing!"

Commissioner Gordon sighed internally. "Again, I'm sorry, sir but there are two witnesses: the man who was kidnapped and the young man who was able to rescue the victim."

"Stop! This young man, who is he? I would like to speak with him about this so-called "accident". What did he do to my brother?"

"The young man was severely injured and is currently recovering. He is not able to talk to you at this time," the commissioner didn't like the man's angry tone.

"Wait, Gotham City you said?" Conall asked, a little too calmly. "Isn't that where Batman and Robin reside? I follow their escapades; they are very well-known here in Galway. Please tell me, is Robin the young man you speak of? At least give me that closure."

Commissioner Gordon had not anticipated that question and argued with himself about how to answer it.

"Your silence tells me a lot, Commissioner. Thank you for informing me of these unfortunate circumstances. I will be in your fair city within a few days in order to bring my brother home. Goodbye."

Conall hung up the phone and began to pace around his apartment. Robin needed to be taught a lesson; nobody messed with his younger brother and got away with it. And this kid had killed Faolan. Yes, Robin was going to learn things the hard way – the sooner the better. "I'm looking forward to meeting you, Robin," he said darkly as he went back to the phone to call his travel agent. He was going to Gotham City and he would be coming back with his brother in a coffin and, maybe, a young man's blood on his hands. If that's what it took then so be it….

THE END

P.S. I have already written a story that has nothing to do with this epilogue. I'm going to post that one first (it's called "The Chase") for three reasons: 1) it is already written, 2) it is chronologically first and 3) I have to write the story that will belong to this epilogue (titled "Silent Retribution"). So, be patient if you want to know Conall's plan for Robin and, while you are waiting, check out "The Chase". I will start posting it soon. Thanks! :)