A/N: Here it is, the last chapter! Thanks to everyone who has followed, favorited, or especially reviewed this story—y'all are awesome!

~Epilogue~

"Bats," Wally said, with no small amount of pride, "I totally deserve a 'thank you' for that."

"Like hell you do," Bruce replied, still holding an ice pack to the back of his head (although he was, thank the gods, in the Javelin on his way away from this horrid, horrid planet). "You threw me into a stone wall and gave me a concussion."

"Hey—I thought you were going to go in the threshold and do something mystical like float or spin around or something. How was I supposed to know that girl-you would go in one side and boy-you would come straight out the other?" Wally shrugged and hopped into the seat across the aisle from Bruce. "Aren't you glad you're not Brenda anymore?"

Bruce sighed through his teeth. "Just in case you don't remember from all the times we've reiterated this, it was your fault in the first place."

Shayera stood up and leaned over their two seats. "Hey guys, we're going to have a nice, quiet ride home, right? I don't have to remind either of you that I have a mace?"

"Thank you," Clark said, from up front.

"I figure someone has to give you a break from playing moderator," she replied, and settled back into her seat next to John.

"You know," Bruce said to Wally, more quietly and after a sufficient break, "being jealous doesn't mean you have to go playing with alien magic. That never ends well."

"Hey!" Wally turned and shot a glare at Shayera.

"I didn't tell him anything!" she protested.

Bruce shook his head. "Detective, remember? Not that you've got even the slightest sense of sneakiness. Really, how many times do you think the whole 'Let me explain Man's World to you, Princess' schtick is going to work?"

Wally, at least, had the good sense to look abashed.

Bruce considered another sarcastic remark, but gave up on it and decided to throw the kid a bone. "You should consider calling that reporter chick who's always trailing you around. She seems like your type."

"Really?" Wally visibly brightened. "Linda? You think she'd be into me?"

"Sure," Bruce said. "She seems plenty admiring on the news. And she's never met me."

Wally scowled. "Bats, you really are a jackass sometimes."

"Testing your luck?" Bruce asked.

"That's how you know he likes you," Clark interjected, to Wally, without even bothering to turn around in his seat or address Bruce. "You should hear the things he says to me about Lois."

"We were almost engaged," Bruce said.

"Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades," Clark replied, still the book he'd brought for the ride home. "And anyway, I kept her, as I tell you every time we have this conversation."

"Wait, wait, wait." Wally held up both hands. "Bats dated Lois? When? Why have I never heard of this?"

"It was before he and I met," Clark said. "Well, before Superman and Batman met, at least. And, as I would like to emphasize, it did not last long."

"I recall you threw me into a wall," Bruce muttered, and gingerly touched the back of his head again. "Which apparently was the start of a theme."

"It was a table," Clark said, "and you proceeded to mock me with kryptonite."

"I didn't 'mock' you with it, I was merely making a point as to why you should have stopped fighting me and listened. And you used you x-ray vision to see through my cowl." Bruce pointed a finger of accusation in Clark's direction. "Total invasion of privacy."

"It took you all of a day to come up with a lead-lined suit."

"You'd already done it, Clark!"

"Nobody kill me or anything," Wally said, "but the term 'old married couple' was totally made for you guys."

Bruce and Clark turned to him in unison with very, very near-killing looks.

"Ma and Pa don't fight this much," Clark said, "and they are the very definition of an old married couple."

"Comparing us to your parents is not helping." Bruce had his thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose now. "That would practically be incest."

"Aw," Clark said.

Bruce glared—at him, at Wally, and at Shayera for good measure. "We argue too much to be friends."

Clark, of course, looked a bit hurt. "Slightly less adorable."

Shayera leaned in, because she hadn't been able to have a good bar fight on Talan—and what was the point of so much free liquor without a good fight?—and also because something in her enjoyed poking the hornets' nest. "Hey Clark, I heard you gave Bruce a ring once."

"It was kryptonite!" Clark and Bruce shouted, in unison, loudly enough to make even Green Lantern (who had been trying, so far, to ignore this whole exchange) look up in irritation.

Bruce had gone from pinching his nose to rubbing his temples with one hand. "Considering that I've had a fairly stressful week, maybe we could refrain from the annoying me for just the space of a ride home?"

"You started it this time," Flash said, but obediently ducked back down into his seat, doubtlessly to fantasize about his future reporter girlfriend.

"I'm going to need a vacation from this vacation," Diana said, with a very long sigh. "Next time I want to have a change of pace, remind me to go alone."

"If you wanted a vacation, you didn't have to use a space pirate as an excuse," Bruce said.

Diana blinked in surprise and tried to hide her shock. "Why Bruce Wayne, are you offering to sweep me off to an island somewhere?"

For an instant, Bruce looked equal parts alarmed and stunned at what he'd let slip, but then he evidently decided that he needed a real vacation as well. "I'm sure Tim and Dick can handle Gotham for a couple more nights."

Diana settled back into her seat with a happy little smile, careful not to let Bruce see her looking too eager. "Well then. This might turn out to be a good trip after all."