Notes: This is the final chapter. Just something to wrap it up. The last paragraph could possibly link into a future story I'm planning with Damian (where he has his own Young Justice) but that's still a way away for now.

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Chapter 13 – Rest, Relaxation(?) and Teams

Conner Kent felt out-of-place in the ritzy suites that this hotel sported however, he had been called. He knocked on the door and waited for whichever Robin was close enough to open it.

Looks like he got the youngest. Damian looked him up and down and back again.

"Hey!" he greeted with a smile and wave. The boy's face twisted into disgust but Conner had been assured that was normal.

What Damian said, wasn't normal.

"Do you not age?"

Oh. Curses.

"Damian! What are you saying?" Tim's outraged voice came with the pounding of feet and the door being pulled open all the way.

The first thing that hit Conner was how closed up the room was. It could be day or night and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. All the curtains were drawn and lights were on.

"Hi Tim," Conner said. Tim's mouth formed a little 'o' and he turned to Damian.

"Superboy doesn't age," Tim explained to Damian in a frustrated tone.

"-tt- Obviously. He looks the same as he did in the past."

"I.. what?" He was confused. Conner walked into the suite, looking for Dick who had called him. Dick was stretching on the floor, bending himself in two.

"Damian's Redbird and he came back from the past yesterday."

Conner looked Damian over. He did remember Redbird, although he had preferred calling him 'Damian'. Redbird was the guy who insulted him and escaped the Mountain. Damian was the guy who came out for ice-cream.

"Well, it's about time," he finally said. "You know how long we've been waiting for you, kid?"

Tim and Damian's shocked looks mirrored each other. Dick smirked and even Jason barked a laugh.

"You know, a little warning would have been nice," Jason said to the clone. "Almost shot up Gotham when the brat went missing."

"Don't look at me," Conner responded, throwing his hands up in mock-surrender. "Kaldur was leader at the time. Alternatively, you could have spoken to Wally."

"West probably doesn't even remember what happened last week, let alone what happened years ago," Damian said. Although it didn't feel like years. Especially when Superboy stood before him, looking almost exactly the same.

Although, the brown jacket was new.

"Or Batman," Conner added, "isn't he supposed to, like, know everything?"

"Sounds like you've been talking to," Dick grunted as he stretched a leg straight up and along his chest, "M'gann again."

"We're friends," Conner responded.

"So, why are you here?" Jason asked.

"Dick called me."

"What?" Dick questioned when they all turned to him. He had three sceptical looks with tints of annoyance and one waiting to hear why he had been called. "Okay, you guys wouldn't let me call Superman, so I called the next best thing!"

"Wow. Second to Superman. Thanks, Dick," Conner deadpanned, his face twisting into the frown Damian had become familiar with during his trip to the past.

Dick's face fell and shock flashed on it as the way Conner interpreted what he said sunk in.

"NO! That's not what I meant at all!"

"Wow, Dick," Jason commented, sounding serious but the wide smile on his face said otherwise.

"I think Grayson is trying to imply that you have unique status in that you are one of the few people we will tolerate and that we do not tolerate Superman," Damian commented, helping his former mentor out of the metaphorical hole he let himself fall into.

"So, you're saying," Conner said, "that if you had to choose, it's me over Superman?"

"-tt- That's what I said. Are you even liste-" Damian's words were cut off as Conner wrapped him in a hug.

"I like you," Conner announced, letting him go and ignoring his furious protests. What Conner remembered of Redbird, other than their disastrous beginning when Redbird escaped past him, were the words Damian said to him in the park:

"I've seen weapons and they don't spend their time eating ice cream in the park with friends."

Conner had held onto that. Held onto his friends because he was less of a weapon with them.

"I called Conner in as a tour guide," Dick said. Conner and Damian turned to see him talking to Jason.

"That's actually not a bad idea," Tim agreed. "Conner does visit Metropolis a lot."

"So, tour guide?" Dick asked Conner with a hopeful look.

Conner shrugged. Why not?

When night fell, the bats went out to play. Batman went to meet with Superman, in order to get information on how the Marty and Luthor scenario was playing out. Red Hood was next out.

Jason didn't care what Bruce had said, he wanted only one thing while in Metropolis. Action. And he more than deserved it after the clone dragged him, the replacement, the demon brat and golden-boy around the city. For goodness sakes, they could get ice-cream in Gotham!

Jason donned his Red Hood outfit and leapt off the balcony. It wasn't until he reached the roof of the next building that he noticed he had company.

"Really?" he questioned in disbelief as Robin, Red Robin and Nightwing smirked at him. "I thought you lot cared about your reps? Hanging with a known criminal won't get you any points."

"But, you're with us," Nightwing said, as if that cleared everything up.

"It's one night," Red Robin stated.

Robin just glared at him. They had come to Metropolis as a group.

They ended up splitting up as crimes occurred beneath their feet but the four seemed to gravitate towards each other as they moved through the bright lights of Metropolis.

Robin was watching over the edge of a roof as Nightwing jumped down and swung across to the other side of the street where three criminals were breaking into a pawn shop.

"I never thought he'd leave," a bright voice commented from behind him. Robin jumped and flung out a batarang, even though he recognised the deep tenor. Even though the last time he heard it, it had been a voice in the middle of breaking.

"What do you want, West?" he hissed as the Flash's red uniform streaked out of the way of the projectile.

"I knew I liked you," another, slightly deeper and smoother than the last time he heard it, voice spoke up. This one was from a female. A blond female sitting on the edge of the roof.

"Artemis?" Robin questioned, "Grayson said you were missing."

"Officially missing," the woman responded, tucking stray golden locks behind her ear. "I have a lot of enemies."

"What are you both doing here?"

"Conner told us you were in town," Artemis responded. She smiled at the Flash. "And Wally brought me over to say 'hi'."

"Uh-huh." Disbelief radiated from Robin.

"It's not that crazy," Flash explained, "I mean, we considered you part of the team. Of course we'd come say 'hi' after hearing about your journey. Still surprised that it's actually you, but," he shrugged, as if to say 'what can you do?'.

Robin didn't respond. They had come and now he was waiting for them to leave; he didn't know what to say.

"Oh, and M'gann knows too," Flash added. "Conner told everyone."

"Everyone?" Robin questioned with a sinking feeling in his gut.

"Everyone," Artemis echoed with a smile and a wave. Then she mentioned it was time to go, told him to take care and they were gone in a flash of red and yellow.

"Did I see Flash?" Nightwing asked as soon as his feet planted on the roof.

"And Artemis," Robin responded. Nightwing poked his cheek.

"Is that a smile?"

"It is not and stop touching me, Nightwing!"

"Ohh, bad touch," Red Hood commented, dropping onto the roof. "Anyway, I've got three muggers, two car jackers and five break-ins. How about you losers?"

Damian debated that he and Grayson should have won because they took out the most as a team. Jason and Tim both stated that they were only counting individual take-downs and so Jason won, by one car jacker.

"There are cookies on the table."

"What?" Jason and Damian both turned to the table where, sitting innocently, was a plate of cookies. Jason swore.

"Aw, they're from M'gann," Dick added, picking up the card while Tim looked baffled that Miss Martian had dropped off cookies for them. "'Dear Damian', wait that's crossed out. 'To Redbird, here are some cookies. I am much better at making them now. Enjoy, MM.'"

"Someone needs to talk to that girl about secret ids," Jason commented, reaching for a cookie. Tim slapped his hand away.

"We don't know if she left them or if they're a trap!"

Dick picked one up and nibbled it. Then he made a face.

"They're hers alright. The same unique taste. Not good but not gut-wrenchingly bad."

Each of the boys took and tasted one. Faces were made, opinions exchanged and Damian gave Tim a 'thank you' to tell M'gann.

Damian didn't tell anyone about the email Kaldur sent. He had been surprised to learn that Atlanteans could have email. Apparently, Dick had set it up for him back when he was Robin and Kaldur was Aqualad. In the email, Kaldur send him details of the team and his thoughts about Leadership.

Also, juicy details about Grayson's time on the team. And the short time Todd had been on the team. And about Drake's time on the team, before the team disbanded. In fact, Kaldur had details on all his 'brothers'.

Kaldur was certainly a good acquaintance to cultivate communications with. Damian typed a response instead of paying attention to the movie Grayson had flipped the TV onto.

Bruce watched Damian type with his stoic expression on his face. Dick was sitting on the couch next to him and while he seemed entirely focused on the movie, the unwilling twitches of expression he showed were focused on Damian.

Damian, who was constructing an email for the Atlantean.

Bruce tensed.

"This is good," Dick assured him. "Besides, you know that Kaldur is responsible. He'll be a good teacher for Damian. And one day, your son might even lead his own team."

"Give us strength," Bruce muttered in response, trying to imagine his son leading a team. He couldn't. Bruce had a hard enough time with the Justice League, people he had been working with for years.

"We liked him," Dick pointed out, giving him a knowing smile. "He just needs to find the right team."