I can't believe I literally left everyone hanging for so long for the EPILOGUE. I am so sorry. But does anyone else have trouble loading FanFiction? Ugh.

I'm thinking of posting this story over on AO3 which is where I am more active anyways. So if you see it over there on Newbiemans2015 that's me!

Thank you so much for everyone that has stuck with me for so long on this journey! I cannot thank you all enough.

Now, the epilogue!

Chapter Fifteen: Aftermath: The Epilogue

Touching back down in Gotham was by far one of the sweetest things the boys could have possibly believed. After all their previous adventures, none of them knew they would be this relieved to be driving down the familiar streets of dark and gloomy Gotham.

"Can you believe a few hours ago we all nearly died in a volcano?" Dick asked, finally pulling the rental car back in front of Wayne Manor. The sun shined merrily above the mansion, the sounds of the water sprinklers on the lush lawn was like music to their ears.

"You definitely don't have to remind me. I came close to death so many times on this trip I lost count," Jason groaned from the back seat where he lay sprawled out. Despite survival and a lovely evening in Italy, he still wore the flashlight head band like a trophy.

"In hindsight, I think this trip was a complete success," Dick tried again. "We really cleared some air back there, and now we all will go down in history as the brothers who discovered the world within our world! We could write a book like Jules Vern!"

Damian huffed.

"Tt. Not like that will be the only thing that will go down in history about us."

"I'm just relived I finally know what happened to my Uncle Christopher," Tim said, stretching in the front seat weighing the bag of precious gems in his hands that he had confiscated from Jason.

Dick parked the car looking at the three of them in disappointment.

"But we bonded back there! We all worked as a team!"

Jason raised an eyebrow, not particularly intrigued with Dick's insistence.

"I mean, that was a lot of male bonding packed in a very little time frame. How about next time we make it a couple of weeks?"

"A couple weeks?" Tim echoed, sitting up straighter turning to look at the older beside him with alarm.

"Yeah, when Christmas break rolls around, I'm sure as long as we're back for Christmas for Alfred-"

"Hold on a second," Jason attempted to interrupt throwing his hands up, leaning forward into the front seat.

"I found this in your dad's stuff, Tim," Dick continued holding up another old book. "I heard it's a good read."

"The Lost City of Atlantis?" Damian scoffed. "You do realize we know people from there correct, Grayson?"

"Yes, but I have a theory-"

"I think you're getting a bit too far ahead of yourself, Dick. We have lives and other careers in case you're forgetting," Tim reminded, taking the book from his hands. "Not to mention I'm ready to sleep for a week after this."

All four of the hopped out of the car, finally making their way towards the entrance stairs, gathering around for one last time. Bags landed on the stairs around them as their arguing grew louder over the worn leather novel within Drake's hands.

Eventually throwing his hands in the air, Jason cut them off.

"I guess this is where we part ways," He nodded to his bike still parked where he had left it days ago by the garage.

"You're always welcome to stay the night, Jay," Dick attempted.

The other shook his head.

"Nah, I need some time to myself. But cool your jets okay, Dickiebird. I don't think any of us plan on traveling any time soon."

The conversation would have likely continued but their attention was grabbed by Damian leaning over rummaging in his backpack to empty what looked suspiciously like food into the front compartment. The older boys all exchanged glances.

"Damian, what's that?"

The youngest looked up and shrugged attempting to play it off.

"Just feeding my pet."

"What pet?" Tim asked, leaning over to see what was inside.

Dick caught sight of it not a few seconds later.

"Dami, oh, what have you done?"

"What are you going to do with that? Call it Jurassic BatBird?" Jason exclaimed, looking at the illuminated blue bird that flew out from the interior of the backpack, circling around them, chirping merrily.

"I'm sure Alfred will let me keep him," Damian argued, glaring at Drake who was stuttering out complaints.

"Love to see B-man's face when he gets a look at that," Jason shook his head.

"It would probably look something like this."

Abruptly the four froze, turning to see Bruce himself standing on the front steps of the mansion with a frown deeply set in place.

Without continuing, he simply held up the morning newspaper for them all to see the front headline.

T-Rex Skull Explodes from Mount Vesuvius, Culprits Pay Local with Diamond worth Millions

"Care to explain?"

Sheepishly the four exchanged glances.

Damian took a deep breath.

"It was all Drake's fault."

Jason snatched his gemstone collection from Tim.

"I'll let you take this one, Dickiebird. I got places to go."

Dick looked at Bruce sheepishly.

"We bonded in Italy? For the week?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed.

"Alfred said you went to Iceland."

Tim and Damian gave sheepish grins, slowly backing into the mansion as the Batman's gaze remained on their oldest brother.

"Well, we did. It's rather a long story; you…may not believe it."

"Damian said you went fishing."

Dick gave a nervous laugh.

"Believe it or not, that's actually true?"

"Start talking."

Dick slowly looked at the retreating forms of Damian and Tim in slight betrayal.

"It's Tim's fault."

Stunned, Tim turned and let out a betrayed gasp.

"It was not!"

Later that night Bruce nearly had thirteen heart attacks, twenty phone calls from various concerned League members and a generous donation to Gotham's natural history museum.

And a week later he reluctantly held a Jules Vern inspired charity gala for Wayne Industries new progressive volcanology branch, in which he had to inform all four of his son's they could not, in fact, write a book.

He did not want that headache.

The End.

I don't know if I will ever come back and write the sequel. I never was a SUPER fan of the second Journey movie. And it would require a lot more reworking to get the plot to work. But Maybe one day. For now, this is it.

Thank you again!