Here we are with the final chapter. I know I may have not included the entire Batfamily (i.e. Duke Thomas and Kathrine Kane), but I did get a good portion of them. This story does conclude with Dick and as always I'd like to thank everyone who's read as well as followed, favorited, and/or reviewed this story.

Dick had almost completely disappeared in the wake of Damian's tattoo. It may not have occurred immediately, but it was still a progressively odd occurrence. It started with him becoming a little more withdrawn, not interacting as much as he used to. Then came withdrawing his appearance. With each passing day, Dick became less and less visible until it got to the point he could only be seen getting meals.

It was disheartening to say the least. While he seemed happy that Damian had received his tattoo, Dick's actions spoke volumes. Damian and Bruce were concerned, even when Dick denied anything being wrong.

His silence only seemed to worsen by the day. He had even started to refuse to acknowledge anyone who came to his bedroom door. They never entered the room hoping he would come out, but to no avail.

It got to the point where Bruce knew he had to intervene. Damian readily volunteered to talk with Dick, wanting to help, but Bruce knew it would be better if he talked to Dick instead. It may have been an inconvenient annoyance to Damian, but he wasn't about to argue his father's decision.

It didn't take long for Bruce to reach Dick's room. Thankfully, the door appeared unlocked. This lead Bruce to assume that Dick was simply abusing the privacy everyone was giving him, and saw no point in locking it. Quietly opening the door, Bruce would enter the room. He found Dick sitting on the windowsill, observing the world on the other side.

"What's going on?" Bruce greeted, closing the door behind him.

Dick didn't respond, keeping his gaze out the window. It was almost as though he hadn't heard Bruce.

"We're worried about you."

Dick still refused to say anything. Bruce closed the gap between them, leaving a comfortably sized gap between them as a precaution.

"Come on Dick, talk to me."

"What am I doing wrong?" Dick whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"We've all gone through so much, but I'm still the odd man out."

A mix of irritation and understanding flooded Bruce's mind. He couldn't believe that Dick was dwelling on it with everything that's gone on recently. At the same time he could understand the sentiment having witnessed Damian getting his.

"Really? You're really…"

"I know I shouldn't let this get to me." Dick admitted. "Not now. I should be happy for him. He's alive and finally got his, but I can't help but feel cheated. I hate hiding from you guys, but I don't want to face him while I'm like this."

The fact that Dick had no ill will towards Damian was good. Bruce could tell that he really felt bad for secluding himself, but understood the need to do so. The last thing either of them would have wanted was to upset what should be a joyous situation.

However, that didn't help clear up Dick's decision much. It explained why he chose to hide away, but not a reason as to why he decided to do so in the first place. There were several reactions that Bruce could think of, but not a single one was certain without conformation.

"Are you jealous?" Bruce asked.

Dick stood up, slightly offended.

"No! I'm glad that he got it. He deserves to get his. Why should I be jealous?"

"Because you don't have yours and the fact that you witnessed Damian get his."

"That may be, but he doesn't deserve to wait any longer. The last thing I want is for him to end up like me."

"Then why is this so important?"

"I want answers Bruce. I am tired of being left in the dark."

Dick dropped back down on the windowsill, his hands holding his head up.

"What's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you."

"You always say that. For years, I've believed those words, hoping that my time would come one day. However, these days, I'm not so sure. There has to be a reason that mine hasn't showed up yet. Did I do something wrong? Did I miss something? What do I need to do in order for mine to show up?"

Dick let out a defeated sigh. Bruce finally decided to take a seat beside Dick.

"I feel like I've done something wrong. Like I've been doing something wrong since I was eight."

Bruce sighed. He knew he should say something. Whether it be comforting or somewhat realistic, he just knew he had to say something to handle the issue for a little while.

"You haven't done anything wrong. Have you considered that maybe you're not meant to have one?"

"I know I'm supposed to have one."

"You don't regret me taking you in, do you?"

Dick shot a disturbed glare at Bruce. He was alarmed by the question, not entirely sure why he asked that.

"Of course not. I'm thankful for everything you've done for me, you're a father to me and I love you for it."

"You just said you feel like you've done something wrong since you were eight, which is when I took you in. I had to ask."

Dick's sight fell back to his lap. Guilt rocked him at his inconsiderate wording of the statement in question.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's true, I've grown more concerned for it as of late, but it's because I don't know if I've taken a misstep since my parents death."

"Like?"

"You and I both know where I would be had my parents not died. Would it have activated had I gone down that road?"

"I don't know. Even if that were the case, what does that say about how your life ultimately played out? Could it have possibly shown up the year you would have joined?"

"That's just it. I don't know, but it is worth speculate."

The room went silent. Neither one say knowing what they should say next. Unfortunately, any semblance of what to do next wouldn't be able to surface.

A scream of pain lashed out as Dick hunched over. His hands wrapped around his torso, trying to touch his back. Bruce instantly kneeled beside him, shocked by the cry of pain.

"What's wrong?" Bruce anxiously gasped.

"My back." Dick hissed. "It burns."

Bruce was about to place a hand on his back when Dick unconsciously twitched away from his hand. Another gasp of pain got away from Dick as his hands traced down his sides. Bruce needed to see what was going on, and Dick was in no state to talk him through it.

"I'm going to need you to get this shirt off Dick." Bruce ordered. "I need to see what's going on, and since you don't want me to do it, you'll have to.

Dick didn't respond, but Bruce knew he heard him when Dick started to slowly remove his shirt. It took a few moments before the shirt was crumbled up in Dick's fist. Dick continued to remain silent, as Bruce got a look at the area. His eyes widened in shock as he saw just what was going on.

A set of wing were burning its way down Dick's back. Snow white bleed within the confines of the wings and grey specs added decal to them. It would complete its course and Dick released a sigh of relief. Bruce, however, was astounded by the sight.

"What's going on?" Dick gasped.

Bruce didn't immediately respond.

"Bruce! What's going on?"

"Looks like you got your wish." Bruce bluntly admitted, sitting down beside Dick.

"What do you mean?"

"Owl wings. Snowy owl wings to be exact, plastered on your back."

Dick's eyes widened, as he instantly sat up. His sight fell on Bruce.

"What?!"

"You heard me."

Dick was at a loss. He wasn't sure what to think. Quite frankly, he wasn't expecting that to be his tattoo. Because of that, Dick wasn't sure if he should be happy, or frightened given the pain it gave him.

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know." Bruce sighed. "Wisdom, mystery, a bad omen. Your dark lineage. It could be a number of things."

An anxious feeling swelled in Dick's throat.

"Let's just relax. For now, let's just let this sink in. We won't worry about the how and why today. We're going to get you out of this room and get you interacting with the household. Damian wants to see you and I think he'd like to hear that you finally got yours."

"What am I supposed to tell him?"

"Just that you got it. We'll figure out its symbolism later."

Dick nodded, willing to go with that.

"Okay."

Bruce would be the first to get up, offering Dick a hand. Dick would take it allowing Bruce to help him up. Dick would place his shirt back out before following Bruce out.

His tattoo finally arrived, and even with so many questions, he did feel a sense of closure for finally getting it. He knew he might not like the outcome of its representation, but he knew he would have to live with it.

Now the reason I chose this was to play with Dick having owl wings was because of his connection to the Court of Owls. Now originally, I was going to have it where he got his immediately after Damian (as in the chapter would have picked up right after Damian's and DIck would have gotten it that day). However, because of the fact that he would have gotten it after having a pretty jealous reaction (feeling that he should have gotten a robin, I decided to approach it differently. I thought it would be a little out of character for him to react that way, especially since I had Damian's show up after his death and revival. Some other symbols for owls include mystery (which could explain it's prolonged exposure), ancient knowledge(which again would hit the Court of Owls aspect as well as Dick knowledge of some stuff), bad omens (which could relate to how Dick has had some bad luck over the years), and secrets. Now one thing I found, relating to white owls, is that they could represent a desire for wisdom or unfettered knowledge. Something that you want to know or will soon learn. This I feel also fits DIck wanting to know why he didn't have his.

The reason for the back and just owl wings is because I had the picture of it almost referencing angel wings, which I feel would fit how he could be a light for Bruce.