Epilogue

(1 week later)

I sat on my window sill that night. The sun was setting on my 17th birthday and the stars were coming out. The night was still young. And even after the spa day Bruce sent me on, he still had a few more surprises in store for me. However, I made him promise no giant surprise parties. I already had my sweet sixteen and I didn't need a sweet seventeen. My spa day was pretty awesome. Not gonna lie. I got a mani pedi, hot stone massage, a facial, another massage I went in the sauna and I got my hair done. Pampered for a day? Yes! I felt so relaxed and beautiful! I don't know how Bruce was going to top this tonight. Bruce hadn't told me anything about tonight. Just to dress nice. I wore my purple mermaid dress and my silver stilettos. No need to worry about my hair. It had already been styled perfectly. In case you were wondering, yes, I'm a blonde again! Not a green hair in sight. However, I was nervous about the future. In two short months my hair would go green again. And there wouldn't be a Saint Patrick's day to blame it on. Didn't know what I was going to do about that. Maybe Lucius could whip something up? I don't know. Anyway, the stars were beautiful that night. It made me think of that song I heard on the radio.

"The sun goes down. The stars come out. And all that counts, is here and now. My universe, will never be the same. I'm glad you came. I'm glad you came." I sung to myself.

"I'm glad you came too." A voice whispered in my ear. I jumped and fell off the window sill. Tim burst out laughing. I looked up at him, annoyed.

"It's rude to enter a woman's boudoir without knocking?" I snapped. He rolled his eyes as he helped me off the floor. I got on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss.

"My apologies, Madam." He replied in an english accent. "Master Wayne has requested your presence in the main foyer."

"You sound like Alfred." I laughed.

"That's the idea." Tim smirked. I chuckled. That's when I noticed his outfit. It was a fancy black suit with a purple tie (It matched my dress!) However, the suit looked a little big on him. I rolled my eyes.

"You're wearing one of Bruce's suits?" I questioned.

"Indeed I am." He replied.

"Does Bruce know?" I asked. He put a finger to his lips.

"Shh." He whispered. I laughed and playfully punched him on the shoulder.

"You're a dork." I giggled.

"Sarina! We don't have all night!" Bruce called from down stairs. Tim held out his arm.

"Shall we?" He questioned. I wrapped my arm around his.

"We shall." I smirked. He lead me out of my room and towards the grand stair case. I'm not gonna lie. I felt like a princess walking down those stairs. And I had the perfect Prince Charming to go with it. Bruce was waiting for me at the bottom. He smiled at the two of us.

"You look stunning." Bruce smiled.

"Why thank you." Robin replied with an eager grin. I rolled my eyes at him.

"So, where exactly are you taking me?" I questioned.

"You'll see." He laughed. Bruce turned back to Tim.

"Nice suit. I think I have the same one." He winked at Tim. His face reddened just a touch.

"Busted." I whispered to Tim.

"Don't worry about it." Bruce laughed. He put his hand on the door. "Your chariot awaits." With a grin of excitement, he ripped open the door. When Bruce said chariot he meant chariot. Two white horses were hooked up to a cinderella style carriage.

My mouth dropped to the floor.

"In case you haven't guessed, you're birthday theme this year is princess." Tim whispered to me. I laughed. I'm nothing like a princess. Far from it! But Bruce and Tim treated me like one. And it was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.

"You guys." I smirked. "You didn't have to do this."

"Correction. You absolutely had to!" Tim replied. He led me to the carriage and helped me in. He followed suit.

"You coming, Bruce?" I questioned.

"I'm not much of a third wheel. I'll meet you there." Bruce answered. With that, the driver started up the horses and we were off. Of course every one was looking at us. The paparazzi just happened to be out and about and took some pictures. Couldn't wait to see those in tomorrow's gossip column. The carriage stopped in front of the most exclusive restaurant in all of Gotham. The Reynolds. Bruce had always tried to get me to come here with him. But I was so afraid I'd stick out like a sore thumb. So we agreed on 4 star restaurants only. However, this was a five star establishment and I definitely stuck out like a sore thumb. Tim was the first to get out. He did the gentlemanly thing, and helped the lady out of her carriage. With that, he pulled me close and kissed me. I felt the camera flashes all around me. Just add this one to the gossip column. I pulled away quickly since I didn't want to make a scene. He smirked at me as we walked into the building. Arm in arm.

"Table for three." Tim said to the host. The man looked at us as if we were insects.

"Are you on the list?" He question coldly. His voice filled with disdain.

"It's probably under the name Wayne." Tim snapped. The host's eyes widened. "Bruce Wayne. I'm sure you've heard of him."

"Yes….uh…Yes, right this way." He had become friendly all of a sudden. He lead us to one of the nicer tables in the center of the room. Bruce was sitting there as if he owned the place. I sat next to him and Tim sat on the other side.

"So how was the ride in?" Bruce questioned. "I heard there was a horse and carriage causing all sorts of traffic." I laughed at him.

"You don't say." Tim replied. He turned to me. "We didn't see a horse and carriage."

"No. Are you sure there was a horse and carriage out and about?" I questioned. We all laughed. And we kept laughing for the rest of dinner. Telling stories and jokes about our many adventures. Not bat related of course. After our five course meal had ended, I was stuffed. I think my dress was about to pop. And Robin looked like he fit in that suit better. Bruce went home the way he came and me and Tim went back in the carriage. He walked me to the front of the door.

"Well, thank you for a wonderful evening." I smiled.

"Thank you for being born." He laughed. Oh he was such a dork. But he was my dork. He pulled me close and we kissed again for the third time that night. Third times a charm they say. However said that, knew exactly what they were talking about. We kissed for a while. It was even better then out first one. And I don't mean the one with Clayface.

"Ahem." Bruce Wayne spoke up. We immediately pulled away to find Bruce standing in front of us. "I'd like to get into my house today." That's when I realized we were blocking the door. We both stepped aside.

"Sorry." I muttered, embarrassed.

"Tim, it's getting late." Bruce said. I smiled at him. Every day I lived with Bruce the more and more protective he became of me. He was turning into a certified dad. Of course, he still had his playboy side. And his fatherly moments were rare. But when they came out, you knew it.

"Right." Tim replied. He kissed my hand gently. "Good night, Sarina."

"Good night." I called, waving flirtatiously as he walked to his car.

"C'mon. We need to talk." Bruce said to me. Uh oh. I didn't like this. We walked into the parlor. He sat down on the love seat across from me.

"Should I be concerned?" I asked. He took in a deep breath.

"Sarina…..you and Tim are very….close." He started. Didn't like where this was going. "And I want you to know, that if you decide to…..get closer…I mean…if you….you know-"

"Hold your horses, cowboy!" I shouted, stopping him right then and there. "We're not talking about this….ever. That's what health class is for."

"Oh thank god." Bruce sighed with relief. "Just know….if you have any questions you can….talk to-"

"Barbara. I'll talk to Barbara." I interrupted.

"Right. Good." He said.

"Will….that be it?" I asked cautiously.

"No. There's one more thing we have to talk about." Bruce said. "A much less…uncomfortable…topic."

"What is it?" I questioned.

"You know that you get….fan mail." Bruce started. Fan mail. I got that occasionally. It was sweet to read some of the letters. (Others were death threats which I ignored.) But sorting through all that mail was hell!

"Where are you going with this?" I interrogated.

"Well. Batgirl gets mail too." He said, placing a few letters down on the table. My eyes widened. Mail? For batgirl? "Now. I've run extensive tests on all of these letters. No bombs. No deathly chemicals. Just letters." Phew! "Now some of these could be regular fan mail from citizens of the Gotham. I get them from time to time. But others…."

"Could be from super villains threatening to kill me." I finished his sentence for him.

"Right." Bruce said.

"How do they even get sent to me?" I inquired.

"People drop them off at the police station." Bruce explained. "But that's not the point. I want you to be careful when you read these. This is serious."

"I understand." I nodded. I wasn't really sure what to think about the whole thing.

"You also got a few letters to Sarina." He said, put a few more on the table. It was quiet for a while. "Well, I'll leave you alone for a while." With that, he got up and out of the room. I decided to read my Sarina letters first. I was used to those. Most of them were from people wishing me a happy birthday. One had a picture of a boy at Gotham U and a phone number. But the last one…that was from my mom. It was written in a birthday card. The cover was a picture of a goofy clown. He was holding a balloon with the number seven but a one was colored in with crayon in front of it. When you opened it up. Circus music played. The inside was filled with writing.

My Dear Sarina,

You're seventeen today! I can't believe my beautiful little girl is all grown up. If you're father was alive, he'd be so proud of you. You have his smile, his eyes and his hair! Every time I look at you, I see him. Oh, I can't wait to see you again! I know you miss your daddy, but don't you worry. We'll make him smile up in heaven. As soon as I get out of here, you and me are going to take over this shit hole of a city and make the whole world laugh! I love you.

Love Always,

Mommy

A bunch of arrows pointed to a button. I reluctantly pressed it. The lullaby I heard at the asylum started playing. Sung by my mom. Before she even finished the first sentence I slammed the card closed. Did not want to remember that! However, I learned something. My mom really cared about me. It was hard to believe, but she actually love me. But I think she only loved the idea of me. The idea of someone half her, half Joker was heaven. And Joker, in heaven? I don't think so. I sighed as I turned towards the batgirl letters. Here goes nothing. The first few letters I opened were from fangirls wanting to be me and a few boys wanting to do me. The last three, however, were the ones I dreaded.

Dear Batgirl,

It is I, the Riddler! I hope you are enjoying your private life now. Because I will shortly discover your true identity. Along with Batman's. I'll even find out Robin's. But for now, you bats are the biggest riddle of all. Naturally, it's a matter of time before I figure it out. Don't even bother to track me down. You'll obviously fail. Until next time, Batgirl.

The One and Only,

Riddler

I rolled my eyes. That pompous asshole. He actually thought he would figure out our identity. I laughed at the thought. I knew I'd have to fight him again. I never liked Riddles. So I certainly did not like the Riddler. The next letter….was just a little terrifying. It was a birthday card. The outside was a picture of a cupcake.

Dear Batgirl,

I remember you telling me your birthday was coming up. So I thought it'd be nice to send you a birthday card. Wishing you a wonderful birthday. I hope you start to spend more time with your parents. I ended up killing mine. Hopefully you don't kill yours. Do you go home to parents who love you? A mother? A father? Or do they just not care? Is that why you hide under that mask and try to make the world a better place? I hope to see you again soon.

Sincerely,

Julian Gregory Day

Calendar man. Calendar man sent me a birthday card. That man gave me chills. If he ever found out who I was… Okay, moving on. Let's not think about that. The next letter wasn't really a letter. It was a more of a package. There was something inside. It was…..my hair dye? I looked it over and smiled. It sure was! A small note fell out.

Batgirl,

I promised you I would take care of this and I have kept my word. I have left it at the police station so that you could use it in the future. You'll be needing it. I would also like to inform you that I'm sorry for your father's passing. You and the clown were never close, but I'm sure that his death has affected you. Hopefully you can move past this and find your happily ever after. As I think about our last discussion I am starting to think you are right. Maybe fairytales do exist. I am getting close to finding Nora's cure. And I'll be sure to let Nora know about your pirouettes. Take care.

Regards,

Victor Fries

P.s. Your secret is safe with me.

I smiled. He really was a great guy. I just wish he would find Nora's cure soon. Then he wouldn't have to be so…..evil. He could start a family. And live that life he always dreamed of. One day he will. I just know it. I held the hair dye closely as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. It was a birthday to remember all right. As I got into bed, I could only think about the events in my life that transpire. How I went from my quiet little house with Dr. Gibson to a giant mansion with Bruce Wayne. I used to admire Batgirl's strength and cunning. Now she was my best friend.

Life sure was funny sometimes.

(Hey guys! So I just wanted to say, I'm planning on writing a sequel to this! I have an idea in mind. It's going to be fun to write my own original plot for this Batman universe. But it's also a daunting task. How am I going to write something that's even remotely close to the video games? I mean, those are amazing! Also, I don't want to make this "series" too cheesy. Hopefully I'll pull something off. So be on the look out for it. I haven't figured out a tittle yet, but you'll know it when you see it. I can assure you that this epilogue will play a role in the sequel. Well, I hoped you enjoyed this story as I much as I did writing it! Happy reading!)