Author's Note: I guess this is it. I decided to do various songs for each of the characters because they're all so different. I will miss you all, and I hope your futures hold great things!

Epilogue
One Year Later

"Here we are, don't turn away now
we are the warriors that built this town."
-Imagine Dragons, Warriors

They were brave, young heroes. Not just that, they were our heroes. That's what was printed in big bold letters across the front page of The Jump City Gazette: Our Brave, Young Heroes Return!

They had just returned from Tokyo, and the Titans East took over for that time. When they returned, they were confused, as the city had changed. Sure, the city had changed in that long year, but the Titans' enthusiasm for fighting crime surely didn't. On a more personal note, soon after they returned, the Titans had received a letter of apology from an anonymous source (even though it was obvious who it was from). The writer was apologizing for his behavior towards the Titans, Robin in particular. They felt a relief, knowing he was safe.

However, the Titans still worried, as four of their friends had disappeared. One of them, though, they worried about more than the rest.

"We were so in phase
in our dance hall days
we were cool on craze."
-Wang Chung, Dance Hall Days

She traveled, trying to get away. She finally found her home in Gotham with a couple of other kids, Krista being one of them. They were happy to see one another, as the last time was in the hospital in Los Angeles. The other girl seemed strange to Rose, as her hair was the color of a candy apple. Her skin was gray, and her eyes were pink. They eventually grew to become close friends, though.

They became a close trio of friends, Rose, Krista, and Jinx. Rose felt as though she was part of a family again. In Gotham, they stayed at Jinx's adoptive father's place. He was pretty interested in Rose when he learned of her parentage, but let her stay nonetheless. Rose found out about the place when she ran into Krista, who was staying with Jinx (they became friends at the correctional facility).

She hopes to become a therapist, to help kids like the people who have helped her when her mother had died. Although her life now is going pretty well, she can't help but think about her older brother, wherever he may be.

"Come out upon the seams
Curse missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
or am I part of the disease?"
-Coldplay, Clocks

He didn't die that day, as many people thought. He lives in Jump City now, watching over his new friends and his brother. Grant doesn't know what he is, a hero or villain. Sometimes he's good, sometimes he's bad. Isn't that how life is, though?

He knows he isn't a bad person, he just sometimes does bad things. Sometimes he steals things, sometimes he'll put it back. He'll help someone up, but he was the person that pushed them down. Being bad is what he was supposed to do, but being good is what he should do. As Red X, he's ran into the Titans a few times, but they didn't realize who he really is. He's a mystery, even to himself. That's his purpose in life, like all of us. To figure out who he is.

He saw him do it, he thought he would make it out in time. He didn't. But she did. The girl was about five years old, maybe six. She obviously didn't know what was going on. Grant saw him go inside the building, and he recognized him. He wore this strange outfit that reminded him of the guy that Robin used to be a sidekick for. Except, he had these glowing red eyes that warned people (Grant in particular) to stay away.

"I'll surrender honestly
you've always done the same for me."
-Phillip Phillips, Gone, Gone, Gone

The day was gloomy, clouds covering most of the sky. Yet, it was still outside. I wanted it to be. There were many people there, even her family. And there she stood, a look of appreciation etched into her.

A girl with her bright blonde hair done in a ballerina bun and dressed in a simple sundress walked up late, with the clothes black as requested. Even if it wasn't, she still would've, as it's common at these things. The girl with the red hair stood and went to talk to her after it was over.

Sorry I came so late, but he-

So, you must be Terra.

The girl with red hair stood a few two inches above the other, and wore a beautiful semi-sweetheart gown. Her hair was done in a side braid.

Isn't your outfit a bit much for a funeral?

Kyd made it, actually. Put it away in case anything would happen to him.

Jinx, I'm so sorry.

They hugged, and exchanged teary-eyed glances around the cemetery.

So, how is he?

I know how much you wanted him to come, Jinx, but I couldn't let him know. He's lost so many people already.

I feel terrible for leaving him, but I feel like I'm better, for staying there.

You were let out?

Yes, thanks to Slade. Word was let out that someone died on their property, and of course the state had to investigate. We were let out on school buses about a week later. The younger kids were sent to orphanages if their parents weren't found, while the older of us just kind of left. The place was shut down, thankfully.

That's amazing.

One of the younger kids lives with me, actually. Her name is Krista, and she lives with Rose and me in Gotham.

I'm glad she's safe. Krista's my sister, actually.

Oh, really? She didn't mention you.

Is she okay? She is blind, you know.

Oh, we know. She's doing well. She goes to this dance studio all the time. She's really funny, too.

Good. So, if you don't mind me asking, how did Kyd die, exactly?

No, no, it's fine. He was walking to Jericho's house, as Billy said. If you didn't know, he grew up in this orphanage, and he didn't get out until about four or five years ago. Anyway, there were a bunch of fire trucks, and I guess he assumed that it was the orphanage, which it was. It was an electrical fire, by the way. No one tried to burn it down. I think that there was a child still inside the building, and he knew her. Her name is Luisa, but he always referred to her as Louie. Long story short, he went in, but only she came back out. The building collapsed before he could use his cape again.

She was here today, wasn't she? Luisa?

Yeah, she was the little African American girl.

We watched as the group of people slowly left, until there was only about a handful of people still here. Luisa is one of them, along with her parents.

The red-headed girl watched as the other left, going back to Joseph. She was happy to talk to her, she needed a new friend. She was about to grab her things and leave, too, before someone tugged at her dress.

Excuse me, are you Victoria?

She turned with anger and curiosity. She had only told Kyd and See-More her real first name. See-More had already left, and Kyd was the reason we were all here. She found not See-More, but a little girl. Luisa.

Yes, but most people call me Jinx. And you must by Luisa, right? How do you know my name?

Elliot told me to tell you that he likes you.

How?

He gave me this note when he saved me. Here.

She held out her hand, giving me a slip of paper. It was obviously from him, as no one else writes as sloppy as he does. After reading it, I put it in my bag, which was on a table next to me.

Thank you. He loves you, too.

He knows that I like Joey, but yes, he does like me.

You like a boy named Joey?

He's the cutest thing I've ever seen!

I laugh, before crouching down to her height. I take the lily from my over-dyed, currently red hair. I then place it in her thick, black, and curly hair.

I liked a boy named Joey, too. I liked him because he was sweet and trusting.

He sounds like my Joey. The other girls in my class don't like him because he wears glasses, though.

You should get back to your parents, Louie. They probably miss you.

I stood up after fixing her hair, and she touched the flower before smiling at me with a smile that lacked her two front teeth. She ran to her parents, showing them the flower.

Bye, Jinx!

Goodbye, Louie.

And goodbye, Kyd.

"When the world's crashing down
when I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
don't you try to stop me."
-Avril Lavigne, Alice

When the lab closed, everyone was really happy. They were excited to go home, be with their families, and be safe. Of course, she was happy, too, but she was also sad. She had no family other than Terra, and she had no clue where she was. She could go to the Titans, but why would they accept her? She's blind after all. She didn't want to go to an orphanage like some of the other kids, she didn't want to be adopted.

Jinx asked her if she wanted to go home with her. She didn't live too far away, and Rose would go, too. Jinx called a taxi, and we were soon at our new home. She thought the guy was a bit creepy, but the woman seemed nice, before she started to talk about her boyfriend. They lived in a warehouse, but it was roomy and there were lots of rooms. The couple had obviously been living there for a while.

Rose and Krista shared a room, which didn't bother either of them. Jinx only had her own room because it's where she grew up. Krista soon began to like what others called a disability. She learned to see with her whole body, rather than with just her eyes. It's true that your other senses become stronger when you lose one.

She started to dance again, making nothing but a form of art. Her favorite type of dance is the ballet, and always has been. She traded in her jumpsuit for a dress colored periwinkle, but kept her goggles. Her boots were replaced by ballet slippers, which matched her black goggles.

Rose did her hair often, most of the time in a bun. She reminded Krista of Terra, but she and Rose spent more time together. She had started a new life, something she had always wanted.

"I'm just a believer
that thinks will get better
some take it or leave it
But I don't want to let it go."
-American Authors, Believer

Terra never left him that day. Like she had said, she would be crazy if she had. She made a terrible choice when Beast Boy had left her, and she thought that Joseph would do the same. She loved him, and they both knew it. She eventually got a part-time job at the bookstore. Joseph often asked her to buy books for him, and that's pretty much why she got the job. That, and they needed food.

On her birthday, he gave her a present, attached with a note. She nearly started to cry after she read it, but blinked the tears away. It was a necklace, purple and black. She never wore it as a necklace, but an anklet. She wouldn't've felt right if she wore it as a necklace, after reading that note.

She hear him at night, playing the piano in the living room. She remembers when they moved it back down there. She sits at the top of the stairs, unseen and unheard. He plays so beautifully, she sometimes hums the tunes in the daytime. She worried about him, hopes that he's okay.

This belonged to a good friend of mine. She was one of the best people I've ever met. I loved her, but she didn't feel the same. She gave me this, and told me to give it to someone that I love. From the moment you stayed with me that day, I knew. And now I know I feel the same. Happy Birthday.

"I'm only a man with a candle to guide me
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me
A monster, a monster
I've turned into a monster
A monster, a monster
And it keeps getting stronger"
-Imagine Dragons, Monster

He wonders what it's like, being out there. He could never, though. After that long year, not once has he left the house. He's afraid too, like he'll just make another mistake. Terra was worried, so she sent in a doctor after a month or so. He seemed confused as he gave the diagnosis: agoraphobia.

Normal kids my age only get it because it's genetic, and neither of my parents had it, nor their parents before them. Jericho got his first panic attack a couple days later, as Terra was on her way to the bookstore. He had called her, which was abnormal for him. Jericho had found an application on the computer that when you typed into it, it said the words back to you. Jericho found this very useful when he's at home by himself or when he wants to say a word that he doesn't know the sign for. He used this to call her, and it startled her at first, with the monotone voice and all.

Joseph? What's wrong?

Can't breathe, going to die. Please help.

She quickly hung up the phone and ran the distance back to the house. She found him under the dining room table, shaking. She didn't know what to do, so she took him to the hospital in the old car in the garage (which still thankfully ran).

When the doctor explained to Terra what happened, it made her start to panic. What if it happens when he's alone again? Is there something he can do? Is there something she could do? The doctor then answered her panicky questions calm and slowly.

They were back home again that night. Jericho was asleep in his room while Terra (attempted to, really) played the piano. She found out what song he was playing that night, and it was a song called "Dies Irae." She researched it, and it was about death and the end of the world. Terra wondered how a song that sounds so beautiful could really be about so much destruction.

He watched from the top of the stairs, as she often did. This time, though, there were no gunshots, just a song. She messed it up so much, but it still sounded beautiful. She was playing a song he had played a long time ago. It was strange how she could've remembered it. Then again, he remembered it for years. The last time he had heard it, it was at church. His family didn't go that often, but they did on Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas Eve. Always at night, though, except for Christmas Eve, that was in the morning.

It was a snowy Christmas, and unbeknownst to the Wilson family, it would be their last Christmas together. The children sat and whispered about what they hoped Santa had brought for them, and their parents listened carefully to Father Charlie's sermon. Joseph stopped and listened when he heard the choir start to sing a song. It was a beautiful song, even though he couldn't understand the words. He tugged at his mother's arm, asking her what the name was. She didn't know.

He continued to sit on the stairs, smiling. She played the song once, then twice, then three times. She got better every time. He looked back on his journey while she played.

He's heard the voices, and had been blown away by a small girl. He's been one of the broken people, the people who knows what it's like beginning together and all alone. He's learned a lot about life, and had a close encounter with death. There have been changes and chances, and a punk's proposition. He thought he had a black heart when he got that car, but learned to trust people's imperfections, too. He got ready, he got set, and he would go. He learned that nothing will be fair, not even fairness itself. He revealed a father's present, and gotten himself into some new challenges. Went into hiding and learned about the stupidest genius, he was willing to do anything. With the witch, he went up against the switch, but there were some unsaid goodbyes along the way. They learned how I'm hurt, and the will and way. He's seen his reflection, and he's been on the borderline.

But he'll never forget, no matter what, that even life after tomorrow couldn't change one thing. Because since the beginning, after all, he's only said one thing. The thing that might've started this whole thing off, but just might.

I am always thinking to myself.

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Goodbye.

Yours truly,

JinxAnnWilson

Mackenzie