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Chapter 20 - The End

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A/n: I'm not giving a translation for this, just now I did a lot of research to find a real-ish spell. Enjoy!

"Oh how your kingdom will fall... When you find that your discarded pawn was the queen all along" {Erin Van Vuren}

"Is everyone ready?" Lex asked through the com, handling technical support along with Alfred from Lex Corp.

The original team- travelling via the bio-ship- share a nervous, but overall ready look. Nightwing answered for everyone, "We're ready."

"Ready," Batman reported for the league, who was travelling through their own methods to London.

"I'm ready to die again!" Jason stated, all too cheerfully for the Outcasts who were given the Batjet, "Oh there's a radio! Hey Roy, see if this thing has bluetooth!"

"Don't touch the radio Jason. I don't need to 'Songs to Kill to' playlist stuck on repeat again."

"I'd love to hear that playlist, Mistah Todd," Harley giggled, "Lucy has a choir concert on the third and I'd like to make it there. So, let's save the world and be heroes!"

"Let's go kick some demon ass," I added with a smirk. The final fight, what I'd known was coming for years- at least on a subconscious level. Destiny was murky water for me to tread in, but something deep within me told me that leading the heroes into battle against my father was destiny.

Nightwing pulled up CCTV footage of London's streets. Everything was normal, almost boring. Londoners were going about their daily lives without the knowledge that their precious city was about to be attacked.

"You're sure it's today?" Artemis observed the footage in distaste.

"Yeah, Klarion is more predictable than he likes to think-"

The sudden screaming of the Londoners cut me off. Returning my attention to the screen, I almost grinned when I realized how right I was.

It seemed as though a castle- fortress, was a better descriptor- was rising from the ground at the heart of the famed city. It was old and Victorian, reminiscent of ancient churches they would show in moves to add a creepy ambience.

"We're going in."

We could see the league landing in front of the newly arrived fortress. Klarion popped up in front of them, cackling madly.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," Klarion grinned at the frightened civilians, "This is it, isn't it? I can feel every ounce of power from every frightened, pathetic little human. It's enough power to deal with you, no doubt. I hope you're ready. The odds aren't in your favor."

Klarion giggled at his little pop culture reference. He snapped his fingers, and the league disappeared, just like that. Klarion snapped his head to face the camera, causing all of us to jump in shock. The footage glitched, and when the image returned, Klarion was right in front of the lens.

"Come and get me. I'm waiting."

Static.

"Klarion always had a flare for the dramatic," Harley sighed, "What do we do now, Darlin'?"

"We fight."

Two simple words prompted the young heroes - and older, former villains- to land their vessels on the now empty streets. There was no point in hiding them in alleyways. Klarion knew they were coming. The three teams exited, meeting each other in the middle. The tension in the air was obvious and thick, ready to be cut through with the first strike.

The pavement beneath our group shook and cracked. What looked to be tar rose from said cracks, morphing together to creature looming monsters that blocked out the sun. More shadows meant more power, I wasn't worried about the lack of light.

"KF, Ivy, Harley, Artemis, and Nightwing, you're with me. Everyone else, I trust you can handle them."

Everyone but the six I ordered to come with me leapt into action, holding them back so our smaller group could sneak past them and gain entrance to Klarion's not-so-secret hideout.

"Butio," I clenched my fist.

Flying off their hinges, the thick doors were no longer a problem. Pieces of wood and stone flew past us from the force of the blast, small particles irritating our skin.

"I thought it'd be harder to get in," Wally quipped.

"He knows we're here, he wants us to get to him."

Strutting into the building, I made sure that all I exuded was confidence. I wasn't going to have any cracks in my armor that Klarion could slither through. But underneath the armor was all of my doubts. Killing again, killing again. It was fine though, right? Klarion was evil, horrible, the embodiment of chaos; killing him would bring more peace to the world.

"How have you been (Y/n)?" Klarion asked, sitting on a throne.

Around him were objects from several heroes. Batman's cowl, the S from Superman's uniform, Wonder Woman's tiara, Green Arrow's hat, the Flash's lightning bolt. He was sitting on a throne made of heroes symbols.

"(Y/n)," Artemis said quietly, her voice shaking with uncertainty.

"They aren't real," I assured.

"Sure they are," Klarion stood up, snapping his fingers, candles were lit all around the room, shining even more light on the morbid show of power from Klarion, "You think I would keep the heroes alive?"

"You like to be entertained. What better way than to put them through you very own Hunger Games," I smirked certainly, "You said it yourself, the odds aren't in their favor."

"Such a smart girl," Klarion turned to Wally, "You know how to pick 'em kid. I'll tell ya. Both of you are scared of the same things without even realizing. Losing love. Well, let me tell you that your fear is about to come true."

"That was your fear too wasn't it?" I cut in, redirecting the conversation, "Well, not losing love, but loving in general. I know people deal with fear differently, but you went ahead and killed your fear off. The woman you loved, the woman who loved you. The woman you saved from getting wet in the rain. How's that for fear?"

"Who told you that?" Klarion asked venomously, spitting out the words.

"Why don't you ask her yourself? Hermanubis, keeper of The gate, Lord of the road between life and death, I call upon you. A follower of the ancient ways calls out to you. Open the gate between the Realm of the Living and the Realm of the Dead, for I would speak with my mother!"

"Klarion," a gentle voice reverberated off the stone walls. It was a quick response to my spell, and for that, I was grateful.

"Jess," Klarion mumbled, his eyes widening, "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to talk some sense into you," Jess said, beginning the script we worked out together, "No one ever stays dead do they? (Y/n) tracked me down, she teleported me here."

While Klarion was distracted, I held out my hand. Nightwing tossed me a flask, the contents sloshing around inside. I prayed that I could use the candles in the room for more than one spell in a single lighting.

"I'm sorry," Klarion began to reach out for his wife, "I had to do it. I didn't want to. You were changing me. I didn't need that I would have been weak."

"I know, I know. I forgive you. Of course I forgive you."

His hands went straight through her, her form flickering. Klarion's eyes darkened, and he looked up at my mother, betrayed.

"Liar!" Klarion whipped around to me, spotting the flask in my hand, "Don't you dare you brat!"

"Distract him!"

The team ran towards Klarion once again, giving a feeble attempt to distract him from his war path. My mother was gone in the blink of an eye, her time up and her job done. She couldn't do anything more by staying.

"A te daemonium facti sunt," Ibegan after taking a sip from the flask.

"Get out of the way," Klarion waved his hands, and the team was pushed against the wall, struggling to move.

"Et Humanum manebo," I continued. I swiped my hand up, the shadows moving out from behind the candles and thrashing out towards Klarion. He was momentarily stopped, his fluctuating emotions weakening his focus. "Ego autem facti invidia Nemesi, et tollet potentiam tuam auferetur."

Klarion screamed, and the shadows dissipated, not even returning to their original positions. They were gone. Waving frantically, a black hand rose from the ground, trapping my arms at my side.

"You can't say anything outside of the spell, so how about I start to kill your friends? If you say stop, I will," Klarion offered, bringing Harley forward first. A candle holder broke off from the wall, the end sharpened to a dangerous point.

Harley's hand traveled to her back pocket slowly, it looked as though she was using all of her power to do so. She pulled out another flask. She uncorked it with her thumb, flinging it upwards. The alcohol inside flew everywhere, some into my open mouth. My father was stupid to think we'd bring only one flask.

"Miscreant!" Klarion screeched, dropping Harley to the ground harshly, giving her the chance to remove her gun from the holster and shoot at him, "Oh come on Quinn, I thought you were smarter than that."

"Just trying to distract you Mr. Chaos!"

True to her word, she had distracted him well. I'd had made it more than halfway through the incantation while Klarion was busy with Harley. Klarion clenched his fist, and I could hear popping from my stomach area. The adrenaline running through my veins lessened the steadily growing pain I felt there. He swung his arm outwards and my body was flung into the wall Wally was on, then I was on the other wall. The pain was nothing compared to the determination I had to finish the spell.

"Chao pertinet ad infernum, ita et vos facite," I coughed out, some blood splattering the floor beneath me.

I fell to the ground; the team falling as well. Klarion's feet touched the ground. He was screaming in pain as he felt the effects of his power leaving him.

"Vestri sit potentia revocandum, nunc mortalis es et non sit fortitudo!"

Klarion screamed again, black smoke coming out of his mouth, nose, and ears. He fell back to the ground, panting and crying. Everyone who wasn't already fighting Klarion, well, everyone but the league, ran into the building.

"All of the monsters just fell," Jason reported, panting heavily along with his other comrades.

He caught sight of Klarion, on the ground, weak. His hand went towards his gun. Holding out a shaking hand, I caught my breath.

"Give it to me."

"Now, now, let's now get crazy," Klarion said nervously.

"You are crazy," I held up the gun, no hesitation. Funny, how much fighting cleared my mind, "I thought we could be happy at one point, y'know that? But I was wrong."

"You'll be just like me one day. I tried to have what you have, it doesn't work," Klarion looked like a cornered, injured animal, "We can't be normal! We always return to the chaos!"

"I'm nothing like you."

I pulled the trigger.

"Batman reporting in, we're leaving the castle now, ready to handle damage. Is it done?"

"It's done," Dick spoke quietly into the com.

There was my closure, simple as that. Everything I wanted was spread out in front of me in Klarion's black blood. I didn't feel better, but I didn't feel worse. Klarion was dead. The goal I had worked toward for so long was complete. But I didn't feel complete per say. I could still feel the hole in my heart where a family should be.

"Good job darlin'," Harley stepped forward. Ivy nodded, grinning.

"We all hated him more than anything," Dick agreed.

"I agree," Alfred said through the comm.

Looking at the people around me, I smiled. Heroes and villains working together in harmony, for a common goal. Heroes and villains, and me. Working to make me happy, the heroes turned the other way while I killed my father, and the villains cheered me along. So different, and so similar.

The hole in my heart felt a whole lot smaller.

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"(Y/n)," Wally stepped forward, "You're bleeding."

(Y/n) looked down at her chest, and he was right. Blood was rapidly spreading across the front and sides of her uniform. It must have been the adrenaline that kept her from feeling the pain of Klarion's vicious attacks. But the fight was over, and the adrenaline was gone, replaced by agony.

"Alfred do a scan," Dick ordered urgently, running forward.

"One gash has penetrated the outer skin layer of the heart, two gashes have hit major arteries, ten others in less urgent places. Two broken ribs, one puncturing the lower portion of the right lung."

"How is she still alive?" M'gann asked, flying over to (Y/n).

"The adrenaline is slowing the pain, some unknown force is slowing the bleeding process." Lex informed, "We have to assume it's due to her Chaos Lord side. But she's more human than anything, and these wounds are fatal in nature."

"He's right, it's my magic," (Y/n) was acutely aware of how broken her body was; the lack of breath, the deep, fast thumping of her heart, beating against her broken ribs — trying to pump blood that the body was losing, "Oh, yeah, ow, ow, ow."

Wally sped forward and caught (Y/n) before she could fall, "What do we do?" He asked, "What do we do?"

Alfred was silent for nearly a minute, everyone taking the time to crowd around (Y/n) and attempt to stop the bleeding, Dick tying spare bandages from his belt around different body parts to stem the bleeding.

"Her injuries are too extensive. We may try to repair her, but I fear it may be too late by the time she arrives back at the Cave."

"I can run her to the hospital!" Wally picked (Y/n) up, frantic.

"Wally," Artemis put a hand on his arm, "I don't know if she'll be able to make the trip."

"We have to try," Wally's voice crackled with emotion, "We can't just give up. Look at what she did for us, she saved all of us, she saved the world."

"Run," Harley's voice was hard, lacking her normal accent. No one expected her of all people to be the one to say that, "You run faster than even Flash has, you hear me West? You save our daughter."

Wally didn't answer, he just disappeared in an orange blur. Everyone on the team looked on with worry. They had to deal with collateral damage, keep themselves busy, before they went to visit (Y/n) and see what happened to her.

~*~

(Y/n) stood in a room of mirrors, each one matching her movements as mirrors should. All except one. Something about it was off, distorted in a nearly unnoticeable way. Taking slow steps, (Y/n) approached the mirror. She observed her counterpart curiously. Placing a finger against the glass, the reflection followed.

The glass cracked and cracked some more. It cracked until there was just an empty space where the mirror used to be. A hand snatched up (Y/n)'s wrist and pulled her forward. Without struggle, she fell into the abyss.

She was Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

"(Y/n), (Y/n)."

(Y/n) snapped up, her breathing erratic and irregular. Glowing red bars kept her from moving more than ten feet either way. It was worse than the padded cells you saw in horror movies. She could sense the power radiating from the bars, something otherworldly was keeping her inside. On top of that, an inhibitor collar kept her from using her powers.

"Klarion," (Y/n) finally took notice of who called her name, crawling backwards- legs failing her.

"You're dying," Klarion sang, maintaining his cross-legged position.

"I can't be dying."

"Oh death is great," Klarion spun around in a circle, "You go to your own little place, whether you've been naughty or nice. This is my place. They sent you here to spend time with me, you belong here too. With the crazies. The people above don't like people like us very much."

"I'm not crazy," (Y/n) laughed in disbelief, "And I'm not like you."

"Everyone's crazy," Klarion giggled, "We're just the 'bad' crazy, the uncontrollable crazy." Klarion leaned in as if he were sharing a secret, "Even the people in charge think we're dangerous."

Klarion leaned back and let out a loud laugh, falling back against the hard floor. Steadying her breathing, (Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, getting cut off immediately.

"Oh, this is going to be great! I'll have someone to spend time with! Another little, little secret. The people in charge won't care what we do to each other here. Maybe they'll give us some tools. I can teach you about everything I did to you."

"I'm not going to die," (Y/n) growled, wiping sweat from her brow, "I can't die."

"BABOOM!" Klarion yelled, jumping up.

(Y/n) gasped and fell back against the padded wall, clutching her chest. It felt as though her heart had broke another one of her ribs. Klarion bent down near (Y/n), his eyes darkening until they were all black, "This is my playground."

"(Y- You need to- (Y/-"

Klarion laughed again, "Don't listen to that. Don't even try, you don't have to try. Just die. Die and let everyone cry. Luthor will cry, and Quinn will cry, and Kid Mouth will cry a river and never get over it! I wrote you a song! Do you want to hear it?"

"(Y/- sweetheart-"

"It's raining, it's pouring, the world will be mourning-"

"(Y/N)!"

(Y/n) snapped up again, and she was in a different area. Everywhere was white, and she didn't know where the room started or ended- or if it even did end.

"There you are," (Y/n) turned around and saw her Mother, "Klarion's bad side is something isn't it? I'm sorry I couldn't assist you more."

"Death is ah calling," Klarion's voice from the padded room sang.

"It sure is," a man fit to be an angel appeared next to (Y/n)'s mother, "But he's controlled now."

The man looked at (Y/n), "Hello (Y/n)."

"Do I know you?"

"I'm Klarion, well, his good side. I know I look a bit different, but that's because I want to separate myself from that demon."

"I'm laughing, I'm flying, my daughter is dying."

"I'm dreaming, right?" (Y/n) looked down at herself, bandages were wrapped around nearly every part of her, and her pain was reduced to a dull throb, "I'm gonna wake up in the cave and everything will be fine after this?"

"I wouldn't call it dreaming, but you aren't conscious either. You've... ascended to another plane," (Y/n)'s mother explained with a smile.

"I have enough power now, to grant a wish," Good-Klarion explained, getting straight to the point, "I'm giving you that wish. So I'll just have you wake up and you can continue-"

"(Y/n), come back!" Bad-Klarion called, his voice echoing around the white emptiness, "I want to do some conditioning! Don't leave me alone here!"

"I don't want to go back," (Y/n) rushed out, "Let me keep dreaming, and let me drift off in the hospital. That way Wally doesn't have to keep worrying about all this, and he can be happy. My 'wish' is for Wally to be happy."

"Wally will be happy," (Y/n)'s mother assured, "And there's only one way to do that."

Bad-Klarion spoke one last time, "See you later (Y/n)! You may escape now, but you can never escape your mind!"

"We'll see you again someday (Y/n), but not today. Unless you summon us of course," Good-Klarion winked, "I grant your wish."