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Batman Before	By : Jessy8 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman Beyond Views: 8886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Beyond, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Batman Before
- 2-ch 2
- 3-chapter 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-chapter 5
- 6-chapter 6
- 7-chapter 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch9
- 10-ch 10
- 11-ch 11
- 12-Chapter 12
- 13-Chapter 13
- 14-Chapter 14
- 15-Final
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Batman Before
By Wildfire
Chapter Ten
      Dick staying at the manor proved to make it more difficult for Terry to sneak down below. Nevertheless, Terry was only too happy for Dick to be there. They were practically inseparable. There was no more kissing -- not since the last time -- but that didn’t matter since they had become friends.
      Terry had never had a friend like this. Max was a great pal, but having a best friend that was a guy and understood guy stuff was great. They spent almost every day and all day just goofing off. Tim would tag along when he could, but it was often that Dick and Terry would find a way to escape the younger boy’s constant chattering and neediness. Don’t get them wrong -- they loved the kid -- but it was just so much more fun when they didn’t have to worry about the third leg.
      Terry had made it down to the bat cave once since Dick started staying with them a month ago. It was actually Tim he had talked to, giving him tips on how to ditch people. Terry had enjoyed the older man’s attention; he seemed much more lively than the last time he had seen him.
      He had started home schooling just last week with Alfred. It wasn’t that bad and it was nice because Alfred would tell when he was getting frustrated and when to take a break. They would usually have lunch in their break and Terry would cook. Dick would then come in and give his two cents before Alfred would chase him out.
      He would go out as Batman a bit more now, causing the newspapers to go insane over the apparent doppelganger. Bruce was getting highly agitated, and Terry was starting worry that he catching onto the fact he was the new Bat.
      Barbara still seemed to be acting the slightly snobbish know-it-all. He knew she wasn’t normally like that, and he also knew she could figure things out almost as well as Bruce could. In some ways, she was dangerous just because she was so different from the Barbara he knew. And while Bruce seemed friendly, he definitely showed his harder, moodier self more often.
      Today, Terry lay on his bed while petting his cat. He hadn’t seen the black cat in a while, so he was glad to see him now. He had decided to name him Irvine, having gotten the name off of one of Tim’s shows. Irvine definitely had become glued to Terry’s side, seeing as how he followed him everywhere. Tim and Dick then decided to rename the cat T-shadow. Terry ignored it, saying it was the dumbest name he had ever heard and no cat of his was being named T-shadow. The feline was almost fully-grown now, though it still acted very much like a kitten.
*&*&
      “Terry, you done with lessons yet? I told Tawny we’d be by in ten minutes,” Dick called from outside the library.
      Terry looked up hopefully at Alfred. “Alright, Master Terry. But no cutting out early tomorrow, and I expect that homework to be done!”
      “Yeah, sure thing. Thanks, Alfred!” Terry stood quickly and bolted from the library. “I’m ready.”
      Dick smiled. “’Bout time. Come on.”
      “Dick, do we have to go back to that club?” Terry asked. Dick had decided to take Terry back to the club they had gone to almost five months ago.
      “Yes. You can’t let those asses know they intimidated you. Plus, I promise I won’t leave you this time.”
      Terry gave him a dark look. “You better not. If I wake up hurling into a trashcan again, there’s going to be hell to pay.”
      “You’re lucky that’s all that happened.”
      “Yeah, so are those thugs. Me having a drug in my system wasn’t enough proof to nail them with?”
      Dick sighed. “No, but it can be used against them if we ever manage to get ’em for something.”
      Terry suddenly smiled. “Dick, what if we did get them for something?”
      “What do you mean?”
      “I mean bait. You could storm in, I could storm in after you and rant and rave; see if they try for me again.”
      “No! Besides the fact that I doubt he’d try for you again, it’s far too dangerous. If something were to go wrong, it could very well kill you.”
      “We could alert the bouncers ahead of time. Tell them not to let me out unless I’m with you.”
      “I doubt they’d go through the bouncer again, not with your history. And even if they did, a bouncer can still make a mistake and it just takes one of those goons to seriously fuck with your life -- something I’m not willing to do.”
      “But if they did go after me, and we did catch them, it would save so many other young people the pain of being caught by them. Isn’t that worth it?”
      Dick sighed and rubbed his forehead. “No, not at the chance of you getting hurt. Get on the bike.”
      “Can I drive?”
      “No.”
      Terry sighed. He hated being in back, behind Dick. He was also slightly worried he’d have a more personal problem this time if he were going to be seated behind Dick again.
      He got on behind the black-haired man and slipped on his helmet. Dick looked back at him, giving him an evil smile before speeding off. Terry barely had enough time to grab hold before they were going over some fifty miles per hour. They speed down the mountain and into town, stopping at Tawny’s shop. Terry got off with Dick steadying him a bit, since he seemed to have gotten jelly legs.
      They entered through the double-doors, peering around.
      “There you two are....” Tawny smiled, pulling Terry away from Dick. “Ever since the last time I saw you, I’ve been trying to think of the perfect look for you, and I finally got it!”
      She looked at Dick. “I found you three or four outfits. They’re in dressing room marked twenty-three. Go try them on, tell me which on you like most, and I’ll see to that one. But I need to get this boy ready.” She pulled Terry away once again.
      Terry looked back at Dick with a pleading look, who simply smiled and waved him off; he then headed for the fitting room to look over the different outfits. Leather pants again? She kept trying to force him to wear those…! He sighed, figuring he might as well try them on.
      He grunted and pushed as he forced on the tight pants. When he finally got in them, though, he was pleasantly surprised. They were low riders that showed off his V and hipbones, they sculpted his ass into the perfect bubble, and outlined his muscles. He smiled. Well, maybe leather wasn’t that bad.
      He then began looking over the tops, picking out a plain white wife-beater. He slipped it on but it was about two sizes too small, so it stretched the fabric, making it thin and see-through. His nipples were visible through the now-thin fabric and his washboard stomach stood out strong. He smiled; this would do.
      He headed back out to wait at the counter for Tawny to bring back Terry, remaining there for a good half hour before starting to get antsy. What was taking them so long? After another ten minutes of waiting, Tawny finally came out. She looked a bit more miffed than when she had gone in, but she did look pretty satisfied with herself.
      Terry followed her, and Dick literally stopped breathing. If Terry had looked like a god the first time Tawny had done him up, he must be the devil himself now. Terry’s outfit was hot. He wore pants that were even lower than his, and were tight enough to make out almost everything. His shirt only came to mid-stomach, showing off half of his muscular abdomen and belly button, plus his own V. The shirt was streaked red and had slashes in it, allowing what was somewhat covered by the shirt to be seen.
      He noticed he was taller as well, now equaling his height. He looked down to see black buckled boots. Dick forced himself to breath as he looked to Terry’s face. It seemed like Tawny had given him a haircut and his hair was now spiked, except for two strands than fell lightly just beside his eyes. His eyes had eyeliner that made him look dark and almost mysterious.
      He should have, for all purposes, looked dark and unforgiving -- mean, maybe, but instead he looked naïve, like one of those girls who were just unbelievably gorgeous and had no idea, and so it ended up getting them into quite a bit of trouble. His lips, he noticed, looked shinier than normal. He wondered if--
      “Well?!” Tawny taped her foot. “What do you think?” Her arms were crossed while she glared at Dick for not commenting on her work, though her eyes traveled up and down Dick’s own body to inspect his outfit.
      Dick watched as Terry’s face went red, making him look more innocent. He certainly hoped he didn’t do that at the bar or he probably would get taken advantage of. “I think you made him way too hot....”
      She smiled victoriously. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
      “It could be that he doesn’t know how to use it.”
      Terry blinks. “Use it? Use what?”
      “See?”
      Tawny tsks. “Hmm. Okay, Terry, pretend I’m some macho guy.” She ruffles up her hair and un-tucks her shirt. “Hey, you...” she says in a low, bass voice.
      Terry gives her an odd look. “Um, hey?”
      “Wanna dance? I’ll spin you places you’ve never been before....”
      Terry’s eyes widen. “Um, okay.”
      Dick and Tawny both sigh. She looks at Dick. “Don’t leave him alone,” she says in her normal voice.
      Dick sighed again, says, “Got it,” and grabs Terry. “Put it on Bruce’s bill!” he hollers back as they leave the store. He looked to Terry once they were outside. “Don’t leave my side.” Terry blinked and got on the bike, wrapping his arms around Dick, and they sped off.
*&*&
      They arrived at the bar in record time, and Dick helped Terry off the bike. “Remember, don’t leave my side.”
      Terry sighed. Why was he beginning to feel like this could be a bad idea?
      The bar was just how he remembered it with its dark with loud music. How it was a bar and not a club, he didn’t know, but whatever. His eyes then landed on a familiar threesome, who were all looking right back at him. Corry smiled and winked at him, so Terry couldn’t help but unconsciously move closer to Dick.
      He was led up to the bar, where Dick ordered them both a rum and coke. “Drink it slowly!” Dick yelled to him over the pounding music. “And don’t put it down!”
      Terry nodded and sipped at the drink, though his eyes widened slightly at the strong taste. Dick smiled at him, turning to talk to the bartender while remembering to constantly keep one hand on Terry to make sure he didn’t wander off.
      Terry sighed. He’d been to clubs before -- hell, when Dana and him were dating, they were always at the juice bar. He loved to dance, yet this place was different. People weren’t really dancing; they were all packed together and moving against one another. He wasn’t sure how that was dancing.
      His eyes then drifted back over to the three. Corry was still there and staring, but one of his goons was gone. That unsettled him a bit, so he looked over to the bar, but saw no trace of him.
      “Terry?”
      A light shake brought him away from his thoughts as he turned to Dick with a smile. “Can we dance?”
      Dick blinked and shrugged. “Sure. Finish your drink.”
      Terry downs it and Dick smiled as he started coughing, so the bartender handed him a small glass of water.
      “Thanks.” He drank it and cleared his throat. “Ready?”
      Dick smiled and downed his drink as well -- without coughing -- and leads Terry to the small dance floor, gently pulling him close. “You know how to dance?” he asked into Terry’s ear.
      “Not this kind of dancing,” he admits.
      “Just move with me.”
      Terry felt a hand on his lower back, as he was pulled even closer to the crime fighter. Their bodies moved like one; a leg was between his legs and he likewise had a leg between Dick’s. He didn’t notice anymore how close they were to everyone else, or the fact that Corry was still staring. In fact, he didn’t even really notice Dick, just the movements and the music. The feel of the beat through his body. A hand gently rubbing the base of his neck. The feel of lips on his. It was all entrancing. A tongue penetrated his mouth and he pushed closer to the warm body, his arms tightening around the other man’s neck. The song ended, the dance ended, and the kiss ended. He stared at Dick, smiling.
      “Thanks for the dance,” Dick said with a smile, leading Terry back to the bar.
      The bartender handed them both waters. Terry was grateful, since he was so out of breath. “That was quite the show you two put on. The girls all want to kill the kid here and all the boys want to kill you,” he tells Dick with a laugh. Dick just smiled, pulling the younger boy closer. “So this mean you’re off the market?”
      Terry blinked. It wouldn’t be fair to Dick to say yes, since he’d be leaving soon. Or at least he hoped he would be, anyway. Before Dick could say anything, he spoke up. “No, he’s still on the market. I’m only here for a short time.” Terry pulled away from Dick. “Could I have a…?”
      “How about a whiskey sour?” the bartender interrupts.
      “Um, sure.” Terry fidgets slightly.
      Dick pulled him close again. “Tell everyone I’m off the market.” He nuzzles Terry’s neck. The bartender nodded, heading off to make Terry his drink. “Terry, I know you’ll be leaving. It doesn’t change that while you’re here, I want to be with you.” He kisses Terry’s cheek.
      Terry smiled a bit. “It’s not really fair to you.”
      “Life’s not fair, Terry. All we can do is keep trying to move forward.” Dick wrapped his arm tighter around the boy.
      Terry leans into him. “I don’t know if I can. It’s hard enough to think of leaving now.”
      “So don’t. Why do you have to?”
      “It’s complicated, but I’ll have to leave.”
      “Why can’t you come and visit or write or something?”
      “Because....”
      “Will I ever see you again?”
      “Probably, but you won’t remember me.” A slightly sad smile comes to his lips.
      Dick blinked. “I’ll always remember you. Even if you leave me and I never see you again, I’ll always remember you.”
      Terry smiled. Sipping his drink, he found that he likes this one much more. He stayed near Dick for the rest of the night, completely forgetting Corry and his annoying staring habits.
*&*&
      Christmas was quickly approaching and Terry found himself penniless to buy anyone any gifts. He slipped into the kitchen when he saw Bruce go in. “Mr. Wayne?”
      Bruce looked up. “Call me, Bruce. I’ve told you that before.”
      Terry nodded; he would never get used to that. “Um, Bruce, I was wondering if… there was anything I could do…?”
      Bruce shook his head. “No, you’re fine. Nothing needs to be done.”
      “Well, do you know someone who needs something done?” He fidgets.
      Bruce smiled. “Do you need money? Like for Christmas?”
      Terry nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
      “You do most of the cooking here. I can give you some money for that.” Bruce began pulling out his wallet.
      Terry shook his head. “No. I want to really earn it.”
      Bruce smiled. “I believe cooking for me is earning it. However, my pool man has gone to see his family for the holidays. Would you like to take over his work? It’s a heated pool so I can use it all winter, and it’s in need of a good cleaning. I could give you thirty dollars for that.”
      Terry nodded, unsure if that was a lot of money here; he was used to it all being on cash cards. Truth be told, he had never even used paper money. He remembered his mom using it once when he was really little, but that was it. He had, however, been grabbing the copper coins; if he remembered right, it was called a penny. That had become useless way before he had been born. They were pretty cool, though he wasn’t sure if he could buy anything with them. He was finding them everywhere, especially in parking lots. He had a few small silver ones and some larger silver ones as well. He couldn’t remember the different names of the silver ones; he had three different kinds so far.
      “What do I need to do?”
      Bruce smiled. “Alfred can show you what you need to do. So are you making breakfast today?”
      Terry nodded. “Yeah, I’m making some omelets.” He rolled up his sleeves. “Anything special you want in yours?”
      “Red peppers.” Bruce took his coffee and began heading out. “Call me when it’s ready?”
      Terry nods. “Sure thing.”
      “Oh, Terry, I’ve been meaning to ask you a while back. You called me ‘old man.’ Why?”
      Terry bit his lip to keep from smirking. He sobered up and looked back. “You are older than me....”
      Bruce nodded. “I am, but an old man?”
      “Well, what are you, late-forties? That’s old to me....” He turned back to his omelets, greatly amused at how Bruce was acting on this. Bruce nodded and heads out, though a slight frown could be seen on his face.
      Terry chuckled softly to himself. Who would have thought the old man had once been vain? God, if he ever did get home, he’d have to give Bruce such a hard time on all of these things.
      A sleepy Tim stumbled into the kitchen. “Mornin’.”
      Terry smiled at him. “Ham-and-cheese omelet?”
      Tim nodded, plopping down in a chair. “How can you be so perky? I heard you and Dick up all night laughing -- loudly! I didn’t sleep a wink.”
      “Oh, jeez, Tim. Why didn’t you come tell us you could hear us? We would have been quieter.”
      Tim looked up, glaring slightly. “Because anytime I come even slightly close to you two when you’re together, you run like cats being chased by a pit bull. I’m not stupid. All you had to do was say I’m annoying you guys.”
      Terry sighed, flipping the omelet. “It’s not like that, Tim. We just....” He really had no excuse to how they were acting. They were treating him horribly, and what was worse was that it had slightly become a game. How fast can they ditch the kid?
      “We were being assholes. We got caught up in our own agenda and didn’t even stop to think of others. Not just you, but we’ve been horrible to everyone in the house. I’m sorry.” He sets the omelet down in front of Tim and goes to start on Bruce’s.
      Tim starts eating. “It’s okay. Just don’t stay up laughing all night again. What were you two doing, anyway?”
      Terry was amazed at how fast Tim got over the fact they had been ditching him. Matt would have been complaining for weeks! Though Matt was quite a bit younger than Tim, too. Still, he had expected more from the young boy than a simple ‘It’s okay.’ “We were playing games. Monopoly, mostly.”
      Tim nodded. “Terry?”
      “Hmm?”
      “Are you in love with Dick?”
A/N: And for all those who need to know what 50 miles per hour is in kilometers per hour, it’s about 80½.
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