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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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- 12
Batman Before
Chapter 11
By Wildfire
      Terry lay on his bed, simply staring at the ceiling. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there, as Tim’s words kept echoing in his head.
B*B
      “Terry, do you love Dick?”
      Terry froze. “No!” He quickly resumed his cooking. He couldn’t… could he? He liked him, sure, but not love.... He didn’t even know Dick that well. He couldn’t love him.
      “That was an awfully quick response. You sure you don’t want to think about it more?”
      “I... I don’t love him. Not like that.... I’m not gay.” He wasn’t! He had a long-term relationship with Dana, for crying out loud! Yet Dick was nothing like Dana. He felt so different with him.
      He flopped the omelets onto a plate. “Tell Bruce his omelet’s there. I’m going to go take a shower.” He hurried out of the room.
B*B
      Terry sighed. He had tried to think of every possible reason for why he was getting so upset, but it all came back to the same reason. He did love Dick… Did that mean he was gay? Well, it had to, right? If you were male and loved another male, then you’re gay -- period. He sighed; it wasn’t like it was a big deal -- not in his time, anyway. In fact, it was pretty common in his time. The world was getting so overpopulated that it started to become okay, and then it just became normal.
      Actually, with the new cloning they had, they could even do same gender pregnancies, but they were limited to only one child, as the world was too overcrowded… or some other shit. Really, they just didn’t want to give them too much power. But no one really frowned on it anymore, no more than someone would over someone else being African or Native American.
      Still, even knowing it was okay… it just didn’t seem right, right? Sure, he loved Dana, and then there was Melody. Sometimes, he even cared about her more than Dana. Plus, he enjoyed kissing both of those girls. But it was so different kissing Dick; he enjoyed that, too. How could one define love like this? He cared about him, but was that the same as love? Certainly not. He cared about Max, but he didn’t love her -- well, not like that, anyway. Though, that would mean he did love her, just not as a lover. Is that how he felt about Dick?
      He groaned, turning over in his bed. He didn’t kiss Max. Dick, he not only kissed, but really enjoyed, and in some ways wanted to do it again.
      Even if he did love Dick, it didn’t mean anything; he had to go home. This timeline was going to fall. He had to go home. He closed his eyes as he thought of his mother and what she must have felt when they announced he was dead. Matt had to be crushed. He had to get home; he had to fix this confusion.
      A knock came on his door, so he sat up. “Come in.”
      Dick slipped into the room. “Terry, you okay? Tim said you left quickly after he asked you something. He wouldn’t say what he asked, though. What’s wrong? Did he trigger something from your past?” Dick sat down on the bed, looking down at the younger boy.
      “Yeah, I just got tired. I’m kinda homesick.”
      Dick frowned. “You want to go home?”
      “I dunno… yeah. I just wish I didn’t have to leave here. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I can’t go home yet. I’m stuck here for now.”
      “Why? Is your family in some kind of trouble? Are you in hiding?”
      Terry could tell Dick was studying him for any clues. Dick was good, though he wondered if he was even half as good as Bruce. He was also slightly curious if Bruce had caught onto who he was. Knowing Bruce, if he didn’t know for sure, he’s definitely got a good hunch.
      “No, I’m not in hiding, and they shouldn’t be in any trouble. Someone’s watching them just in case, though. I just have no way to get home.”
      “Terry, you should have told us this.” He smiled. “Bruce has a private jet; we can fly you anywhere you want.”
      Terry shook his head. “A jet can’t get me there. Nothing here can get me there.”
      “Terry, where are you from? Why can’t a jet reach it?” Worry laced through Dick’s voice. His face was set firm, almost looking like he was glaring.
      “It’s hard to explain, and I really couldn’t explain it to you, anyway.”
      “Why?” Dick’s voice no longer held sympathy, just anger. His eyes were narrowed, lips pressed tightly together. “Why can’t you put just an ounce of trust in us? I’m getting real tired of this ‘mysterious past’ shit! Just tell the truth! You’ve been here almost six months now! Can’t you trust us, even a little?!”
      Terry looked out of the window. “Why should I? Do you trust me? Is there a reason why every time I turn the corner someone’s just there, usually Alfred? Or the side looks you guys give each other? You don’t trust me, so why should I trust you?”
      “Terry, we’re worried about you! You obviously had something big happen to you, and yet you won’t talk to anyone about it. And you flat-out refuse to get involved in anything outside of this house.”
      “Get out!”
      “Terry....”
      “Out!” Terry turned his back to him, staring out the window instead. The wind was blowing, knocking a tree branch into the window and making a banging noise. He listened as Dick stood up, the bed moving back to normal without the extra weight, then door closed with a soft click.
      Terry bit his bottom lip, fists clenched. No, he did not love Dick Grayson!
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      Music blared through the clubhouse, while Dick stood next to Terry. Since the fight in Terry’s room, they hadn’t talked much. Alfred had convinced them both they should get out and talk, so here they stood.
      Both men tried to ignore the other, trying not to notice how hot the other one looked.
      Both sets of eyes move to Corey’s table. The man was there. God, was he always there? Corey had spotted them as well, his eyes narrow with pure hate shinning through them.
      Terry moved slightly closer to Dick, just as Dick put a protective arm around Terry’s waist. Terry blinked and looked down at the hand, and moved away. “I don’t need your protection.” He headed for the bar.
      Dick groaned and followed, though he kept an eye on Corey and his goons. The man was certainly up to something. No doubt he already had a target, hence why he was now angry that they had shown up. Dick’s eyes moved across the room, but who was the target? His eyes landed on a younger boy, who was taking shots at the bar. That must have been him. He looks to Corey again. The man looked more upset that Dick had noticed the boy as well. Yeah, it was definitely that boy. Well, screw that.
      He walked over to the kid. “Hey....”
      The boy looked up mid-shot and smiled. “I’m not…” a giggle interrupted his sentence, “gay.”
      “Oh, well, that’s good. I’m no gay as well. However, I am a cop.”
      The boy frowned. “I’m old enough.... I just turned twenty... one!”
      Dick smiled. “I’m sure you have, hence why I want to buy you a drink. Do you have any buddies that want a drink as well?”
      “No!” He giggled. “I have friends.... They’re dannncing! Somewhere....” He turned to look onto the dance floor, and nearly fell off of the stool, but Dick caught him.
      “Well, we can stay here, then, until they get back. What do you want?”
      “Whiskey!”
      “Straight whiskey?”
      “Duh!”
      Dick nodded and waved the bartender over. “Whiskey for my drunk friend here, and I’ll have a water in a shot glass.” He gave the bartender a wink and turned his attention back to the boy. “So is today your birthday?”
      “Yesterrrday!” The boy hiccupped again.
      “What’s your name, kid?”
      “Bobby. You?”
      “Dick.” He smiled as the bartender delivered the drinks. He grabbed the whiskey, leaving the water to the kid.
      Bobby does the shot of water quickly. “That whisky?”
      “That’s what you asked for, right?”
      “Duh!”
      “Then why wouldn’t it be?” Dick smiled, turning to the bartender. “He can have as many shots of those as he wants.” He smirked with a wink. “On me.”
      The bartender smiled and nodded. “I’ll start a tab.”
      “Gee, thanks, man! I had been running low on money! I’ll take three more!”
      Dick stood up. Moving off to the side, he leaned over the bar. “Corey has his eye on him, so keep an eye on him too, would you?”
      The bartender nodded. “Sure. You and the kid fighting?”
      “He’s just being an idiot. He thinks since we keep a close eye on him, it means we don’t trust him and says he won’t trust us until we trust him.”
      “So why not trust him?”
      “It’s complicated. Anyway, keep an eye on the boy?”
      “Sure, but I don’t think Corey’s in the mood for him anymore.” The bartender was casual. His left eyelid drooped slightly and he had a crooked smile, but he was the best of the best.
      “What do you mean?”
      The bartender nodded his head to where Corey and his goons had been sitting. Only… they weren’t there anymore. Dick quickly looked around and spotted them. They were in a semicircle around a barstool where Terry sat, glaring into his drink. Dick immediately moved toward them, just missing the bartender yelling something about revenge and giving a hearty laugh.
      Once Dick was closer, he could see that Corey had a knife out and was causally fiddling with it, but it was no less intimidating. Terry’s back was stiff. His eyes looked as if they stayed on Corey, but Dick could tell they flickered between the knife and the goons.
      “Can I help you, boys?” Dick moved into the semicircle, breaking it up. “Now, if you’ll please excuse us, we need to dance.” He took Terry’s hands, pulling him up and away.
      Corey’s eyes narrowed as anger surged through him. He wanted to make him pay, he wanted to make him hurt, yet even he didn’t dare hurt a cop. But this kid was a different story. He grabbed Terry’s arm and twisted it back and up as hard as he could, until he got the satisfying crack and slight scream from the boy. He smiled just before a fist connected with his nose. He was surprised it was the boy that hit him, though Dick was right after him as he felt the heavy weight of the cop and the fist hitting him over and over. The weight was ripped off as he looked up, seeing a struggling cop in the bouncers’ grip.
      Terry stood a ways back, holding his wrist closely to his body. It was already turning black and blue and swelling up; it looked like it was still slightly twisted.
      Dick pushed the bouncers off of him and went to Terry, gently taking hold if the arm. “It’s broken.”
      “No shit.”
      Dick gave him a nasty look. “Do you want a ride to the hospital?” Even though his voice was firm, the grip on his arm remained gentle. “Let’s go.” He put a hand on the small of Terry’s back, leading him to the exit. As he passed the bouncers, he stops for a second. “If you call the cops, let them know I’ll be at the hospital if they want to question me.” A bouncer nodded and stepped forward to haul Corey up.
      Dick led Terry out of the bar and to the motorcycle. “Do you need to ride up front to make sure you don’t fall off?”
      Terry looked at him. “My pride says no… but my arm says differently.”
      Dick smiled and led Terry to the bike, helping him onto the front and sliding in behind him. “You’ll need to sit forward so I can reach the bars. If you start feeling like your going to fall off, yell loudly.”
      Terry nodded, keeping his arm tucked close to his body.
      Dick revved up the engine and sped off, keeping a close eye onto Terry to make sure he stayed steady. Terry’s body was slouched forward, and Dick wanted to kick himself for allowing all of this to happen. He was supposed to protect the kid, not put him into more danger.
      He drove to the hospital in an almost trance. He parked the motorcycle and helped Terry off, keeping a firm grip on him as he lead him inside.
      “I’m sorry I’ve been such a jerk,” Terry said, eyes downcast and body slouching as they entered the hospital. The doors made a slight woosh noise as they slid open for them.
      Dick led Terry to a chair, setting him down before moving to the front desk. “We have a broken arm. He’s hurting pretty bad. We need to see someone right away.”
      “What’s his name and age?”
      “Terrence McGinnis, 17.”
      “Are you his legal guardian?”
      “Not exactly. Right now, he’s under Bruce Wayne’s care.”
      “The Bruce Wayne?”
      “No, the other one!” Dick snapped. “Here’s his number, so just call him if you need him here.” He handed the lady a card and moved back to Terry.
      Terry looked at him. “It’s just a broken arm....”
      “It shouldn’t have happened. Why didn’t you stay by me? Or call me when they came close to you?”
      Terry gave him a dark look. “I was doing just fine, until you came barging in and pissed him off!”
      Terry looked away from the man and around the very white waiting room. On every wall was some calming, nice picture. In both corners of the hall, there was a pop machine and by the door was a drinking fountain. The seats had this cheap leathery material, but no backs. The lady at the desk was talking to a candy striper. Three other groups of people were waiting, and one was of a little girl. Her face was pale as she was wrapped in a warm blanket. She sat on who he assumed was her mother’s lap she stared at Terry, her deep red hair framing her small face.
      “I’m sorry.... I should have stopped it.”
      Terry turned his attention back to Dick. “You should be sorry, but not for that! You know I’m a guy, too -- I can handle myself! I know how to fight. I’m not some damsel you need to rescue.”
      Dick looked slightly ashamed. “You’re still so young, Terry; you have so many things in life you still need to see. And while you should be enjoying this time and going crazy, you always seem to be weighed down by constant worries and fears. It’s like there’s this burden over your head you just can’t let go. At first, I thought it was your family, but you seem to really love them and want to go home to them. So if it’s not them… I just don’t know. Don’t take this the wrong way, Terry, but you’re just not a normal teenager.”
      Terry smiled slightly. If only he knew.... “What is normal, anyway? Being a pompous jackass? Taking about my awesome car and hot babes? Treating girls like pieces of meat? Beating the crap out of you for kissing me?”
      Dick smirked. “Stop being a smart-ass.”
      “Why, isn’t that normal for a teenager, too?” Terry laughed.
      Dick smiled, leaning over and kissing Terry gently. Terry closed his eyes, using his good arm to place on Dick’s chest (to bring him closer or push him away, he wasn’t sure). He didn’t know if he should still be mad at the older man, or if he should just shut his mind up and continue to kiss him.
      After a minute, the gentle kissing was getting more intense and he realized he certainly wasn’t going to push him away. His fingers closed around Dick’s shirt, a slight moan escaping his lips. Dick tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss.
      “Ahem!” They broke apart and saw a nurse stood glaring at both of them. “The doctor will see you now. And the waiting room is not for public displays of affection.”
      “For two guys, or in general?” Dick glared at the woman. “Because I’ve been here enough times, and I’ve seen plenty of men and women kissing, and you guys usually just smile at that and giggle at their embarrassment.”
      Her glare intensified. “The doctor will see you now.” She turned and began walking through the doors. Dick helped Terry up, mindful of his arm, and followed the nurse through the door. Terry couldn’t tell if Dick or the nurse was angrier.
      She led them to a small room. “Insurance?”
      “He was added to Mr. Wayne’s insurance. It’s Signal Light.”
      The nurse looked slightly annoyed at this as well. It was obvious she didn’t want to help the boy at all; if anything, she wanted to make sure he stayed hurt. “Who are his parents?”
      “Bruce Wayne is in charge of him right now.”
      “Who are his birth parents?” Her voice had grown cold, eyes hard.
      Terry smirked, noticing that she was a rather twiggy lady with a pointy face. In fact, everything about her looked rather pointed. “I’m not sure, ma’am. You see, Mr. Grayson found me in an alleyway. I have no idea where I came from before that. In fact, it’s a large surprise to me, too, that I seem to be gay. I was pretty sure I loved women before Mr. Grayson came in and swept me off my feet. How he did it, I have no idea.” He smiled a sweet, charming smile.
      The nurse smiled slightly. “From what I hear, he’s swept many ladies off of their feet.”
      Terry laughed. “Well, I certainly hope I’m not a lady!”
      She giggled. “No, I don’t suppose you are. Well, I’ll go inform the doctor you’re ready. You can just wait here”
      Terry nodded. “Thank you so much.”
      As she left, Dick looked to Terry. “How the hell did you do that? One moment, she’s ready to kill us; the next, it seems like she’s ready to bake you cookies.”
      “Being nice to someone can do wonders. Maybe this will help her not think of gays in a bad way.” Terry smiled, leaning over and kissing him gently.
      Dick smiled, for this was the first time Terry really had initiated a kiss. He pulled away slightly and smiled. “Can I call us a couple now?”
      “Aren’t you weirded out by the fact that you suddenly want to date a guy? I mean, when I meet you, you seemed pretty straight. What happened?”
      “Terry, I like you. Whether you’re male or female, I don’t care. You’re you, and I like that.” Dick smiled. “You’re special and I adore you.”
      Terry’s face turned bright red. “Stop that....”
      Dick laughed. “Alright. You know, Christmas is just around the corner now.... What’d you get me?”
      “None of your business.”
      “You’ve been cleaning that pool like crazy. Surely, it must be expensive.” Dick smiled innocently at him.
      Terry shrugged. “Maybe, or maybe Tim’s is expensive.” He smiled up at him. Truth was, he hadn’t bought anyone their gift yet.
      Bruce had paid him but with the paper money, and he really had no idea how to use it. So far, Bruce hadn’t given him any of the copper coins he had gathered. He’d have to get online and try and figure out what it all meant. Obviously, the coins were worth more -- they had to be. Paper to metal… metal had to be worth more. Judging from the symbols on it, he assumed their value. The biggest coin had 25 cents written on it. That must be the most. He only had one of those, though. People sure lost a lot of the pennies; he wondered why they became obsolete.
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