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Batman Before	By : Jessy8 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman Beyond Views: 8886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 Two
      He pushed his body faster as he punched another man out; there were so many of them! He was just glad his suit was actually working now. The bullets rang off of him like a musician playing the drums, yet even with the help of his suit he was starting to wear down.
      He saw a fist coming at him just a second too late, causing him to fall back. With his brain moving a mile a minute, he knew if he didn’t recover quickly they’d overpower him and he’d lose. He flips back to his feet just as a bullet hits the suit and gasps when he realizes the bullet went through…. He’d been shot! He stumbles back, looking up to see who had done it. It was an older man, whose gun didn’t look like a normal gun, instead looking like a sideways E. The man laughs.
      Terry jumps back into a tree and places a hand firmly over the wound. He could feel the warm fluid spilling out.
      “McGinnis?! What’s wrong? Your heart is going insane. What happened?!” Bruce’s voice vibrated through his head, his brain struggling to comprehend what was being said.
      “I… I was shot.”
      “…The suit should have taken the impact. It couldn’t’ve hurt that bad….” The voice was firm, but had the underline of concern.
      “No… I’m shot…. The bullet is in my… my something.” It was getting harder to think.
      “I’m sending the bat mobile to get you. Hold tight, kid.”
      “No…. I have to find my mom and Matt. They’re here somewhere; I have to get them out….”
      He swallowed deep gulps of air. He scans the grounds and realizes no one was attacking him anymore…. Why would they stop attacking him after they had him wounded? Wait, they weren’t attacking anyone anymore; they were leaving…. Or had they left already? He blinks, trying to clear his thoughts.
      “Kid, I’m sure they’re fine.”
      Before Terry could get another word in, the bat mobile’s hook grabs him and pulls him up into the safety of the cockpit.
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      Bruce stood over an unconscious Terry. He looks off to the side toward the suit; there wasn’t a hole in it. But how was it possible that a bullet could hit Terry and not the suit? But it wasn’t a bullet…. There was no bullet in the boy. Bruce stands up just in time for the door to slam open and Barbara to rush in.
      “Where’s the boy? I saw him falter. What happen--?” She stops as she spots the lifeless teen. “Is he okay?”
      “I dunno. He was shot, but the suit wasn’t.”
      She gave him a clear look of insanity. “Bruce, I assure you he was in the bat suit…. I saw it!”
      Wayne sighs and tosses the suit at her. “There’s no hole in it -- not one. But there is most definitely one in him.”
      “Bruce, this isn’t possible. It goes against all laws of physics-- It goes against everything!”
      “I know.” He gave her a look that clearly said ‘I’m not an idiot.’ “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go call his mother.”
      “What are you going to tell her?” She lays a gentle hand on Terry’s pale forehead.
      “That I had asked Terry to drop me off there on the way to do his other errands when all hell brook loose. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He said it so simply, as if it was just another fact.
      “She’s going to hate you. You’ve taken up so much of her son’s life as it is, and now he gets shot because of you...?” She lets out a long sigh and kneels down by Terry. “Well, kid, this just might be the end of the Batman,” she whispers softly and looks up at Bruce, watching him leave the room.
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      ‘Your son was shot… shot…. Son…. Your son was shot.’
      Mrs. McGinnis bursts into tears as the words echoed through her mind. She had been talking to the police all day.
      Earlier, she had left many angry messages on the answering machine, yelling at Terry, asking where he was. When she finally did get home, she came home to a total of 15 messages. She hadn’t left that many…. The first 5 were her yelling that she needed him at the police station, but number six wasn’t. She closes her eyes tightly as she remembers that message….
      ‘Mrs. McGinnis? This is Bruce Wayne. I’ve tried to call a few times. I hadn’t wanted to do this over the phone, but it seems I have no choice. Mrs. McGinnis, Terry was shot today; it was at the mall’s shooting. He could really use you here. I have him here at my house being attended by the best doctors there are. I hope this reaches you soon.’
      The next two were her yelling some more, then it was Mr. Wayne again, trying to reach her. The rest of the messages she didn’t listen to.
      She wasn’t sure when she had ended up on the floor or when she’d started crying. Her son was shot…. She looks to the kitchen table. Just that morning he had been sitting there…. Why hadn’t she let him stay home? Why did she make him go out?
      No! She wasn’t going to just sit here waiting; she had to go see her son! Her face hardens and she stands up, wiping the tears away. He was going to be fine. People get shot at all the time and live! She’d get Matt and they’d go see him and he’d be fine; he’d be smiling and be sorry; she’d hug him and he’d be fine!
      She hurries into Matt’s room. He was standing by the window, staring out of it.
      “He’s still not back, is he? I don’t care how late he is tonight, he is taking me to the zoo tomorrow! He can sleepwalk for all I care!” He then notices his mother’s face. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
      She stares at her little boy’s face. Her little boy…. She covers her mouth and she lets out a sob and quickly pulls Matt into a hug.
      Matt wasn’t sure what was going on, only that his mother was really upset and it was probably about Terry. He hugs her back, scared for whatever had happened.
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      “Hello, Mrs. McGinnis.” Bruce looks down at them; the young boy looks so confused. Apparently, she hadn’t told him what had happened.
      “WHAT HAPPENED?! He shouldn’t have been anywhere near there! You bastard! Where is he!” she screams into his face, and manages to actually push him. Now, Bruce was old, but he still had good instincts. He grabs her arms and pulls her into a hug.
      “He’s fine…. He’s going to be just fine,” he soothes her gently as she starts crying again, while Matt stayed silent.
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      She hadn’t known she was angry at the old man until her eyes landed on him, standing there at the door. Then anger had just surged through her. Her son was hurt and it had to be this man’s fault. After she yelled and cried on him, he gently led her up the stairs to where the doctors were walking around. They all nodded at Wayne and gave her a sympathetic look.
      He opens the door, and there he was… just lying there. She tried to tell herself he was just sleeping, that he was just asleep…. But her eyes kept going back to the wires that were connected to his body and the oxygen that was joined to his noise. No, he wasn’t just sleeping.
      “I’ll leave you guys alone.” Bruce quietly closed the door, leaving the family by themselves.
      Matt was the first one to move, going over to the bed and sighing. “Jeez, I should have known you’d find a way to get out of taking me to the zoo….” His voice was sad as he made the tiny joke. He runs a hand along Terry’s arm. “You will be okay though, ‘cause otherwise who’s gonna tell me all the guy stuff and teach me to fight?” He sits up on the bed. “Today was so scary. Batman saved us, though…. I wish he had saved you too.”
      Mrs. McGinnis smiles and walks over to him as well. Wires or no, this was still her son. “Terry?” She brushes the boy’s hair back. “Terry, wake up for me, hunny.”
      Terry did shift, but didn’t wake up; however, it was good enough for her. He was alive and he knew she was here.
      Matt started to talk again. It was probably more of nerves than anything else, but it still helped.
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      Terry stayed unconscious for almost three days before he woke up to the sounds of laughter. His eyes creak open. Where was he…? Those walls…. It was the spare bedroom at Wayne Manor; he must have been hurt. But than who was laughing? Wayne didn’t laugh after all. His eyes scan over the room ‘til they land on… a TV? That wasn’t there before…. He wondered where it came from before seeing his mother and Matt sitting in front of it playing his video games. Wait, his mother was playing video games? Hadn’t she always called them ‘idiot boxes?’ He goes to take a deep breath, only to start coughing. That alerted both of them and they were by his side in a second.
      “Terry? Hunny, how are you feeling?” His mother was brushing his hair back. Now that she was closer, he could see dark circles under her eyes and the eyes themselves bloodshot.
      He opens his mouth to talk, only to make creaking noises and starts coughing again.
      “Oh, hold on. I’ll go grab the doctor.”
      Terry would have told her there’s no point as Bruce was probably watching from another room, but he really couldn’t talk at the moment. There really wasn’t a point to it as the door opens just as she got to it and the doctor rushed in.
      The doctor was an older-looking man, probably in his late forties. “Well, let’s see how we are, Mr. McGinnis.”
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      Terry had been bedridden for almost a week now, and he was going insane! Sure, he had visitors, his mother hardly ever left, and Matt was always running about somewhere. Dana and Max had even stopped by!
      He had enjoyed the visit; it was good to see Dana again. They had broken up a while ago with the promise to stay friends. However, neither of them were making any effort to be friends, until now. Max was also bringing him his homework and for once he was glad to have it; it gave him something to do.
      He would be starting physical therapy tomorrow and a few days after that, he’d be allowed back into school. He never thought he’d be happy to go to school!
      “Terry?” Bruce enters the room slowly and sits in a chair by the bed. Terry looks at him, putting down the book he hadn’t been reading. “Terry... I think it’s time… to hang up the bat suit. Things are far too intense for just one man.”
      “No way, Mr. Wayne! An accident happened, but we need to get these guys or it could be my little brother or my mother or Max or anyone! We can’t hide like a scared cat. We lick our wounds and get back out there!”
      “Terry, the suit isn’t protecting you anymore, and it’s not working properly. You could be killed.”
      “So? All your past suits didn’t have armor in them! You guys all lived. I am just as strong as any of you guys! I’m not a kid, Mr. Wayne, and I’m not giving up the suit!”
      A heavy sigh comes from the old man. He pats Terry on the leg. “We’ll talk about this more when you’re better.”
      “Fine, but the answer will still be the same.” Terry glares as the man leaves the room again. He would not be forced to hide; he would fight again.
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