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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 Five
Terry sat at small little diner and took a seat across from a very young Tim Drake; Alfred had just dropped them off and said he’d be back in an hour. Tim seemed very excited to be meeting someone new and was talking quickly.
“You’re going to love living with Bruce, he’s really awesome! You are going to stay, right? I mean, you’re obviously pretty beat up, so you must not have a good home. Bruce will help keep you safe and protect ya. And if you play your cards right, he’ll buy you stuff too, but you can’t ever ask! You got to be careful and hint so you know how to manipulate.”
Terry smiles at him. “I don’t think they want me to stay. I don’t even think your friend Dick likes me.”
“Dick? Oh, he’s great. Him and Bruce fight a lot, so he seems a little hard, but he’s really not.”
“Really? Why do they fight?” Terry had heard why Barbara and Tim were bitter, but no one ever said anything about Dick. The most he heard was when Barbara told him he wasn’t happy that she didn’t like him.
“Dick wants to be seen as a man and call the shots; however, Bruce likes to be in control. He doesn’t ask for anything for you living there, except that you respect his rules, and him.”
“Doesn’t seem too unreasonable. Why is Dick so jerky about it?” Terry knew exactly how Bruce was, well, at least he did 40 years from now. However, he wanted to try and be on Bruce’s side. It would make it easier later on if he had Bruce’s support. Well, as long as he was something like the stubborn man he knew from his time.
“Um, he’s really not a jerk. They’ve just got lots of well, complications.” Tim looked a little uncomfortable now. He swirled his soda around, avoiding looking at Terry.
Terry smiles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that; it wasn’t my place. So tell me about yourself.”
Tim smiles again, looking up. “Me? Oh, there’s nothing special about me. My parents weren’t very nice, so Bruce took me in. I go to school and hang out with friends -- that’s about it. I play football with Dick every once in a while. Do you play football?”
Terry had heard of the sport. They had something similar, in his time, but at the same time much different. “No. I like the martial arts more. It’s much more useful. At least, in my opinion.”
“Really? Wow, did you join the right family! Everyone, but Alfred, does martial arts. We’ll have to have a tournament!”
Terry wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but he didn’t have time to voice his concerns when their food arrived. He looked at the food; he had ordered a simple hamburger and fries, but this wasn’t what he was used to. The bun was soaked in grease. He took a bite and nearly gagged it back up.
“Hey, you okay?”
Terry nods, forcing himself to swallow; he now knew why there had been a vegetarian trend. He sets the burger down. “Guess I’m just not that hungry.”
“Were you punished when you ate?” Tim asked the question softly.
Terry’s eyes widen. Punished? Well, it would make sense. He was beat up and he had lost a lot of his weight when he had been shot. For an outsider, that would be the logical assumption, especially after he had just gagged from taking a bite. “No I just ate other stuff.”
Tim watches him. “You know... we won’t judge you; you can tell us. Bruce can help.”
“You know, I don’t think Bruce can help me. Money’s not going to fix this.” Terry stares at the food. He was hungry, but he wasn’t about to eat that. What did they cook with, grease?!
“It’s not his money that does shit! He’s awesome. Give him a chance and we can get whoever did this to you behind bars!”
“You know what, you’re right. It will probably be Bruce that locks him up, but you know what? I don’t think he’s going to catch him any time soon.” Terry scooted out of the tiny booth and storms out.
Tim sighs. He grabs his burger and then drops a twenty on the table. He ran after him. “Hold up, Terry! I’m sorry. We won’t talk about your past, alright?”
Terry turns to look at the boy and nods. “Alright.”
“So what do you eat?”
Terry sighs. In his time, there had been a law placed that everything was organic and they had very strict laws to how things had to be processed and made. “Well, I was on a strict diet. I only ate organic food, and cooked with a minimum of grease.”
“Health food? Umm, we’ll have Alfred swing by one of those healthy places. We don’t really have any of that stuff at home.”
Terry nods. “Look, I don’t really have any money.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured.” He let out a small smirk. “Don’t worry about it; Bruce will put you to work.”
Terry laughs. Bruce would be hiring him again, only he hadn’t done it yet.
Tim gave him a strange look, wondering what was so funny.
***
Dick sat in a chair, sipping a cup of coffee. “I say you let me take him to the police -- that’s what we do! We handle twerps like this.”
“But didn’t you guys say that there was something funny about him?” Barbara stood, leaning against a counter and sipping hot cocoa.
Bruce sighed, pacing the kitchen floor. “Look, Dick, I don’t need another kid. I know. You don’t have to tell me that. But this kid. He seems so lost, and yet not.” He ran a hand through his dark locks. “Like the fact that the kid never gets lost in this house.”
“What?”
“Think, Dick. When I first brought you here, how many times did you get lost?”
Dick snorts. “I still get lost”
“Exactly! I swear, it took Tim almost a year to get it down. So how is it this kid already knows it? And not just that, but he seems to know where stuff is, too. Before Alfred took him out, he came in here and walked straight to the glass cabinet and got a glass of water.”
“It could have just been a lucky guess?” Barbara shrugs.
“If it was, then he would have at least been looking around, or been at least a little surprised when he picked the right cabinet.” Bruce let out another irritated sigh.
Dick swirled his coffee. “Okay, so let’s say this kid is up to something. What?”
“I dunno; that’s the thing. He seems to be trained. He beat you, and you swear he knew you were in the corner this morning. Yet he’s obviously been beat up, and all he carries is a small black backpack. But more importantly, his eyes; they don’t hold that look. That--”
“Crazy, insane look?” Barbara chuckles.
“No. But when he’s pissed, his eyes look the same way yours do.” Dick looks up. “Has some of the same moves as you, moves no one teaches. And he didn’t beat me, he ran.”
“So I have to keep him here. Otherwise, I might be letting another lunatic go free.”
“But you need to know what he’s up to.” Dick narrowed his eyes at him.
“So use your Batman questioning and get him to spill.” Barbara shrugs drinking, the rest of the hot cocoa.
“Something tells me the hard look won’t work on this kid.” Bruce sighs.
“No, but maybe some nice legs and a jiggly chest will.” Dick turns and looks at Barbara. “You always said no man could resist you. Here’s your chance.”
“You want me to try and woo some crazy, emotional kid? He’s younger than me!”
Dick rolls his eyes. “So what? Or maybe you don’t think you’re up to the challenge?” he smirks.
“Oh, I’m up to the challenge! I’ll have that kid eating out of my hand within the week!”
“Alright, then. In one week, we’ll meet again.” He stands up, grabbing his keys and helmet. “I got to get back to work. Good luck, Barbara.” He looks to Bruce. “Bruce.” He gives a slight nod, then heads out.
Bruce watches him go, then looks to Barbara. “Well, umm. Okay, I should get to work, too.” He quickly left, leaving Barbara pouting.
***
Tim and Terry walked in through the front door, laughing. It was almost six, and they had spent the whole day together. Tim showed him Gotham. The big things were the same, but there were many small things different. The biggest difference Terry noticed was all the trees. They seemed to be everywhere.
“Hey, kid.” Barbara stood on the stairs with a smile.
“Hey, Barbara. What are you doing here?” Tim hangs his coat up.
Her eyes travel over Terry’s body. Terry’s eyes widen and he looks in the opposite direction.
“Heard Bruce had a new kid. Wanted to come see him. Hi, I’m Barbara.” She walks forward, stopping barely an inch away from him.
Terry looks at her. “Terry.” She was pretty. She had a wonderful body with pouty lips, and her eyes… were just like the old lady’s he knew from his time! He quickly moves away from her. “Umm, excuse me.” He hurries up the stairs.
Barbara took after him. “Terry? Did I say something wrong?”
“No.” He kept his back to her. “I’m just tired and need to take a nap. So, if you’ll excuse me.”
He went into his room, shutting the door softly behind him. The future Batman let out a long sigh, wondering what the hell that was. He had gotten the impression that Barbara only liked older men, and he was not older than her.
He slips his shirt off and plops down onto the bed. What was he going to do? He certainly couldn’t stay here forever. It just wasn’t an option. Damn it! How had this even happened? He knew he was forgetting something, but he had no clue as to what! If he could remember, then maybe he’d know how to get home. He needed to get into that bat cave. However, the last thing he needed was for Bruce to make up another masked figure because he found the cave. No, he had to do this without Bruce’s knowledge.
He smiles to himself as he realized he was going behind Bruce’s back to contact Bruce. Damn, if that wasn’t irony, he didn’t know what was!
Now he had to figure out how to get into the bat cave without any of their knowledge. To his knowledge, he knew all of the entrances, so he could set up alarms if they entered. The best way would probably be to enter through where the cars enter. But for that, he’d have to wait for one of them to come back from a mission, and stay cloaked until they left again.
Bruce told him how he always had some sort of security on all the entrances with a code. That was how he had known Terry had entered the bat cave the first time. If you didn’t do it just right, an alarm would go off. And he didn’t know where any of the alarms were, as Bruce never told him, and he didn’t know what the codes were in this time. They could be anything! The Bruce he knew changed his once a month. He doubted the past Bruce was any different.
He stood up and headed to the window, staring out. It was starting to get dark. If he hurried, he might be able to catch them on their way out, that way he wouldn’t have to wait. He grabs his backpack and opens the window.
“Going somewhere, Master Terry?”
Terry jumped what felt like a mile high. He whirled around to see Alfred standing there, smiling. He was holding a tray of tea. Damn, was this man ever not around? He hadn’t even heard him coming. Hell, he never heard the door open!
“I... just wanted to go for a walk.”
The old man nods. “Yes, well, it might be easier to go through the front or back door. And usually a little less dangerous as well. However, now is teatime. I brought it up to you as Master Bruce and Master Tim went out to take Miss Barbara home. They said they hope to have tea tomorrow, though.”
Terry mentally cursed that they had already left. So much for getting in when they left. “Yeah, sure thing.” He drops his bag back down. “Where are we having tea at?”
“Well, if you’re not obliged to leave, then the tea room. Follow me.” With that, Alfred left the room and Terry followed with a heavy sigh.
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