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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Batman Before
By Wildfire
Chapter Six
“He doesn’t even watch me! There’s nothing there!” A redheaded girl currently sat across an older man. “I mean, I’m not vain, but usually when I freaking flaunt myself at someone, they at least look my way!”
Alfred chuckles. “Maybe the problem does not have anything to do with you.”
Her eyes widen. “Yes! He’s gay! Of course -- that’s it! I mean, I’ve been all over him for a week now, and nothing! That has to be it!”
“Actually, I was thinking he might just have another special lady in his life that he really loves.”
“If that was it, he would at least look. No, he has to be gay.” She flips her hair back. “Well, it seems my job has just been transferred to Dick.” She grins evilly. “I do hope he’s up to the challenge.”
*&*&*&*
Every day, Alfred had been there as soon Bruce or Tim left. He was like a leech that refused to leave. Terry sighs; it also didn’t help that when Barbara was here she was all over him. He had nothing against the girl -- she was pretty -- but every time he saw her…. He shudders. Old women weren’t his thing, and that’s all he could see her as.
His stomach gave a loud roar. He looked at his clock -- 11:03am -- and he sighed. He had skipped breakfast for more sleep, and now wondered if Alfred would make him some more food.
He rolls off of his bed and heads downstairs. He looks around, but doesn’t see Alfred. He sighs; they must be down in the bat cave. Well, he could fix it himself.
He heads into the kitchen, and after he opened the fridge and found nothing, he tried the freezer and pulled out a box. Lean Cuisine? It didn’t look too hard. He rips the box open and takes out the small tray. On the back were instructions. Put in the microwave…. Microwave? He shrugs and looks around the kitchen. He figured it must be just an older version of the Instafooder. Sure enough, he found a square-looking object.
He opened it and shut it… but nothing happened. He opened and closed it again. Nothing. Okay. He looks to the flat buttons. They were all numbered, but none of them said Lean Cuisine. He grabs the box and reads it once more. Okay, so he needed to set it for three minutes, then stir and another two minutes. Damn, food here took forever to cook.
He pressed the three button, and when nothing happened, he pressed it again, but still nothing. A frown graced Terry’s face. Why wasn’t it going? Well, when all else fails…. He started pushing everything. Suddenly, a light went on and it started making a buzzing noise. IT WAS ON! Terry smiled, only to frown again when he noticed the time read out now said ‘Defr.’ What was ‘Defr?’ Oh, well, it didn’t matter; he’d just watch the clock and when it had been three minutes, he’d stir it. No problem.
*&*&*
“I AM NOT GAY!” Dick stood, glaring at Barbara.
“So? I wasn’t interested in the boy either, but I still tried. It’s not my fault he’s gay. Now he’s your problem.”
Bruce sat by the bat computer, watching this very amusing display. They had come down here to see what Barbara had learned, only to learn it was nothing and the boy was, to her opinion, gay.
“You know, maybe he’s perfectly straight and just doesn’t like you! Either way, I am not courting him!”
Bruce sighs and stands up. “Maybe he’s just uncomfortable with women. We assumed it was his father that put him in this condition, but it very well could have been his mother.” He looked to Dick. “Why don’t you just try and befriend him? See if he’s calmer, okay?”
Dick glared. “Fine, but if he hits on me, I am out of there!”
“Under--” A loud cry sounded from above. All three race upstairs. In the kitchen, Tim stood by Terry and Alfred held a now-empty fire extinguisher; the extinguisher’s contents were now all over the burnt microwave.
“What happened?” Bruce asked, eyes moving to all three of them. Both Tim and Alfred’s eyes move to Terry, also wondering. They had come in with Terry yelling at the microwave to stop sparking, then the fire started.
“I dunno. The thing just went bonkers!”
Dick goes and opens the door and reaches in, only to bring it back with a hiss. He grabs a washcloth and pulls out a fork. “I think this might have been the problem.”
“It’s a fork? So what?”
“It’s metal!”
Terry shrugs. “So?”
Dick stares at Terry like he was the dumbest man he had ever meet. “METAL AND MICROWAVES DON’T MIX, YA DIPSHIT!”
“Dick!” Bruce glares at the younger man for a second before looking at Terry. “Have you never cooked before?”
Terry opens and closes his mouth. What was he supposed to say? Yes, but in another time? “I... wasn’t really allowed to. I did when I was little, but then things changed.” He mentally wondered where that lie had come from.
“What changed, Terry?” Bruce knew he was pushing, but he needed to know what was going on with this kid.
Terry’s eyes widen. Damn, he had hoped they wouldn’t push. Well, they all thought he was abused, anyway; might as well play it with the poor, abused kid attitude. “I…” he looks down, “I don’t want to talk…. IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” He hurried from the room, barely able to remember not to smile. Damn, that was close; he couldn’t believe he had pulled it off.
“Terry! Hold up!” Dick ran up to him.
Okay, maybe he didn’t pull it off. Damn, he really wished he had meet Dick in his time so he knew something about the guy. He looked at the taller man. “What?”
“Look, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just a little surprised to find a fork in there. I mean, you must have been pretty sheltered not to know not to do that.”
Terry didn’t respond.
“Umm, wanna go catch a game or something? I know some bartenders and they owe me one, so I can get you in.”
Alcohol...? People did drink in his time, but not nearly as much as during this time. He himself had only had a few drinks for his whole life. “Umm, sure.” Okay, so maybe he was curious.
“Cool. Why don’t you go get dressed.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Well, these places are kinda club-like.”
Terry just stared at him.
“Damn, you were sheltered. Alright, show me what Alfred bought you and we’ll find you something.”
Terry hesitated just for a second over leading him up to his room. He opened it and goes to the closet. Inside were two suits, three pairs of jeans, and quite a few casual shirts.
Dick stares at it. “This is crap.” He looks at his watch. “Alright, we have time. Let’s go shopping.” He didn’t wait for an answer as he grabs Terry’s arm and pulls him out the door. He led him outside to a motorcycle and hands Terry a helmet. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I’ll go slow.”
Terry smirks and puts the helmet on. “Can I drive?”
“No, this is my baby.” He straddles the bike and puts on his helmet. “Get on.” Terry sat behind him. “Alright, no weird shit, but if you put your arms around my waist you’ll have better stability.”
Terry was going to ignore it, but when Dick turned the bike on and geared it up fast enough, Terry almost fell off, so he figured it would be better to hold on. However, it did feel weird being pressed up against another man. The bike shook under them both and was quite loud; it was just another difference from the past to the future. Everything seemed so different. How could so much change in 40 years?
While the bike was slower, it felt so much more dangerous. Terry figured it was just his imagination and that the bike was fine. Dick took a sharp turn and Terry would swear the street was only an inch away. This was so stupid -- he rode a bike in his time! He clutched tighter to Dick, feeling incredibly girly.
The bike suddenly stopped and Dick looked back at the boy who was now plastered to his back. “It wasn’t that bad….”
Terry slowly forced himself to let go, and nods. He took a few seconds to calm his nerves down before looking around. “Where are we?”
“Clothing store. Come on.” He leads him inside.
“Dick!” A middle-aged woman hurries over to him and they hug. “New clothing already?”
“Nah. I got a project for you.” He turns and grabs Terry, yanking him forward. “This is Terry. He needs to look good tonight. Think you can do it?”
The woman smiles. “Well, it won’t be hard -- the boy is gorgeous -- but don’t you worry about us. You go do something and come back in one hour. He’ll be ready by then.”
“Thanks, Tawny, and just charge it to Bruce’s account.” He slips his sunglasses on and looks to Terry. “Good luck.” With that, he left again.
Terry looks back to the woman who was just smiling. “Come on.” She grabbed his wrists and yanks him to a changing room, then pushes him in. “Strip down, and I’ll bring you clothing.”
Terry stood in the fitting room with wide eyes. Abrupt girl, wasn’t she?
*&*&*&
Dick spent the next hour just window-shopping; he wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. He smiles as he sees a necklace which had a bat on it. It’s eyes glinted and looked like it was flying from a fire. He picks it up. Gotham had a lot of bat things, but most were just cheap trinkets; this he liked, though. The boy wouldn’t really get the significance of the bat, but Dick figured if he was going to live in Bruce’s house he better as least like bats. He pays for the item and starts heading back to the clothing shop.
He entered the shop only to nearly drop the small bag he had. The awkward boy he had dropped off now looked closer to a god. He wore tight leather pants that showed off all his muscles and a pair of black boots, which made Dick wonder how high up they went. His shirt was a casual button-up shirt, but it was white and sheer, showing off Terry’s muscles and nipples under it. It was also unbuttoned at the top, showing off his collarbone. His hair didn’t seem quite as messy either, and seemed to fall just right of Terry’s flawless face…. Flawless? What happened to the bruises? Granted they had faded quite a bit as they were older but they were still there.
He moves closer. “Hey.”
Terry turns to look at him. “Hey.”
“Your bruises removable?” He was slightly suspicious at the fact they were just gone.
Tawny laughs. “I told you they wouldn’t be able to tell!” She comes around from the behind the counter. “It’s amazing what makeup can do, isn’t it?”
“Your wearing makeup?!”
Terry felt his face go hot with embarrassment. “I wasn’t given the choice,” he mumbled.
Dick chuckles and nods, then pulls out the necklace. “Put this on.” He tosses it to the boy, then looks at Tawny. “Don’t suppose you got an outfit for me? I really don’t want to go to my place, too.”
She smiles and pulls out a shopping bag already full with clothes. “Way ahead of you. Go change; I can’t wait to see what it looks like.” He smiles and heads into the fitting room, missing Terry’s shocked expression when he realized the necklace was of a bat.
*&*&*
Terry was led through a back entrance into a club. The music blared in his ear, and while it was oldies playing, it was still okay music. Dick stood behind him. He wore a pair of jeans with a whole in the ass, and a tight black t-shirt.
Dick was immediately looking over the room for some hot chicks. Terry was content to stand back and watch.
Dick looks and him and smirks. “It’s a mixed club, so don’t be surprised is a guy hits on you.”
Terry’s eyes widen and Dick heads into the crowd. Terry slowly followed after.
“Hey, kid, looking for a place to sit?” A man sat at a table with two other men around him; they were all drinking beer.
Terry goes over. “You offering a seat?”
The man chuckles and gestures to the open chair. “I’m Corry.” He offered his hand.
Terry took it. “Terry.”
“Good to meet you, Terry. This is Benny and Tom. So tell me, which way you swing?”
Swing? Ohh, his sexuality! “I’m straight.”
“Oh, too bad. We could have had fun. You sure you not at least bi?”
“No... sorry. I’m straight.”
The man nods. “Benny, go get our new friend here a drink.” Benny stood and headed for the bar. “So tell me, Terry, is this your first time in this club?”
“Yeah, I’m here with one of the guys I’m staying with.”
“Oh, yeah? Who?”
“Umm, Dick.” He turns and points to the man now flirting with about three women at once.
“Grayson?!” The man’s hands slam on the table. Terry stayed calm, but was ready for a fight if one came. However, the man fortunately calmed down. “I’m sorry…. I just don’t get along with your… friend.”
“Why?”
“He tried to have me locked up for a crime I didn’t do.”
“Oh.” Terry wasn’t sure what to say.
“Don’t worry about it; it’s not your fault. Ahh, here’s Benny.”
Benny handed Terry a large cup full of beer.
“Thanks.” Terry took a sip of the bitter liquid.
“Ohh, come now. Guzzle it!”
Terry sighs and takes a deep, long drink.
Corry laughed. “That’s it!” He picked up his own drink and started guzzling it ‘til it was gone, then Tom did the same and so did Benny. They all looked to Terry expectedly.
Terry hesitated, but figured one drink wouldn’t hurt him and guzzled the rest of the bitter liquid down.
Corry smiles, and continues to talk.
It wasn’t long ‘til Terry’s head started to feel heavy. Shit! He knew enough to know he had been drugged. But why? Fuck that; it didn’t matter. He had to get away from these men. He stood up and swayed. Benny was suddenly holding him, though it was Corry’s voice that addressed him.
“Where are you going, Terry? I was in the middle of a story.”
Terry tried to push away but his muscles felt like they had lead it them. “Leeet gao….” His mouth felt full of cotton. Shit! What did they do to him?!
“And where are you trying to go to?” Corry asked, his voice full of amusement. “Come now. Sit down and we can continue to talk.”
“I dunno, boss. He looks kinda drunk.”
Terry focused on the voice and figured it was Tom.
“You’re right. Maybe we should go and take a walk, try and walk it off. How does that sound, Terry?”
Terry’s mind felt fuzzy. A walk...? Well, it did make sense to get fresh air to clear his head. No! He needed to get away from the men, not go with them! Terry tried to pull away again, trying to force his dead muscles to work, but Benny held tightly to him. Damn it. Where was Dick? It was getting harder to think; his head felt so heavy.
“I do believe he’d going to pass out.”
Terry could no longer tell who was talking; he knew he had to get away, though. He struggled to keep that thought in his head as he kept trying to push the man away that was holding him.
*&*&*
Dick stood in the middle of a group of beautiful women. He was content, and yet not as satisfied as he normally was. He sighs, feeling slightly guilty for just leaving Terry once they entered the club. He stands, figuring he better find him. His eyes move through the crowd, but he didn’t see the boy. He frowns, eyes moving across the room again. His eyes widen when he finally sees him. He was being supported by one of Corry’s goons and they were leading him to the door. He noticed Terry was still trying to turn around and go the other way.
“Shit!” He quickly moved to the bar, ignoring the surprised gasps from the women around him. “Adam, tell your bouncer not to let those four men out. One is not going willingly.”
The bartender quickly turned and grabbed a radio.
Dick didn’t wait for the call to be finished, though, as he was already pushing through the crowd. If they got outside, it might be too late. Corry usually had a third goon waiting in a car for them for a quick exit.
Dick was slightly relived to see the bouncer stop all exiting, period. He struggled to get through as he watched Corry and his goons change direction, no doubt heading for another exit. But it didn’t matter; he had them. He quickly got in front of them.
“Corry, you wouldn’t be trying to do something with my friend, would you?”
“You’re off-duty officer. You can’t do anything to me.”
“Ohh, on the contrary. I’m off-duty, so I can do this.” He punched the man holding Terry and grabbed the drowsy boy. “Now, I might not be able to arrest you, but I can guarantee if you ever try and do this to another boy, I will kill you.”
He picked Terry up and headed for the exit. He talked to the bouncer for a second and after talking on the radio again, he started letting people out again. Dick took Terry to his bike and set him down. “Terry?”
Terry looked up at the fuzzy blob that was making noises in front of him. His head flopped back down though when he figured it was way too much work to keep it up.
Dick sighs and puts Terry on the bike and sat behind him. He struggled to get Terry in a position where he wouldn’t fall off and where he could still ride the bike. After a minute of awkward movement, he got Terry in an okay position and started off.
It was a slow drive, as he didn’t want to drop the boy, so he headed to his apartment because it was closer than Bruce’s house. He parked the bike in the garage and lifted Terry. The boy wasn’t light, but he also wasn’t unbearably heavy. Dick was glad for that one. Once in his tiny flat, he laid Terry down on the bed. The boy’s eyes flutter for a moment, his eyes meeting Dick’s. Then, with a groan, he was back asleep.
Dick sighs, watching the sleeping boy. Those goons would have been able to do whatever they wanted to him and Terry would not have noticed the difference. He felt horribly guilty for leaving him like he had. He ran a hand through Terry’s soft locks. He lied down beside him and pulled him close. The seventeen-year-old seemed to mold into his body as he lay there. One hand continued to run through Terry’s hair, his mind drifting off.
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