Who: Terry, Bats, AU!Bats What: Taking care of things. Tying up lose ends. When:The 18th. Where: The manor. Warnings: character death Ratings: high and probably graphic. status: IN PROGRESS
Terry was happy to have a bed again. Not that he wasn't grateful that Roy took him in, but he could swear he had the shape of one of Lian's toys permanently embedded in his lower back from sleeping on that couch (if you could call it that). He'd done nothing but sleep since he was back in Bruce's presence. Finally felt safe enough to. And he desperately needed to. He didn't realize how much his body hurt until he finally woke as the sun began to set and he pushed himself up with a small groan of discomfort. Standing up he moved towards the small window and carefully stretched his arms as far as he could without hurting himself. Which wasn't very far at all.
How long would it take to heal? This was torture. He couldn't help Buffy, he was pretty sure Bruce was going to keep him on the tightest leash he could find. Bruce Wayne was still in their house, and in the next room at the same time. Which hurt his head more than it should. Terry was just happy he'd at least brought a change of clothes so he didn't have to wear his suit constantly, it pressed against his ribs in uncomfortable ways. Like a suit of body armor should. Terry pushed aside the blankets and climbed out of bed, there were so many things on his mind he didn't really know what to say. It didn't help that he was full of nerves when it came to that other guy whom he refused to call Bruce. He knew he wasn't being forced into going-actually quite the opposite, but he was worried.
Terry leaned against the window in his small room and looked out at the darkening sky. How were they going to deal with this? Leaning down to a backback by his feet he opened the slip and pulled out a red and black batterang, twirling it in his fingers. When it was thrown at it's target, it would send out a powerful electric shock. But would it be enough?