Terry had been kept plenty busy. This city was worse off than Gotham and it needed him. The web feed and news data made it obvious, he was doing a lot of good for them. Putting out fires, saving people from buildings. Bruce would be proud, he'd pretty much wired Terry to be Batman and he hated it. His personal life was always suffering.
He hadn't even put a smidgen of effort in attempting to find his family. Nor his father. He knew the man was alive-but at the same time it would probably startle them if their future son showed up and out of the blue told him "oh hey, I'm here to prevent your future death!-by the way I'm not born yet and I'm your son." ...Yeah, that wouldn't go over well. So he avoided it and kept himself busy until it was time to meet up with Max.
Max picked a great part of day where he actually didn't have a villain to stop, or a robbery to break up. So he showed in his civis, but the suit was always close at hand in the backpack he wore. He rounded the corner towards the Hotel and stopped for a moment, smirking as he spotted a familiar figure with trademark bright pink hair. "Max.." For the first time in a while since learning the original Joker was in this city, he grinned and watched from a distance as if he couldn't believe it.