The aftermath of insanity unleashed from Gotham City always seemed to end up like this. But he shouldn't be too surprised as he too lurked in the shadows high above the wreckage and sighed. Taking in a breath of smoky air. just like I never left. The newest in the Batman legacy mused silently on the edge of the very same building Catwoman had claimed. Bruce Wayne might have noticed her, but Terry did not. He touched a single slim button on the underside of his arm and his invisibility cloaking powered down. There was no reason to remain out of the public eye way up above the crowds anyway.
So this was the Joker's style. It was sick and twisted, like some diabolical game. Like some school yard bully with an evil twist, playing with the lives of people. Playing with Bruce. Wayne of coarse tried to play it cool when it came to the "laugh man" but Terry could see it. Feel the tension whenever he brought up the subject. So lately he'd just gone silent. Decided to try his own field work, but still hated being in the dark. He was part of this weather Wayne wanted him to be or not. This was part of his destiny now.
Clenching a hand into a tight fist he scowled and then let it lower. Shifting to lean back against clear windows. Slipping slightly and gravel dislodging. Falling into the sea of rushing people and volunteers. All he could think about is why. Why was Bruce so determined not to tell him anything? What could be so terrible. He knew all about every other villain that Bruce had faced except this one. Except the one who was now set free in L.A. to "play". To say he was frustrated was the understatement of the year.
[ooc: sorry for the delay! I'm still getting Terry's voice ;D]