Bruce Wayne/Batman (caped_crusader) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-09 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne/batman, terry mcginnis |
Who: Batman the 1st and Batman the 2nd
What: Kicking Terry’s ass Retrieving Terry and taking him back to Babs.
Where: The sight of the Joker’s latest explosion; a roof near the destroyed shopping center.
When: Night
Rating: TBA
A snarl ripped free from his throat as the Tumbler exited the Batcave and rolled violently onto the road. Terry was gone. Terry had thrown on one of his spare suits and now he was somewhere in the city, playing hero when he should have been safely held up in the Clocktower. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white underneath the gloves from the intensity of his hold. The vehicle surged forward into traffic. It swerved and darted between cars in a frenzy and if the driver were anyone else, there might have been a series of accidents to be reported on account of the tank that couldn’t follow the rules of the road like everybody else.
He had a rough idea of where Terry had skipped off to without direct permission, without so much as a note left behind. It was the first thing that had crossed his mind and it would be the first place he checked.
Most of his worry was masked by an anger that was beyond the possibility of being controlled and his driving pointed to this. He could hardly focus on anything else. He could hardly see straight.
Stay of out my way or I’m going to run you the hell over. Horns blared all around him, voices shouted at the top of their lungs, demanding to know what this lunatic thought he was doing. Bruce didn’t hear them, or if he did, he was tuning them out, ignoring everything but the task at hand.
Roadblocks held back the curious and yellow police tape had been put up to keep gawkers away from the disarray that had formerly been a shopping center. Batman used the Tumbler to rip passed them. It ran over the roadblocks and tore the tape down and just like that, the shadows watched it brake to a sudden stop. The engine died and the noise ceased.
The door was pulled open and the Bat stepped out into the night. He lifted his head up to the roof of what had been a children’s clothing store and went in closer.
Terry was up there. He knew Terry was up there and within seconds, he was there too, landing with a soft thump. Batman’s mouth scowled, his fists clenched and his voice growled low and brutal.
“You’re in trouble.”