Terry couldn't stand it anymore. He was trapped in that clock tower like a prisoner. It was getting to him. Affecting the way he thought about things. Distorting his senses. He had to get out. He felt like he was suffocating and the walls were closing in. The more he saw the green glow of that clock tower, the louder the Jokers mocking laughter echoed in his head. The more he saw those flashing red letters killer behind his eyes. The constant whirring of the clock tower was worse and worse after days went by since that message. He had initially made a little progress since then, but that reply only seemed to send him into a downward spiral. He didn't know what to do. So he failed to fight off a panick attack and got the hell out. He should have thought ahead. But he wasn't really well known for that.
Should have realized how much worse this would make his house arrest. He couldn't think of anything beyond that clown's face as he sat on the ledge of the crumbling building and stared in shock at the destruction. His intention had been to pass by it. But good intention often back lashed at him anyway. Terry barely flinched at the sound of Bruce's voice. Hardly reacted even as the Tumbler came to a stop not to far.
It was almost like the night that Bruce had found him. "I can't get him out of my head..." His voice trailed off. "I'm.." His brows furrowed, though the expression was lost with the cowl.