"Sorry." Terry didn't give an excuse. He didn't think he should even bother-Bruce wouldn't have wanted one. So thinking up some reason he was late was beyond him. Wayne told him never to be late. Batman couldn't be late. Terry was still learning. He was still struggling. Balancing school, family, social life, and Batman was hard. He didn't know how the others did it.
If these were the same thugs starting to form now that lasted to the later years of Gotham city-and he could stop them early on. Just think of how things could be altered. How different his future could be. If it wasn't-he still had to stop them, for the future of this city. Because he'd seen what 'simple gangs' like this could do. What irritated him the most was the fact that everyone was writing them off as just another clown. Just another villain. If they knew what it was like in Gotham 2040 they'd be singing a different tune. They'd realize why Terry hated clowns. There was nothing funny about them.
"I'm here now. Lets go." He lacked confidence with the glider-but that was normal. He'd never been on it before. He missed the plane the instant free air touched his skin and he realized he'd pretty much just be riding the fickle currents. Nothing around him for protection. He glanced nervously at Helena and chewed subtly at his lip.
"Lead the way." A hint of what he hoped sounded like humor. If Babs was trying to rid of the cocky in him-this was defiantly the way.