Who:Terry and AU!Bruce. What: The kid returns home after his fight with Kal. When: Early Wednesday morning. Where: The Caves. Then the manor. Warnings: TBA but probably a highish thread again. Thar be lots of those goin' on. Status:in progress.. ooc: Post This
Terry was hurting as he pulled into the secret entrance to the Bat-cave. The Tumbler was damaged. He knew he was in for it. Maybe he'd get lucky and Bruce would go easy on him. They had an argument the day before that raised some painful questions, but somehow he doubted it. Everyone was on edge from crazy doppel-hell. So as he killed the engine and climbed out he looked around. Maybe Bruce had gone to bed already and he was gonna get lucky after all.
Crossing the caves to the vault where they held the Kryptonite, he punched in a code. His back turned and his eyes closed slightly. He could taste more blood touching the back of his throat. Damnit..Kal really did a number on his ribs, breathing wasn't gonna be fun the next few days. At least he didn't have to worry much about laughing. That wasn't something he'd done in a while. Depositing the Kryptonite back in the safe, he pulled off his mask and headed for the bat computer. Sitting down heavily in the comfortable leather chair he watched the screen and turned on the news just in time to see something disturbing. Oh good, just what he needed after fighting Kal. Possibly more fighting. Why didn't he ever just go to bed afterward? That would be easy. Things rarely happened for Terry the easy way.
Touching his chest his ribs protested by sending a sharp pain through his spine. "Agh.." So maybe Bruce was right and he shouldn't have run off after Kal. Maybe. Spitting blood at the ground, he winced at the tangy copper flavor that filled his mouth and turned down the volume of the computer to call upstairs. He knew the Butlers would hate him, considering it was barely the crack of dawn. But he needed pain killers. He needed something to get rid of the blood in his mouth. How did vampires do it? They always seemed to enjoy it but he couldn't fathom how, it always tasted like rusty nails.