Who: Terry and Roy What: Somebodies in need of pain medicine and sleep, guess who's not gonna get much of either? When: Post The doom. Where: The alley he passed out in. Warnings: um..graphic and angsty? rating: high Status: in progress..
The late night hours bled into early morning, still there was no sign of Terry McGinnis. The last indication that he was even still alive was a comm link he'd sent to Roy. Even that was hours ago. He hadn't contacted him since, worse; his link had been offline too. He Hadn't been able to turn it back on. This was a nightmare. Literally. No one knew where he was. He would never get to tell his girlfriend his secret, never see the "real" Bruce Wayne, Roy, or Lian again. This had to be it. It felt like it was. The JLA was done. There was nothing he could do to bring back the ones they knew. The ones that were here had made that painfully clear, they weren't even connected except they had the same name. Same powers. Everything he'd finally accepted in this painfully primitive world was null and void. Bruce would never be his father again. That was what hurt the most. More than any physical wound the Batman could have given.
Bruce Wayne rejected him. Warren McGinnis was dead. His family supposedly didn't even exist anymore. What did it all matter? What was he fighting for? He had never felt worse. Even when realizing he might have been nothing but a clone of Bruce Wayne. It hurt, but not like this. This was...he didn't really have words for what this was. Inhumane described it best.
The only thing he left behind as a homing beacon was the Tumbler. It was parked on the streets outside the alley. The engine by now was cold and had died hours ago.