Terry Mcginnis (batman2point0) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-07-31 14:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne/batman, terry mcginnis/batman |
Who: Batman and..Batman. xD. Yes Terry has his colors and suit back finally.
What: nothing good.
When:July 31st, midnight
Where: In the city, the not so good side.
Warnings: TBA. BUT NOT GOOD THINGS XD;.
Rating: Medium, potential NPC death.
Terry had been up and down in emotional hell since Dick went into the hospital. Earlier still, since he took a life for the first time. He didn't know how to cope with it and move past. He was starting to get comfortable with the idea that the Joker had tortured him, that Bruce was his dad. Then more bullshit fell on him. He was at the end of his rope. It haunted him every time he closed his eyes he saw that one's face. The one who pushed him to far, and he worried if it would happen again. Held back too much. Or maybe not enough. Night time he didn't sleep anymore, they were spent in the cave running scenarios of the fight. Each one ended in the same result. He had no choice. Kill or be killed. Was that what this was really about? Every death he caused tore at a piece of his soul. That's what made him different. He cared. But why couldn't he see it?
All he saw was that he was forced to kill after all the times he heard Bruce say there was always another way. His victim wore Bruce's face. That's what scared him the most. Maybe all this really was a curse. The curse of Batman. Everyone around him died. Why should he fight it anymore?
Terry was on patrol pressing a demon for information when he heard the sound of police sirens. Robbery at 35th and main he heard over his comm links in his cowl and crouched in the shadows of a building storefront to watch police begin to flood the streets. 35th and Main wasn't to far. Extending his arms he left his demon contact behind and used the wind currents and his glider to touch down ontop of a rig following the police cars. Maybe this was the lead he'd been waiting for on Dick's shooter. It was a long shot but that was all he had, he'd take it.
Silently he jumped from the top of the truck to a police car that came to a stop. Using the police cars like stepping stools he silently, in the shadows went from one to the other. The sky was cloudy and a light rain began to fall. Perfect. Terry really hopped Bruce designed the suit with traction. So far so good. He over heard the police shouting orders to eachother. Always a bank. Haven't they learned about silent alarms yet? Terry rolled his eyes and shot a grappling hook to the roof, So far unseen-so he thought. He knew he shouldn't have been out alone, but he needed it. To get out. The mansion was starting to feel suffocating. And weird. He had butlers.
Terry found his target. A skylight. Silently he unlocked and opened it with little difficulty and slipped down inside onto a rafter. Looking around. That's when he spotted them. The robbers. Not Dick's shooter..but robbers that needed to go down none the less. Terry counted them. 1,2,3,4... a handful. So much for getting back home in time for the Late Show and a pizza. Damn and it was a new episode tonight. Landing in the shadows on the ground he smothered the lookout. "If you want to make a withdrawal I suggest coming back during normal banking hours." Terry quipped as he stood.
They ran for him. Jump. Another. Sidestep. Something from behind he hadn't seen before. Pain. Terry saw red and fell forward. The video link in his visor flickered and blacked out. come on, not now The two still standing were striking him with something heavy. Bats it felt like. Ironic. Painfully ironic. They thought he was unconscious. Silly thugs always thought he was unconscious. That was their first mistake. He grabbed the bat from the one behind him, threw him forward. Stood with his head throbbing, and sent the bat into the last one's shoulder. The man crumpled, Terry stood over him.
Creep. Dreg. Didn't deserve to get back up. His hand tightened against the bat. His eyes trained on the robber. Murderer. Killer. Terry heard those words in his head like a broken disk stuck on repeat.