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Terry McGinnis (futurebat) wrote in silverage,

Maybe she was genuinely confused, Terry thought, though he could almost hear Bruce warning him to keep on his guard. He mustered up the energy to do just that, but he couldn't help a small, sardonic smile at being asked if he was lost. That one won the understatement of the night award. He was beyond lost, the street and station names the woman rattled off meaning nothing to him.

It had been Terry who fell, but both his pride and the fact that he hadn't truly fallen - something had definitely pulled him - kept him from admitting that. Instead, he gave a halfhearted shrug. "I just got here," he replied. It was true, even if the woman would have no idea what he meant by that, and even if it skirted around her question.

Costume party. Strange city. A lack of recognition for him, for Batman. The archaic atmosphere. His eyes widened slightly when the question occurred to him. Undoubtedly, it would have been Bruce's first question, had they still been in communication. Now that they weren't, Terry couldn't help but wonder if he relied a little too much on the old man.

At least, he supposed, he had managed to come up with the question at all. Besides, he didn't need Bruce. He had managed on his own more than a few times.

"What year is it?" If this woman truly was what she seemed, she'd probably think he was crazy. Then again, he was a vigilante modeled after a bat. She probably wouldn't be the first to find him odd, hero or not.