InsaneJournal

Who: Terry McGinnis and Cameron
When: Wednesday, late night/early morning.
Where: A random street in the middle of NYC.
What: Terry arrives from Gotham, batsuit and all.
Rating/Status: PG / Complete!

As he glided through Gotham City's night skies, Terry felt lucky that his suit hadn't sustained much damage during his confrontation with Inque. Every time he thought she would be down - or put away - for good, she always managed to come back. And every time she did, Terry was left bruised, if not worse. He remembered with a cringe how he had once even had the lovely experience of vomiting her all over the batcave. At least she had stayed out of his body this time.

Not that she was defeated. She had escaped from him this time, though he supposed she had technically escaped every time. He really had to work on a quick and easy way of subduing her. Something more effective than water. And ice. And electricity. He'd think about that later. He was exhausted and would only manage to catch a couple of hours of sleep before morning as it was.

Terry was nearly to Wayne Manner when all of a sudden, he was jerked downward. He let out a small, surprised grunt, at which Bruce, through the communicator, called, "Everything okay out there?" Terry didn't have a chance to respond, because immediately thereafter, he hit the ground.

It wasn't his night, that was for sure. With a groan, he pushed himself up and back on his feet, readying himself for Inque or whomever was messing with him this time. It was quiet, dark, but something was off. He looked around. No Inque, but it seemed like he wasn't in Gotham anymore.

"Can you hear me?" he whispered to Bruce. Apparently not. There was no response.

Terry turned around, eying the street. These buildings were not Gotham's buildings. These streets were not Gotham's streets. Something was very wrong. He tried to call the batmobile, but, as expected, nothing happened.