Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and they are all C) to Warner Brothers and DC comics.
Jailbat is my new story, it is not a sequal to Fateful Illusions, in fact it has nothing to do with that, and it will possibly be shorter but I don't know yet we shall see. Thank you for coming to read and please enjoy.
May 17: 3:00AM
It was 3'oclock in the morning and Terry was groggy after a long night of routine patrol. He had found a few Jokers and T's here and there but for the most part it had been a quiet night. Of course that didn't stop Bruce from keeping Terry out instead it made the old man more skeptical. The city was hardly ever quiet.
Terry groggily opened the front door and slammed his keys on the table. Long ago he once cared about being quiet in the wee hours of the morning so his mother and brother could get some sleep but that was long ago. He went to his room and collapsed on the bed. He wondered how much sleep an eye could carry, if he were to guess he would have about 15 tons every night. He soon passed out, a habit that tended to get him in trouble at school, but not now, not in his quiet bed this late at night….
In no time the usual alarm rang, and he groggily slammed it wondering how it wasn't broken by now. He rolled out of bed and slowly got ready for another long day of school.
His mom poked her head in and looked at the incredibly slow speed he was getting ready. His books were scattered all over the place which were evidence that he had attempted to do his homework before the usual call from Bruce.
"When you get home today we have to have a talk," Mary said with a sigh in her voice.
Terry snatched the books from the floor and shoved them into his pack before storming out of his room with the usual annoyance of his mom who would hound him about his grades and sloppy ways. She had already made him see a shrink about it who said these habits were due to an unconscious mind which had still not gotten over his father's death or some crap like that. Who cared anymore?
The bell rang and Terry was, of course, late for class. Mrs. Hill made a point every morning of locking the door, so Terry would have to sit there and bang on it every morning to get into class. She would open it, mark the tardy, and continue on with her lecture without caring that the late students had already missed half of it. This morning was no different.
As he walked into the classroom he noticed Max looking down at him with the usual sigh of understanding. She had always emailed him the notes and he knew that she would yet again. He made his way up to the seat and sat down. Mrs. Hill had already started again before he even sat down. He looked on the screen and read the note Max had sent him.
When will the fun ever end?
The message was accompanied by a very exaggerated cartoon of Mrs. Hill swimming in a pool of sharks. Terry smiled sleepily and emailed her a response:
When pigs fly and the school is no longer filled with staff that are too afraid to tell her that she is overweight and has BO.
How long did it turn out to be last night.
3AM
Ouch
What's new?
He was still amazed at how Max could pay attention to what the old teacher was saying, take notes, and still reply to his emails, all at the same time. It made her a prodigy in the art of multitasking. He then began to wonder if she could give him lessons of how to sleep, appear awake, take notes, and understand the information all at the same time. It was a wonder why he wasn't flunking by now.
The bell rang and he walked quietly to his locker. As he started to exchange books he heard his name called from someone far away in the hall. He quickly finished and slung his book bag on his back before turning to look. Oddly he found his mother and some random police officer standing by the office. Curious now he made his way through the busy hall to them. When he finally managed to make it he found tears in his mother's eyes. Before he had the chance to ask what was wrong the officer said,
"Terry Miginnis you are under arrest for the murder of Bruce Wayne, you have the right to an attorney-" The rest of what the officer said might as well have been said to a brick wall as he felt the cold handcuffs wrap around his wrist.
I still am a jerk aren't I? I'm sorry to leave you guys hanging like this but I think that I can update on a pretty good rate as it is summer and I am homebound. What do you guys think so far?