Difference

Summery: What if Bruce had gotten his eternal youth experiment complete and still managed to keep his own self in his body. So now, he has eternal youth…forever. Based after the episode, Out of The past. So what is Terry's place in all this? And as Gotham finally has gotten used to Batman flying around again, the real crazies decide to come out and play.

Ok, I know, another Bruce is young story, but personally, it's so much better that way. I'll probably write about Bruce being young all the time, it's so much fun, things can be way hotter. Cause honestly, no one as old as Bruce can handle being in a relationship with someone as young as Terry, there's no way Terry would be satisfied (in more ways than one). So, yeah, but don't worry it's a different plot then "Something Other Than Youth." my other story and I think this one will be better and most defiantly more thought out and not such an abrupt ending. :)

Also, I might as well put a warning cause some people are just brats and like to review my story without reading it just to tell me that they disapprove. So, this is the warning.

WARNING: This story is technically Incest because in the episode Epilogue (which is not part of Batman Beyond series) it is reviled to Terry that he has Bruce's DNA in him, therefore making Bruce is father...sort of. lol

Also, this is Slash/Yaoi, whatever you want to call it. But it's a boyxboy story, don't like, please don't read and inform me of your disapproval (again).

Now, away with the nasty stuff. Here is the first chapter! Please review, I enjoy them very much, I really do. I hope you guys like this one! :) :)

Oh! Also, there is a list of slang words that is used often in Batman Beyond below and they will also show up in the story just as frequent. So, familiarize yourselves! :)

Slang:

Dreg: A Loser, a Punk

Schway: Very cool; awesome

Slag: To destroy something

Slagged: tired; exhausted

Slagit: To curse something

Twip: A dork;

Rips: Awesome

Fiz : A Drink; A Soda

REM Deprived Tired

Spry: Nimble

ENJOY!! :) :)

Chapter 1: Batman then and Batman Now



Terry was beginning to see the differences between him and Bruce…as Batman. For one, Terry wasn't as strong, but he was faster. Bruce had always had a bit of a looming quality in him…Terry, well, he was smaller, thinner, faster, he moved easy and didn't use intimidation quite as much as Bruce had, he didn't need too. Though Bruce was never slow, he just used more of a straightforward approach and he never talked, Terry himself liked to tease and annoy. And of course, as the Commissioner liked to put it, Bruce had tended to be cold, no emotion, while Terry was just the opposite while in the suit. He had turned down the mocking though since he first started, but still there were too many things in life that were dying to be made fun of, Terry couldn't let everything go. But as of right now, at this moment, Terry held back his tongue, as much as he didn't want too. Instead, he settled for many glances and snickers to himself, whenever Bruce wasn't watching that is.

"What?"

Terry shook his head, he also didn't know how long he could keep himself from random puns, mocking phrases, or just outright sarcasm, and he had already held his tongue for three weeks.

Terry jumped off the small med-table and came up behind Bruce, starring up at the screen with a small smirk on his face. In the chair, Bruce sighed and swirled around to look at Terry.

"Alright, go on."

Terry glanced at Bruce, not believing him for one minute. The original Batman may give permission at times, but his tone of voice never did. And well, now that Bruce was…different, well he wasn't going to take a jab at Bruce, not yet.

"Nope."

"McGinnis, you've been snickering around me for three weeks, just let it out so I can hit you."

Terry shook his head.

"No no, I promised I would hold back on the joking, I can't break my record now can I?"

Bruce glared at him.

"Right, so that little 'conversation' last night with Inque wasn't mocking at all."

"You were listening?"

"McGinnis, I'm always listening."

"Eh, creeper!"

Terry chuckled as he got another sigh from Bruce, as well as an eye roll.

"You should get going."

Leaning down, next to Bruce's shoulder, Terry sneered happily,

"You sure you don't want to go this time?"

Bruce glared once again.

"McGinnis, I've told you once and I'm not going to tell you again, now get your ass moving."

Terry laughed and straightened up, whatever Bruce said.

Terry wasn't sure when this…well, whatever it was, started, but it was certainly new. His teasing and sarcasm had started to become…almost, flirtatious with Bruce. And it didn't help that Bruce teased right back. It started three weeks before Bruce Ra's daughter showed up and then it continued right on through, adding another three weeks. However, the difference was that Bruce had gotten the full treatment of eternal youth, to an age younger than he had agreed. But Terry noticed how much more flirty he had gotten. Not particularly with himself, though it did seem Bruce was putting more of an interest in him, but with women…young women. And they flirted back! With Bruce Wayne, who was supposed to be almost eighty. Apparently, age didn't matter when the person looked young enough. Of course, Terry didn't have room to talk really, not with what was suddenly popping up between him and Bruce, though it might just be him. Still, Terry wasn't going to think too hard on it, not when he wasn't sure.

"Maybe I should talk to Max." Terry mumbled, twisting his wrist forward, leaning back into the hum of the bat car as it jumped a gear.

"Make it on your own time."

Terry jumped, managing to hit his head, and then let out a long line of curse words.

"Wayne!"

"You should be used to this McGinnis, whatever you're spacing on, stop it."

Terry grumbled, sometimes he really wanted to cut the radio link, but the last he had done that…well…Terry didn't really want to be reminded of that.

It was a quite night, just a few break ins that weren't much trouble. Terry had flown throughout the city three times before Bruce jumped back on the link.

"Alright, nothing too big, the police can handle the rest."

Terry grinned, just what he needed, early release. He had been bugged half to death by Dana and surprisingly, Max, to go do something for once. He had promised he'd try and get off early, looks like this was one promise he wouldn't have to break. It didn't take long to get back into the bat cave, jump out of the car, mask flying off, and strip down to his boxer's before pulling on his jeans and shirt.

Bruce stared at Terry as the teen rushed around the cave, accomplishing what usually took him at least an hour (with all the stopping to talk and play with Ace) in less than ten minutes.

"In a hurry, I see."

Terry chuckled and pulled on his jacket.

"I'm not going to stick around in case something comes up, that's what phones are for."

"Good." Bruce said, standing. It was then Terry noticed Bruce wasn't dressed in his normal cloths. In fact, the newly youth rejuvenated man was dressed in a pitch-black suit, a very slick, form fitting, pitch-black suit.

"Y-you're going out?"

Bruce smirked,

"Got a problem with that, McGinnis."

"N-no. What about Ace?"

"Actually," Bruce said, looking down at the large, black Dane.

Terry looked down at him too and groaned. He didn't have anything against Ace, really, he loved the dog now just as much as it were his own, but he had promised Dana and Max.

"I was hoping you could watch him."

"Wayne, come on. I promised Dana and Max."

"You can take him with you."

Ace whined for effect.

"To a club?"

Bruce shrugged,

"Go someplace else."

Terry looked down at Ace, whose huge dark eyes watched him happily, tail wagging. Terry could swear there was a smile on that dog's face. Terry sighed.

"Oh, ok."

Ace barked and jumped up from his laying position and charged at Terry, running around him in a circle before stopping and nuzzling his hip. Terry couldn't help but smile. He bent down, so Ace was at his eye level (a little above really) and scratched behind Ace's eyes.

"You're just too cute, ya know."

Ace barked and licked Terry's nose.

"Here," Bruce said, holding out a black leash, "just in case he gets out of hand."

Terry took the leash, but doubted that he would need it. Ace was smart and trained very well. The only time he ever took off was when Terry allowed him too during missions. Even if something passed by that excited Ace, he didn't budge if Terry or Bruce said so. Of course, there was also Ace's own intuition. The Great Dane tended to burst in just at the right time when trouble was lurking about as well.

Terry patted Ace one more time before standing,

"Come on, boy. Daddy wants to have some fun tonight."

Bruce rolled his eyes, but a smirk was there.

"If it gets too late, leave him in the front."

Terry nodded. He wouldn't of course; he could never leave Ace outside the Wayne mansion, not anymore. He felt bad for the Dane, even when he didn't like the dog.

"Don't get too wild, old man." Terry teased.

Bruce gave Terry a look, making the teen laugh.

"Right, right, not so old anymore."

"No, just not old looking." Bruce corrected.

Terry laughed again and opened the door, Ace at his side. Bruce closed the door behind both of them, calling Terry as the teen reached the front gate. Terry turned in time as keys were thrown at his face.

"What's this for?"

"My car,"

Terry gave him a confused look.

"You can't leave with Ace on your bike."

"Right, what are you driving?"

"My other car."

Terry frowned; he had forgotten just how rich Bruce was. It was a bit of a surprise though when two cars were sitting out front, both slick, black, and small.

"Be careful, I know how you drive with the bat car. If you didn't need it, I wouldn't be letting you drive it."

Terry chuckled,

"Come on, Mr. Wayne, I'm not that bad."

Bruce snorted.

"I mean it."

Terry nodded and opened the door, letting Ace jump in first.

"Have fun."

And Terry was off. Bruce smirked, watching as the car turned the corner,

"Don't worry, I will."

Terry slowed the slick, sports car to a stop when he spotted Dana and Max standing outside a club, waiting in line. Dana was going to mad, really mad. Still, Terry could think of something else to do…that didn't involve a park. Taking a deep breath, Terry rolled down the window and yelled at the two girls.

"Hey!"

Dana and Max looked at one another and then the car. Dana's eyes widened in shock, Max's crinkled in a smile.

"Schway car, Ter."

Terry smiled,

"It's Mr. Wayne's."

"Still." Max said.

Terry unlocked the door and with a click of a button and it swung open.

"Get in."

Dana frowned,

"I thought we were gunna be in the club."

Terry pointed to the back, Ace barked happily.

"Aw, Ter, come on, you're always working!"

Terry shrugged.

"Come on, Dana, we can still have fun." Max said, giving her a stern pleading look, as if to say just go with it for once and stop bitching.

"No way, I'm not going to hang around a park all night."

"We don't have too." Terry said, "We can hang out at my place."

Dana rolled her eyes,

"Ter, you're little brother is there, it's not going to be the same."

Max huffed and leaned back in the seat. She had been standing around with Dana all night and all she ever did was bitch about how Terry was never there for her. There was only so much Max could take, Terry didn't deserve this, he deserved much better. If Dana wanted someone to cling to her, every second then she could date Howard. And if she wanted someone who complimented her and took her nice places then she could date Nelson.

"Dana, just get in, it'll be fun. This is the first time Terry's gotten some time to hang in a long time. It shouldn't matter what we do."

Dana huffed back at Max.

"Yeah, aright, let's go to his house so he can fall asleep on me. Great time right there."

Max growled this time,

"What's the big deal? At least Terry cares about you."

"Really? Maybe he should try harder to get time off then."

"Um…" Terry said, looking back and forth between the two girls, "I'm right here."

But Dana and Max ignored him and continued their fighting.

"That's crap Dana. If he wasn't working you'd complain about him not having enough money to go do things."

"Well I'd rather have him be broke then have a weird ass job. It's not normal!"

"Hey-" Terry spoke up.

"Shut up, Ter. This isn't about you." Dana snapped.

Terry rolled his eyes and muttered to himself,

"No, of course not."

Max stood from the car and stepped close to Dana.

"At least he's doing something instead of sitting around all day and bitching about how you're life sucks because you're boyfriend has a job."

"I don't see him enough for him to be considered my boyfriend."

Terry stared at the two girls, suddenly getting the feeling were it was going. He sighed angrily and leaned back in the seat, arms crossed.

"You only treat as a boyfriend when it suits you!"

"That's shit! I wait around for him all the time!"

"Then make plans when he has time for sure!"

Dana growled and flipped her hair.

"I do! And I get ditched."

Max glared and jabbed Dana with her finger,

"Maybe he does that on purpose since you can be such a bitch."

Dana gasped and then glared at Terry over Max's shoulder.

"McGinnis! That is it, it's over! I mean it, I'm done!"

Then Dana just stormed off down the street. Max blinked in shock, she wasn't expecting that. She turned around to look at Terry, who sat stunned.

"You just broke up with Dana for me…"

Ace whined in the back seat.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Ter."

Terry sighed, shook his head and placed his hands on the steering wheel.

"Naw, it was probably going to happen anyway. All we ever do is fight anyhow."

"Really?" Max asked, getting back in the car, "you're not going to go all Bat-crazy on me."

Terry chuckled.

"No. Actually, I mean I feel bad saying this, but I don't really feel that bad about it."

"Still, sorry."

"It's ok, still wanna go watch a movie at my place?"

Max smiled,

"Sure, but when you drop the mutt off, you have to let me see Wayne Mansion."

Terry gave her a look.

"Ok, but only the house, no bat cave or anything. Bruce would kill me."

Max smirked at the slip, Terry had been doing that as of lately. Calling Wayne Bruce. In fact all Terry seemed to do was talk about Wayne, especially since his latest trip sent him into the wonders of eternal youth. She suspected many reasons why Terry didn't feel all that bad about breaking up with Dana and Bruce was one of the top ones. It was all starting to be obvious to her, though she was sure Terry wasn't noticing it. He may be Batman, but he didn't notice many things when it came to himself.

Terry and Max ended up watching only half a movie before Terry fell asleep, in which Max just giggled and placed a blanket over the sleeping teen. She patted Ace on the head and got up from the couch to fetch Terry's alarm clock. It was only 10:30 at night, she would sent the alarm to midnight, then Terry could take Ace back home. So she unplugged it and placed it on the side table next to Terry's head, plugged it in and set it for midnight. When she looked up she gave a small 'oh' as Ace had stolen her spot on the couch, curled up next to Terry. Or rather on Terry, Ace took up the entire couch, his head and front paws resting on Terry's lap. Max laughed and patted Ace again before scribbling Terry a note and heading out the door. The train station wasn't far from here so she felt pretty safe without getting a ride home.

Terry woke with the soft click from the front door though, shaking him a bit more than expected. Ace looked up at Terry as he flinched and whined.

"Hey, boy."

Ace gave a small, friendly growl.

"Max went home huh?"

A bark and Terry smiled, getting to his feet.

"Well, I better get you back too, come on."

Terry was a bit unfocused as he drove back to the Wayne Mansion in Bruce's car, Ace in the front seat next to him. Everything was going to change… it had already changed. Bruce hadn't found out about Talia begin possessed by Ra's Al Ghul until after the eternal youth had taken full effects, after four trials of being dipped in that smoky green liquid, and turn back to an age far younger than forty. Still they had gotten out, Talia hadn't and now, Bruce was stuck with eternal youth. Terry had to admit, eternal youth sounded great, even Max said so, but now Bruce was going to stay the same way…forever. He wasn't going to age any more, ever. The though scared Terry a bit. The more he thought about it the weirder it got. When Terry would grow too old to be Batman, well, Bruce would pick up the slack and Terry would be the one hiding behind the computer. Irony sucked.

Bruce had told him that he didn't feel right, getting something in return, being so…godly and they had meant to leave…but they just didn't. Terry wondered if the guilt bothered Bruce. He hadn't been keen on getting the procedure in the first place. Now it was done and permanent, well, Terry hoped Bruce wouldn't do anything too rash. Terry didn't dare bring it up, he wanted to know, badly, but it wasn't his place. Which also concerned him, usually he wouldn't care if it was his place or not, he would poke and prod until someone told him. But asking about Talia, about being eternally young, there was something in Bruce's eyes that made him back down.

By the time Terry got to Wayne Mansion it was raining, hard. It was also close to midnight, he hadn't thought it would take almost two hours just to get up to the Mansion. But traffic and weather conditions had proved him wrong. He wasn't looking forward to riding back on his bike. Still as much as having a bike instead of a car could be a downer, Terry wouldn't trade it in for the world. Besides, why buy a car when Bruce had tons of them he could use. The gate opened as he pulled up and Terry frowned, only Bruce could open that from the inside. He couldn't believe he was home already.

In a few minutes Terry had the car parked away and Ace inside the mansion. He frowned, it was…clean, all of it. The whole mansion was sparkling and brand new looking. There was light in every room and…music? Terry frowned and walked toward the music. Ace following on his heels. The hallway wasn't as dark as it usually was and an even brighter light was at the end of it, on the side. It was coming from the Dining 

area. Terry looked at Ace and shushed at him, giving the Great Dane a heads up to keep it quiet. Sneaking up, Terry poked his head around the doorway. And what he saw was a big surprise. There were at least 30 people in the large room, and Bruce was in the center, a glass of Champagne in his hand and a very attractive red head holding his other hand. Terry didn't let the twinge of jealously go, but he did push it to the back of his mind. He recognized some of the people from Bruce's company. Higher up's, people that Bruce has known his whole life. And there were others that Terry didn't know too, but he suspected they were old friends as well, some of them looked to be just as old as Bruce had been. In fact, a flash of white caught his attention and Terry recognized the women in the long dress to be the commissioner.

"A party huh." Terry muttered, Ace whined and poked his head into the dining room as well.

It was odd to see Bruce surrounded by women…young women…very attractive young women. Some of them looked barely out of high school. They all stood around Bruce, giggling and laughing, touching him whenever, hugging him. And Bruce, well he just chuckled on back with them, hugged back, smiled, and made sly jokes. It was different…it was Bruce Wayne…how he should be. The man that Barbara Gordon had fallen in love was back and he was back for good. Terry's boss and mentor was no longer just Mr. Wayne, the poor lonely old man. No, he was Bruce Wayne, a bachelor, rich, young (forever), famous, and very very much the playboy.

Ace whined again and Terry was starting to feel the same way as the large black dog. Bruce was the head of his company again and he was working as head of the company. That means all that money that Bruce had…it was going to triple in size in one year alone. Terry was starting to doubt just how long Bruce was going to keep him around.

"Slagit…guess you won't be seeing so much of me real soon, mutt."

Ace whined and licked his face.

Terry stood and turned away from the door.

"Come on, Ace. I'll feed ya and get ya to bed."

Ace whined again and followed Terry.

"So, the dog is the only one with a bed time around here, McGinnis?"

Terry glanced back. Barbra Gordon smiled at him from the doorway, her white dress flowing and bright. Even in her old age, she was very beautiful.

"Looks like I'll be getting one too."

The commissioner chuckled.

"Don't give up on him so easily, McGinnis."

Terry shrugged.

"I'm starting to think its gunna be a little late for that."

The commissioner frowned.

"You're really going to give up the suit?"

Terry stopped.

"No, just on him."

Barbra sighed and watched Terry and Ace disappear into the hallway's darkness.

It didn't take long for Ace to eat and drink some water and Terry put him up in Bruce's room, where the dog always slept. Kneeling, Terry scratched Ace's ears.

"Looks like a lonely night for the both of us, huh boy?"

Ace barked, whined, and then licked Terry's cheek.

"Yeah, me too. Stay in here ok?"

Ace barked again and with a few more licks Terry stood.

"Night, Ace."

Terry closed the door behind him and Ace jumped up on Bruce's bed, circled a few times before curing down at the bottom and falling asleep in seconds.

Terry though didn't have it that easy. He still had to drive back in the pouring rain, on his bike. That was going to take a long time. Terry hated driving in the rain, he didn't mind walking in it, but driving, no. but there was no stopping it. His mom would be home soon, late hours were usually really late and it was starting to get to that point. Not to mention school tomorrow…with Dana.

"Damn." Terry muttered to himself, finding his bike in the large garage. Swinging his leg over, Terry revved up the engine and shot out into the dark, raining night. He had better not get sick from this.

The drive home hadn't been too long, an hour, but the rain wasn't very kind and Terry collapsed the minute he set foot in his room. Which meant he didn't change out of his wet cloths and only managed to make his bed wet as well.

"Bruce."

Bruce Wayne looked forward, taking his eyes off the young red head he had been talking too.

"Barbra, glad to see you made it."

Barbra smirked and crossed her arms.

"Of course, I wanted to see how fast you would change back, Bruce."

"I only look 30, I don't act like it."

Barbara glanced around her and tsked,

"No of course not, that's not what this party says at all."

Bruce smirked and raised a glass of wine to Barbra.

"This is a business meeting."

"Mm-mhm. Tell that to everyone tomorrow when the wake up with headaches."

"A little champagne never got anyone drunk before."

A loud crash and then a deep, silly, obviously drunken laugh startled some of the party guests. Bruce chuckled,

"But martinis certainly do."

Barbra sighed, but took the glass. Bruce Wayne really was back. He may have the wisdom and knowledge of an old man, but being young changed you.

"Bruce…"

"Don't worry," Bruce said, taking Barbra by the arm and a way from the small group he had been standing with, "I'm not, no matter how much it looks like it, I'm not going to act like I used to."

Barbra stared up at Bruce, funny how old age could change someone just as much. Bruce towered over her, even when he was hunched over and now, well, she had forgotten just how tall he really was.

"Youth changes everyone, Bruce. You may not become the person you were at 30, but you already are close to it."

Bruce sighed and took a small drink of the wine.

"Is that really such a bad thing?"

Barbra shrugged,

"Ask McGinnis."

And walked off to go talk to someone else. Bruce watched her go.

She was right in a way. Bruce felt exactly like his old self, and now that he was going to be this way for eternity, well, he didn't really know what to think. But he was acting how he did in his youth, some things just came naturally. Still, Bruce knew he had the common sense of an 80-year-old man. However, some would argue that common sense from someone that old wasn't much better. Bruce knew that he hadn't changed much in his old age though…he had just become…bitter. Something about youth just had an effect on people, whether they want it too or not. Still, Bruce wasn't the cocky young man he was, being bitter for so long and sobered him up a bit. Of course, it was still there, even as an old man, Terry brought it out in him. Now, he felt like he always did around Terry with or without him, himself.

Barbra had always said she fell in love with the man he was, it looked like he was going to be that man again, forever. But the question wasn't about girls or Barbra anymore…it was now about Terry.

Bruce sighed and looked around, suddenly, all he wanted to do was be down in the bat cave yelling at Terry through the com link, teasing him, listening to him complain. Being social just didn't seem…well, him anymore.

"Guess a part of me still can't let go of the old man either." Bruce muttered to himself before diving back into the groups of richly dressed people.

Whatever was going to happen, it was going to be different…much different.

Yay! First Chapter! Please tell me what you guys think! And the only way to do that is to review. LOL! Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it! Look for the next chapter!

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