I know it's idiotic to start another set of Batman Beyond drabbles, but I get really bored in my classes, so this spawned, XD I felt like doing something short, so there will only be seven drabbles, following the colors of the rainbow.

Yeah, I know, I'm a moron.

Everything will be short, and hopefully I'll get through them somewhat quickly, so there'll something to look forward from me as I continue to search for a new songshot for In Between the Lines.

$4$

We took our chance out on the street
And I missed my chance and chances are
It won't be comin' back to me

- "Desperately," by Michelle Branch

Red.

At the funeral, everyone's there.

Not just his friends and former/current coworkers from Wayne-Powers. The whole old JLU is there, along with all the current JLU members, and then there's Wonder Woman, and Superman, and Lucius Fox, and she could swear she saw a portly old man that looked just like the Penguin…

There all there for him, old and new alike.

And they're all wearing black.

Max lingers in the back, shifting from foot to foot in smart heels. Yes, she knew Wayne pretty well in the last decade, possibly better than half the people here, but she had made her peace with him already. She'd be lying to Wayne if she kidded herself into thinking he was the reason why she was there.

And she didn't lie to Wayne.

"So where's the kid?"

Max glances at the woman standing next to her. She's old, probably as old as Wayne, give or take a few years. Her actual age is hard to peg, because her long silver hair added on a few years, but her clear, sharp eyes were reminiscent of a much younger woman hiding under the beautifully aged skin.

"He's here," Max says, not bothering to feign ignorance. She's standing in a graveyard full of superheroes; there are no secrets today.

The woman tilts her head, brushing platinum bangs out of her face. "He loved the kid," she says, keeping her tone conversational. "More than the sidekicks, even. That kid was always his son, regardless of DNA."

Max hadn't cried the whole day, Hell, she hadn't cried the whole horrendous month, but hearing her words made Max's eyes mist over.

"You can't let this affect his job."

She looks up sharply, staring into the woman's strong green eyes. "The kid needed him, yes," she continues. "But Gotham needs him more. You're all that's left to keep him from giving up the job completely."

Max opens her mouth, ready to argue and point out the gorgeous petite Asian woman clutching Terry's arm in comfort. Before she can, the woman slides on a pair of sleek, expensive-looking sunglasses, flashes a quick, wry smile, and adds, "The flowers are from me."

She turns and disappears into the crowd, and Max looks back at the funeral. Everyone sent flowers, but Max knows instinctively what the woman meant.

Only one bouquet was sent to the house. Bright, vibrant tiger lilies in a simple metal vase with the handwritten tag, Love Forever, Isis.

The crowd begins to part as Terry makes his way back to the car with Dana in tow. He's crying, but his head is held high and he seems to seek her eyes out in the crowd. A look of understanding passes between them, and she can feel tears slowly beginning to well in her eyes.

Everyone at the funeral is in black.

Terry and Max wear red.

$4$

I thought this was a decent little drabble, and it gave me a pretty good opportunity to play with one of my favorite original Batman villains. ;) If you squint, you could almost consider this a prequel-shot to In Between the Lines' "I Do Not Hook Up." It's almost scary how much it fits, now that I'm thinking about it, because it wasn't intended that way at all.

The next color will be, for those of you that don't remember the childhood pneumonic of Roy G. Biv, Orange.

Not every drabble will be Terry/Max, though, It is my go-to couple, so probably a majority will be Terry/Max, but you'll probably see Brucie and Dana and possibly even Melanie and Mary/Matt thrown in there.

Who knows?

(I sure don't.)