A/N: So it's been awhile since I've written. Like a year and a half. And I'm probably going to be a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Beyond. I do not own Terry McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson or any other characters in here. The only character I take credit for Andrea. All other characters go to there repective owners.

A fifteen-year-old girl walked down the streets of Neo-Gotham. It was a bit cold, but it was a fall kind of breeze. The kind of breeze that reminded you of pumkin pie, which actually was her favorite.

This little girl had been up working on a school assignment with her friends, but only to find that her friends had left two hours before she was even done. Which was why she was left walking alone on one of the most dangerous parts of town. She didn't like it. Usually at this time, it's where a killer would appear from the shadows, but this wasn't the case. In fact it was like she got a warning.

She jumped as she heard the chilling scream of lady rip through the silence of night. Andrea held her backpack tighter to her shoulders, clutching it with her hands. She looked around wanting to see where the scream was coming from, for all she knew someone could've just seen a rat. She turned on her heels, making a full 90 degree turn before she caught sight of a man in a black suit. She covered her mouth to keep the gasp in.

Batman.

Batman was here. Was that good? Was there trouble near?

From inside the costume, Terry seemed to be worn out. Tonight's crime was at no rest. Not like a few nights ago. Maybe he should be expecting this my now. It's Gotham City, this city was so corrput that two Batman's couldn't save it. Maybe not even Superman at this point. This was too much for a seventeen-year-old boy who doesn't get enough sleep as it is. Was minimum wage really worth it?

Terry looked over at the group of Jokerz below him. The Jokerz, part of the many reasons Terry had became Batman. He'd been able to beat them even without his costume. Well he was able to beat one, a group was a different thing without the title of Batman. And the title it's self did help, Bruce had always said villains were superstitious espically Jokerz.

"I'd suggest you let the lady go." Terry said in his deep voice that for some reason was supposed to be simlar to Bruce's. One of the face painted clowns looked up at him, dropping the woman he'd been holding by the collar of her jacket causing her to fall to her knees. The moment she had been let go, she tried to crawl away while at the same time stand on her feet only to be stopped by another Joker who grabbed at her jacket and pulled her back roughly. "I was wondering when you'd come out, Batman." Said the first clown.

"I think it's past your bed time."Terry said, in a warning voice. The Joker only seemed to smirk though. "But play time's just about to start."He said with a fake pout. Terry's face remained straight as the Joker flashed a crowbar that he had in his hand, gesturing for Batman to come closer. And closer did he come.

Andrea took a step back, astonished. First, no one see had seen her just standing there. Two, Batman just jumped off the building and landed on a guys face. Part of her wanted to run before anyone saw her standing there. Another part of her wanted to continue watching, wanted to take note of everything Batman did. Because for someone who had been around for sixty years or so, he was fast on his feet. There were rumors amongst her family that he was immortal. Impossible to kill. Kind of like Superman.

She started to question if it was logical to stand here and watch Batman kick the shit out of someone. She felt defenseless in his presence. She had since she was little. Since she heard the legend herself as child, bed time stories that her mom used to tell her. When she first heard them, she guessed her mom was trying to make her feel safe, but it made her paranoid. Batman was the reason she needed a night light until she was twelve. That had pretty much changed after her mother passed. And she wasn't sure if seeing Batman in action was a sick sign of some sort or a warning that she should leave Gotham.

She blinked as she noticed that the Batman managed to to knock out both Jokerz. 'Knock them out, not kill' She noted. She watched as Batman held out his hand to help the lady up, but she didn't get to see as she was scrambling to her feet and grabbing at her stuff in such a rush before taking off with such fear.

Batman shook his head before removing his cowl, running his hand through his jet black hair. Woah. Andrea thought. She guessed she must've said it outloud too as he turned to look at her. He was caught by surprise to see someone now saw him unmasked. Not that she was the first. In a panic, he reached for something in his belt and for a moment she actually recongized him.

"Wait!"She called, running up and tackling him just as smoke appeared. She caught onto him and sent him tumbling to the ground. She must've messed up something his suit because what seemed like him disappearing slowly started to making him appear again.

He obviously wasn't happy that she caught him or was holding him down by stradddling his waist but she didn't give much attention to that. "That was pretty schway! And you're actually young! And not some creepy old man!"She said in a way that sounded a bit relieved. He leaned his head back with a sigh. "Yeah and I'd apperciate it if you got off."He said with a tiresome groan.

He tried to push her off but she grabbed at his hands and pulled down. "Not so fast! I want to help."She said, letting go of his hands to cross her arms over her chest. He looked at her in disbeliefe. "You? You looked like you needed a new pair of pants a minute ago."His words made her narrow her eyes. "You didn't see me, you liar." That made him roll his eyes. "Besides if you don't let me, I'll tell the whole school you're Batman, Terry McGinnis." She said. "Deny me and it'll be the headline on tomorrow's school newpaper." She said, reaching into her back pocket to pull out her phone. She held it at his face, to gesture a picture taking motion. "There's a thing called photo shop, smartass."He said, shoving her off to the side. She landed on her bum, but continued to stare at him, like a deterimened child. "Are you really willing to take that chance?" She said, the bitterness swimming in her voice. That made him freeze and think for a moment.

"…Fine."