THE END OF POST DAY! Okay everybody, so here is the fourth and final upload that i am making for POST DAY! I know i said that this fic was going to be a one-shot, but i was honestly getting tired and didn't want to just end it crappy like this so i decided to make it a full fic (even though it will probably consist of one more chapter.) Thanks everyone for partaking in my POST DAY.

Please go an read the other posted fics: "The Bite:Afterlife chapter 13" (Batman Beyond Terry/Max/Kavin), "Coping With Heartbreak" (Batman Beyond Terry/Max oneshot) and my very first Firebreather fic "Reconcile" (Duncan/Isabel oneshot) Thanks again everybody. Please remain patient with me as i try to get back in the saddle, and prepare to undergo another surgery this week. All my love, RyokoMist

If Too Close

"Well if that's all for the night-" the deepened voice began from beneath a black cowl, the red insignia practically glowing upon the suit's chest in the dark cave; bats chirping eerily the only inviting sound that resonated. The squeaks of the bats used to freak him out – now he found the calls to be rather…soothing.

The old man sitting at the large and ominous like computer screen turned the chair for his protégé with raised brows. "Got somewhere to be?"

"As a matter of fact," the figure answered, removing the mask and therefore the hero façade that came with it to reveal the face of the handsome midnight haired, icy blue eyed teen Terrence McGinnis – a resident of neo-Gotham, and its new and (according to his imaginations) improved vigilante hero of legend: Batman. If only the kid was as good at his schoolwork as he was with sass. "I've gotta meet up with Max tonight."

"You two finally hooking up?" Bruce Wayne asked, vaguely interested in the ever shifting emotions of McGinnis in the regard of women as he prepared to rise up from the chair with the help of his cane. Though Bruce shouldn't be too hard on the kid right? Like father, like son after all.

Terry frowned with a sudden flush of red, snatching a change of clothes as the boy huffed in sudden aggravation that made Wayne smirk, "I told you Bruce: Max and I are just friends!"

"Just friends hang out at two in the morning?"

"Yeah!" McGinnis exclaimed, tossing his handy backpack across his shoulders. "It's summer, no school, there's a fair downtown and it's the VRROOM's 10th anniversary. The teen scene gets hype late like this." Or at least those were the excuses that Terry told himself. He ignored Bruce's witty reply and jogged towards the "launch pad" – nervousness evident upon his features as the boy mounted his bike, threw on the helmet, and peeled out without so much as a good night, er, morning to the old man.

Yeah, Terry was on his way to get Max; but he wasn't doing so freely. Well, he was, but only out of self-desperation. Over the past few months McGinnis had been feeling things – things that a guy usually doesn't feel for his best friend. Romantic feelings. And normally McGinnis wouldn't care – he was a guy after all, and all guys had the right to lust after some ass – and Max had a nice ass, and nice breasts, and strong legs, and those wide sensual hips that he just wanted to grab tight to as he thrust-Terry hits the brakes and swerves, barely avoiding the rear of a truck with a sigh of relief. "Get it together McGinnis!" he scolds, shaking his head. The problem was that Terry didn't want to just screw Max. Over the months his heart was in it. He wanted to be with her, to romance her, to hold her close at night and longed for the satisfaction of kissing her. And if sex were to come after, then by Bane's steroids he'd make such sweet passionate love to her that would last all night and deep into the early parts of the morning over and over again until his bones were jelly and all he would have the strength to do was sleep with Max in his arms.

These rising feelings posed yet another problem for the young man…seeing as how he was still with Dana. Right? Craziness. So with these emotions surging and growing with every encounter Terry had made it a rule that to make the feelings die away he needed to keep his distance. Simple right? Wrong. As it would turn out – staying away from Max was not only an impossibility (the two went to school together for Gotham's sake) but it also didn't cease the way he was starting to feel about her. Apparently distance made the heart grow fonder? He wouldn't know how true that was since McGinnis was usually always attached to Dana's hip. He smirked. Literally attached to her hips. "Hello?" he asks as the phone inside of his helmet began to ring, hoping to high heaven that Bruce was calling him for a double shift. His heart dropped and then raced at the smooth and sensual voice that responded unsure.

"Ter?"

"Max, hey. What's up?" Please let her be cancelling, please let her be cancelling!

"You still coming?"

Shit. She wasn't cancelling, and Terry couldn't. "Yeah, I'm actually turning on your block right now. You ready?"

"Coming down the elevator now!" The excitement in her voice made McGinnis smirk pleasantly. Over the past few months Terry had been keeping his distance. Naturally the ever inquisitive Maxine Gibson picked up something was wrong – and in that realization also formed a detaching and distance and sadness from her that Terry just couldn't live with. How could he make her sad? HER? That was like Harley Quinn leaving the Joker! Really leaving him for real this time! An impossibility. So to make things better Terry had told himself and her that they'd hang out.

McGinnis had cancelled on that promise five times so far. And each time, she began to care less and less. While that should've been his saving grace it rather made him feel even lonelier and desperate for her presence. Tonight, he was keeping his word. The bike came to a halt outside of the apartment complex as Terry sat up and pulled off his helmet, looking down at his watch. 2:15 a.m. Saturday morning. He had to be crazy. But there was a chance that they'd run into the rest of gang downtown and that made him feel a little more comfortable. He and Dana had been in a fight, again, so naturally she wasn't coming. But if the others were present-.

"Hey McGinnis," came a voice behind him as the future Batman looked over his shoulder and his jaw dropped in disbelief. Standing there was Max: in a sexy pair of black skinny jeans with a brown belt and black crop top that read "Gam-R Girl" above a picture of the Mass Effect "Renegade" red insignia – accented in a red misty art that appeared to resemble the wings of the phoenix? He had no true idea – blaring openly and loudly in pride. Her hair she had slicked back, and wore a large pair of red, brown, and black accented feathered earrings.

"Hey yourself," he stated, swallowing the large lump in his throat as his blue eyes looked her tantalizing frame up and down; secretly enjoying the crop top that showed the tantalizing curvature of her waist in a way that was just downright sinful. Right, Max did not play when it came to the VRROOM. "You ready?" he asked, slipping back on his helmet and ignoring her frown of disapproval at his quick gesture that seemed to try to force her off.

"I guess." Max took the helmet off the back seat, stuffed it on, and then climbed on the back seat behind him, wrapping her arms about his stomach tight and pressing her voluptuous breasts against his back. He shivered. "Hey Terry," she said as he put the ride in gear.

"Yeah?"

"You're happy to spend time with me right?"

Terry hesitated, his eyes looking straight ahead before he sighed and looked back over his shoulder to her eyes. "Max? There's honestly no place I'd rather be." And in truth, that was the way he really felt.

Max smiled and squeezed her body closer to his. "Good, because I missed you. A lot." She pressed her helmet against his in a way that indicated a kiss on the cheek and McGinnis peeled off like the wind. This was going to be hard…But in truth…he didn't mind. Screw it. Whatever happened…happened. If only he were as brave to uphold that resolve.

TO BE CONTINUED…