Hello! Ok, first Batman Beyond fic! Heck yes! First off, I would like to say that I am a Yaoi lover, sooo, anyone who has a problem with that should just click the back button. Most, if not all my stories will be Yaoi, including this one! And, there is quite an age difference, so if that creeps you out then leave, unless you are open-minded! With that said, I hope everyone gives my story a chance!

Summery: When Bruce is injected with a youth turning chemical, Terry finds that what he keeps hidden is slowly coming out and Bruce takes it on differently then Terry thought. And coming up on his graduation, Terry thinks about his future and Batman's. Bruce/Terry: Yaoi

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Chapter 1: New Found Youth and Feelings

"Holy shit…"

Somehow, it happened. Neither of them was quite sure how it happened, but it did. And to tell the truth, neither of them knew what the chemical would do, and the out come had been a big surprise. And not only to them, but to the entire city of Gothem as well.

Gothem city's most well-known company name, the still living inherited, was once again at the age of 28. Well, physically speaking.

"Holy shit!"

Bruce Wayne sat on top of a medical bed, waiting for a doctor to come back with x-rays, white hair gone, wrinkles smoothed out, and all aches and pains gone. Bruce Wayne was once again a young man and Terry McGinnis was BEYOND stunned.

"HOLY SHI-"

"Terry!"

"Sorry…"

This morning, at 6 am, Bruce Wayne woke to another day of loneliness, another day of aches and pains and another day of telling Terry what the hell NOT to do. Only, his plans didn't go as he expected, no, it really didn't. Instead, Bruce Wayne's entire life was turned upside down.

When going to brush his teeth, the old man got the biggest surprise of his entire life. Staring back at him had not been the 75 year old man he was, but instead was his 28 year old self, staring back at him with the same shocked expression.

Yesterday, there had been an accident. Terry had been having problems sleeping when he got the chance and had been…dragging. And so, once again, Bruce went after Terry's captured ass, afraid of getting the 18-year old killed. Only, during the struggle that Bruce had, a chemical that had been stored away in the building spilled and had soaked into Bruce's skin.

Not thinking anything of it because of no sting or burn, Bruce ignored it and didn't bother to risen the chemical off right away until him and Terry limped their way back to the mansion.

And so, Terry got called away from his first period class and headed to the hospital as fast as he possibly could, afraid that something was seriously wrong with Bruce. And something seriously was wrong with him…in a good way. At least, to Terry that is and perhaps Bruce.

Terry had been at the hospital for an hour and a half already, standing next to Bruce, shock running through his blood. And that shock was just wearing off now.

"Holy shit…"

"McGinnis!" Bruce snarled and glared at the 18 year old in front of him. Bruce couldn't possibly understand why Terry was freaking out now. He had seen him like this for an hour, almost two already, shouldn't he be used to it?

But getting yelled at didn't phase Terry one bit…

"Holy fucking shit!"

And Bruce sighed and dropped his shoulders, rolled his eyes to the window and gave up on Terry. The kid was just not going to listen, so what else was new? But at that moment, the doctor reentered the room and blinked in surprise at Terry standing in front of his patient, gapping.

"Ignore him," Bruce said and reached out and pushed Terry backward, with a force that Terry wasn't used too. If Terry thought Bruce was strong when he was old, it was nothing compared to when he was young.

The doctor gave Terry a look as the teen fell back onto the counter and turned to Bruce, taking the man's advice and ignored Terry…for now.

"Well, Mr. Wayne, it looks like you really aren't 75 anymore. This chemical that soaked into your skin didn't just change your outer appearance, but your organs, muscles, even your blood cells. Needless to say, you are infact 25 again, completely."

"Alright, how do you fix it?"

"FIX IT?" Terry suddenly exclaimed and both the doctor and Bruce jumped. "Why the hell would you want to fix it?"

"Terry, chemicals damage your body, not heal it,"

"Actually," the doctor began, looking over the charts he had with him, " this chemical has been in testing stages for years now and there has been no set backs, no side effects, nothing. The people that volunteered for the testing are perfectly fine. No deaths, no illnesses, no weird rashes, they're normal, expect for the fact that they are 50 or more years younger then they were before,"

Bruce just couldn't believe it though; there was ALWAYS a side effect, a serious effect, a minor one, an annoying one, at least some kind of effect.

"Right, I'll ask again, how do you fix it?"

"You can't." the doctor said and snapped the charts back down onto the clipboard.

"You can't fix it?"

"No, there's no way to reverse the chemical, just grow old again,"

"Normally…"

"Yes, normally."

And that was the end of it. Bruce Wayne was 28 years old once again, whether he wanted to be or not. So, Bruce gave his thanks to the doctor and headed out, no limp, no cane, and no aches. Terry fallowed, completely memorized by what had happened. He watched as Bruce strode out in wide steps, his long legs strong and quick. The way his back muscles moved with each step, his shoulder blades moving as he searched for his keys in his pocket.

Bruce Wayne was young again.

And suddenly, Terry became well aware of the fact that Bruce no longer was hunched over, but stood tall and strong, almost a half a foot taller then him. Terry blushed when Bruce opened the car door for him and told him to get in with a deep voice that sounded the same and yet, so very youthful.

The car ride was silent except for Ace's accessional bark at someone on the street that they passed.

"Sooo, why am I out of school?" Terry asked, glancing at Bruce quickly, but keeping his gaze on the…well, now only slightly older man.

"I didn't call your school. If I wanted you, I would have called your cell phone,"

"Oh right…then who?"

"Your mother perhaps? The hospital saw your name on my contact list and called your house I suppose,"

"Right…so are you going to take me back to school?"

"No,"

"Really?"

And Bruce stopped by a corner, "get out, you're young, you can walk the rest of the way,"

"W-what?"

But Terry didn't even have a chance as Bruce shoved him out onto the sidewalk. And the new Batman was left hurt as Bruce drove off into the distance, thinking about the sudden change in his once again young life.

"Humph…great now I can't even condemn him because he's old…he's only 9 years older then me now…well, technically he's still 75…just…really…really young and…"

"Talking to yourself McGinnis?" a female voice interrupted Terry's stuttering time and scared the living daylights out of the poor kid.

"Max! Damn it, don't do that!"

"It's not my fault your head's all up in the clouds,"

"Yeah, it's Bruce's fault."

"Really now? So I take it the old guy is fine?"

"I don't know about old anymore but-hey, what are you doing out of school?"

"Argh, again?" Max rolled her eyes and slapped Terry on the back, urging him to walk with her, "don't you ever pay attention anymore? Today was half a day, you know, grades and all,"

"Right," Terry muttered, distracted, his mind still on Bruce. It had been a major shock to walk into the medical room and see a 28-year-old Bruce sitting up on the medical bed, looking annoyed as hell and damn well…hot.

Terry stopped in the middle of the crosswalk, completely surprised by his own thoughts. Well, sure, he's always thought that Bruce was good looking, well, as good looking for an old man. For his age, Bruce had been, surprisingly younger looking, his old skin still holding a firm face structure and piercing eyes that were as bright as ever but lacked the energy that Terry saw just minutes ago. Bruce Wayne was no way passable ugly, even when at the age of 75. But now, now Bruce was…was…

"Terry!" Max yelled as a car screeched to a stop in front of the thinking teen, the driver yelled angry that a "bone head" was just standing in the middle of a crosswalk, not paying attention.

Falling to his rear, Terry hissed as the pavement of the road burned into his palms, cutting deep and stinging strongly. Max ran to his side and pulled him up and onto the sidewalk by his arm.

"Man, what is with you today?"

"N-nothing," Terry stuttered, his mind still somewhat lost, "really."

Max sighed and pulled him along, turning him around to head back toward the school, Terry was going to need to clean up his hands, the cuts looked pretty deep.

"I think Batman is getting a little too much of your attention, Terry."

And Max couldn't be more right, only, it wasn't the same Batman that she thought, it was someone older, who just recently had been in an accident that perhaps made his life better. Terry grumbled and tried to yank his hands away half-heartedly but ended up letting Max drag him around, the cuts were really starting to sting…badly.

It didn't take too long to get back to the high school and both Max and Terry were surprised to see Bruce's car in the now almost empty parking lot. Frowning, the two teens looked at eachother.

"What do you think he's doing here?" Max asked, finally letting go of Terry's wrist.

Terry just shrugged and reached up to push his hair back, only, he stopped when he noticed his blood covered hands.

"Oh yeah," he mumbled and him and Max made their way to the school.

It was quiet as they walked through the empty halls, making it feel a lot like summer vacation. Which was coming up in a few weeks, infact, after this year, Terry wouldn't be coming back at all. Frowning, Terry stopped and stared through the open door in the gym, bleachers circling the floor.

"Something wrong?"

"I'll meet up with you in a bit Max,"

Frowning Max crossed her arms.

"Terry, I'm not the one that needs to get patched up,"

"I'll do it myself later then ok?" Terry whispered, glancing back at Max.

The pink haired girl sighed and shook her head, waving her hand as she turned back around once again to leave, saying a goodbye as she went.

It wasn't until the silence completely over took Terry did he step into the dark gym, one light left on until closing hours of the school were up.

Graduation, yeah, it was something that everyone did. But, to Terry, it was more then just leaving friends behind, it was more then just deciding what college to go to, it was leaving behind everything…including Batman and Bruce.

Terry didn't want to leave Bruce.

Sitting down on the floor bleacher, Terry rested his arms over his thighs, leaning over slightly, letting his hair fall in his eyes. He stared at his bloody hands, not really thinking, but not really drifting.

High school, it wasn't interesting, it wasn't really fun, infact it was boring, stressful. But as the last days began to disappear, Terry found himself wishing that he could stay forever. Sure, high school always was hard and who the hell wanted to get up so early? But for Terry, the end of high school was the end of Batman. At least that was what he assumed. His mother would want him to go to college and if Terry weren't ready to tell her about his secret, then he would have to give up being the dark knight.

Bruce…

But giving up something like that…it was never easy. And Terry was never one to take the easy way out. The easy way out would be to go to college, forget about Batman, forget about Gothem and forget about Bruce.

Two years now, almost two years anyway. To some people it was a short amount of time, but to Terry it was forever. And he wished that forever would last a little longer.

"Do you always sit in a dark gym and drip your blood on the floor?"

Terry jumped and closed his fists tight on reaction, though a loud hiss seconds later echoed around the empty gym.

Looking up at Bruce, Terry gave pain bitten smile. It was odd, seeing him standing there, tall and young, but somehow…it looked right. It was like Bruce had never really looked old, not to him. And now, Bruce was young to the world. The smile that was on Terry's face fell, Bruce was young…he wouldn't need Terry to be Batman anymore.

Suddenly, Terry felt sick to his stomach and looking at Bruce brought more pain then Terry had wanted to feel in a long time.

"Maybe." Terry finally answered, looking back down at his hands.

"You know, everyone has pre-graduation gitters,"

And Terry had to will himself from looking up as Bruce's strong footsteps got closer, no echo of a cane, just the sharp click reminding Terry that Bruce wouldn't need his help. That he wouldn't need to be Batman. After all, who wants a replacement when you can have the original?

"Terry, if you think that I'm going to go back to flying around at night, you've thought wrong."

"Why not? You're young…you could do it again. You heard the doctor, it's not like it's just going to rub off, you're gunna have to grow old again, just like the first time."

"Terry, it's not that I can't, it's that I don't want too,"

"What?" and Terry looked up at Bruce for the first time since he stepped into the gym.

"If I had wanted to still fight as Batman, I wouldn't stop, even if I was still 75…er, well, you know." Bruce said, realizing that he had lived for 75 years but was still the same as 28 thanks to the accident.

"You sure? I wouldn't want to take away your joy ride." Terry whispered, a lame excuse for a joke. Bruce though chuckled and patted Terry on the back of the neck; letting his rough hand linger for a bit.

"I'll find other ways of having fun, after all, I'm not just some old guy anymore,"

Terry smirked and stood, still having to look up at Bruce though.

"Since when are you so tall?"

"Since I'm not old anymore,"

"Geez, I hope I don't shrink that much when I get old,"

"Well then McGinnis, don't get old,"

Terry huffed and crossed his arms, careful of his still bleeding hands,

"Easy for you to say,"

But with that, Bruce got tired of the playful conversation, just because he was young again didn't mean he was immature again too. Though, he had to admit, he felt just like he had when he was young, strong, confident, sarcastic, perhaps even a bit of the invincible feeling as well, just without all the stupid and ignorant thoughts.

"Come on, you should get cleaned up," Bruce pointed out, grabbing Terry's wrist and dragging the younger male with him.

It didn't take long to fine the small health room in the school and the school nurse pointed to the cupboard and walked out, leaving for the day and telling someone out in the office to lock up when everyone was gone.

It was quiet and still in the small room as Terry watched Bruce gather up wrapping and cleaning liquid for the scrapes.

"What are you doing here?" Terry finally asked, giving into his wonder. Bruce glanced up at him as he took one of Terry's hands and poured the liquid on the cuts and Terry hissed.

"Looking for you,"

"Why?"

"I picked something up on the computer in the car,"

"Oh…" Terry said quietly, wishing it was because Bruce had come to find him to apologize for kicking him out of the car. But, it wasn't exactly something to apologize for, it was just a little thing, and something only a child would expect an apology for.

It was quiet after that; Terry waiting for Bruce to hurry up so he could go save whomever the hell was in trouble again. Bruce though didn't seem to be in a hurry and took his time wrapping Terry's hand, the other one still having to be cleaned.

"Huh, Bruce, don't you want to hurry up?"

"Why?" Bruce asked, his voice deep and still a little odd to Terry's ears.

"B-because you said that something came up,"

"It's alright, the police has it,"

Terry didn't reply to that one. Bruce never let the police handle anything, ever. No matter how many times he had told Terry to leave something for the Police. Something was wrong with him.

"But,"

"It's fine McGinnis!"

"Bruce…" but before Terry could say anything else, Bruce had finished wrapping his other hand and walked out, not giving any sign to fallow him. So Terry didn't, instead he put away, with a slight wince; the medical supplies and slowly headed out of the school, through the back, not really wanting to see if Bruce was still there or not.

It seemed with recent events and his graduation coming up, things were spiraling out of control. Sure him and Bruce argued over things a lot, but lately, Terry's voice just seemed to be annoying the older man.

Sighing, Terry kicked an empty bottle that lay on the sidewalk, shivering in the cool air. It was only the middle of the day and already the chill was sinking in. Which was odd, considering that summer and spring was upon Gothem. By the time Terry reached home, he was trembling from the cold and grumbling about how stupid he was for not bringing a heavier jacket with him.

And to top it all off, Terry opened the front door to an empty house. Not that he minded being alone, but right now, Terry needed to feel like someone was just going to be around, just in case. Just in case Terry needed them to be.

But, seeing as no one was home, Terry sighed and dropped down onto the couch with a soft "hmph." The soft hum of the T.V filled the room after a short, tight click of a button and before Terry knew it, he had drifted off.

A soft beeping dragged Terry out of his sleep rather suddenly. This caused the soon to be high school graduate to fall off the comfy couch and landing rather roughly on the 'soft' carpet.

Pulling himself up wit the help of the couch and coffee table, Terry grunted as he grabbed his phone from the side stand. In doing this though, Terry fell back down onto the floor, hitting his head lightly for the second time.

"Hello?" Terry growled, knowing that it was Bruce, Max, Dana, or his Mom, he didn't have to worry about being polite.

"Terry! Thank god, Mr. Wayne has been trying to reach you," Max's voice floated up from the receiver.

"So?" Terry asked, slightly annoyed. If Bruce had been so worried, he could have just come over, god knows he was young enough to go around by himself now.

"Well, he's been bugging me for the last hour and if began to get me all freaked out. The last time either one of us couldn't reach you, you had been trapped in the subway system." Max's voice went from anger, to worry, to fear and back to anger in less then 10 seconds and Terry was getting the odd feeling that this wasn't the end of this.

Max would call Bruce before he could and tell him that he was just sleeping and then Terry would get this huge, long ass talk with Bruce. Don't just randomly fall asleep, McGinnis. Keep your phone close, McGinnis.

"Terry!" Max snapped.

Terry growled again, this time to himself.

"I'm fine, I just fell asleep, tell Bruce to keep his pants on,"

"You can do that yourself, he's heading over, and actually, he should be there soon," and Terry could hear the smile through the phone.

"Oh, lucky me," Terry deadpanned.

"Oh come on Terry, I see the way you look at him sometimes,"

What? Confused, Terry remained silent. Look at Bruce?

"Argh, Terry, come on, grow some back bone and admit it to yourself will you? We're not kids anymore. You, out of all of us, should know that and understand it the best."

And to that point, Max was right. Terry was hiding from himself and the truth. And he was also taking it out the way he would at the start of high school, when he was a kid.

"Doesn't that freak you out?" Terry questioned after a bit, carefully though, he didn't know what Max's response was going to be.

"Well, as you know, he's so young," Max said, sarcasm dripping, "but it's your choice I'm not going to tell you who to be with. It's your life man."

"Thanks, Max."

A knock at the door however, interrupted anything Max was going to say. Terry frowned slightly as he stood up from the floor with some difficulty.

"Well, the devils here, I'll talk to you later Max," and Terry hung up with a sigh.

Clicking the phone back into its recharge base, Terry headed over to the door and looked out the small glass hole. Outside stood Bruce, tall and confidante. Terry ran a hand through his hair with another sigh, it was going to take some time getting used to Bruce being young again.

Taking a deep breath, Terry opened the door and gave Bruce a week smile. He still felt off, which was odd, usually things like before didn't bother him to the point of staying away from the problem.

"Bruce,"

"McGinnis, you should try and keep your phone on, word of advice."

Terry growled as Bruce strode into his home, taking in the familiar house in a whole new way.

"What is it Bruce?" Terry asked again, keeping his anger from leaking out. Whatever he had to do, as Batman was a good time to take out his anger, not now.

"There's been a break in, at the nuclear plant." Bruce said and glanced back at Terry, throwing him the suit at the same time.

Terry caught it without difficulty and stared at Bruce with a hard glare.

"You could have gone yourself, you don't need me to be Batman anymore,"

"Like I said before, just because I can, doesn't mean I want too,"

"But you could," Terry said, glancing down to the floor, staring at the light shade of blue carpet.

"But I won't, Terry." And Bruce placed a strong hand on Terry's shoulder.

With that, Bruce headed through the still open front door,

"Batmobile is around back, better get a move on it."

And Terry decided that even if Bruce someday did want to be Batman again, he would have to fight for it. Because, just then, Terry decided that it was time to start growing up.

Ok, I know boring start, but, it'll get better! Really! It will, I promise. Thank you for reading the first chapter! Please contunie to read and leave reviews! Thank you!

Next Chapter: A new threat appears, but is it really all that new? And can Terry really deal with the stress of the school year coming to an end? Of telling his family his big secret, of keeping his own secret hidden from Bruce? And just were is Dana fitting into all of this? After all, falling out of love and in with another can be just as stressful.

Untill next chapter:)