Title: BlazeWind

Author: Andy Quinn

Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and some scary moments.

Additional Summary: Terry is thrown into a world of hurt when an evil entity possesses one of his classmates. Problem is, only a hella-powerful psychic can pull the entity out without damaging the human's mind. Luckily, he just happens to know one. Evil plot twist of the day: The possessed classmate is the psychic's boyfriend and the entity is her father, trapped in her mind to keep him from seeking revenge on his three ex-wives - and the rest of existence. (Possible title change to: All My Batchildren, The Batty and the Beautiful, As the World Gets Sucked Into Darkness But Somehow Still Manages to Turn. I'm going to pun hell for that.) As you may have guessed already, involves OCs.

Note: Yes, I know, OCs are evil, but I couldn't help it. They're good characters, really. I promise. No Mary-Sueness involved, I swear to you they rendered many the Joker unconcious before Terry trusted them. Bruce just kind of puts up with them because they kick ass.

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Beyond or any related media, except maybe a .wav file or two, somewhere.....

(Psychic communication Psychic reply)

C H A P T E R O N E - Suspicions and Doubts

"So, come here often?" Katherine looked around the Hamilton High cafeteria.

"Uh...yeah, fairly often." His face lit up like Easter morning.

"Great." Katherine smiled bemusedly as the guy sat across from her. She looked him over quickly: Dark brown hair to his shoulders, smokey gray eyes, definately taller than her (who wasn't?) and slightly muscled. A scar ran up his left bicep and under the sleeve of a black shirt that looked like silk. A blood-red vest screamed at her against the dark background. In a word: Darkly yum. "Hey," he said with a grin. "I'm in ROTC."

"Really." She was not enthused. He, however, was.

"Yeah! I'm a lieutenant colonel." She stood. All the yum in the world couldn't make up for this.

"That's great. Look, I'm really, really sorry, but I gotta go meet someone." She started to walk past him. He seemed crestfallen.

"Wait! I haven't recited Shakespeare for you yet!"

"I'll pass." He grabbed her arm.

"You like old music? I know Green Day!" She spun on him.

"Look-"

" 'Fall in love and fall in debt / to alcohol and ciggarettes / and Mary Jane to keep me insane / doing someone else's cocaine'?" She allowed herself to be pulled, laughing, into his lap.

"Matthew, quittit." He swept her light brown hair out of the way and kissed her neck.

"Oh, get a room," Letitia complained from behind them. Leaning over his shoulder, Katherine stuck her tongue out at her dark-skinned half-sister.

"Don't put it out there if you're not gonna use it," called their Hispanic third, Alma, in a sing-song voice as she sat with her tray. Katherine narrowed hazel eyes and gave an evil grin.

"Oh, don't." Letitia sat next to Alma and shoved Katherine's tray across the table. "We're eating, here." Katherine slid into the other chair and picked up her fork, breaking of a piece of baked potato and eating it.

"So, did you ask Mr. Wayne for tonight off?" Matthew asked. Alma and Letitia shared a look.

"Ah....see, what had happened was...." he groaned.

"Katherine..."

"Oh, Matt, I'm sorry. You know Bruce is a 'brutal taskmaster'. I'm gonna ask again when I go home; surely he's not pure evil." Letitia snorted.

"Yeah, and Alma's a blonde." The taller girl turned to Letitia and responded in a thick Mexican accent.

"What, you think Hispanic people can't be blonde? You bein' racist?" They laughed and Matthew leaned over to kiss Katherine on the cheek.

"It's not that important, y'know, it's just - "

"I know. Oh!" She dug in her purse for a minute and pulled out a deep red tie. "Here's your tie back; Terry says thanks."

"Tell him no problem." He tied it around his neck and stood, leaning over to kiss her briefly. "I gotta go; David's got my playbook. We're playing this weekend, remember."

"I remember. 'Basic Function at Club Gotham! Teen Night, 6:00-9:00'."

"Exactly." Smiling, he squeezed her shoulder and left.

"So," Katherine said with a grin. "Whatd'ya reckon?"

"Dibs on aunthood," Alma replied. Katherine threw an empty butter packet at her.

"I saw him hanging out with Marcellus Lodger," Letitia said mildly. Katherine glared at her.

"T, don't do the big sister thing. Marcellus' dad runs Club Gotham, Matt needed a venue. They weren't 'hanging out'."

"Love really is blind," Letitia said quietly. Katherine dropped her fork and leaned back in her chair.

"Yet you seem to be able to look past your guy's Juvi record," she hissed fiercely.

"He's - " Letitia lowered her voice to a near-whisper. "He's Batman, fer Chrissakes!"

"You want me to start in on your choice of 'significant other' candidates? It's a long list..."

"How dare you bring that up again, you - "

"Hey!" Alma set her fork down and stared at them. "At least you both HAVE boyfriends! Shut up!" They fell into a grudging silence as the bell rang and they got up to leave.

Matthew looked up as Katherine entered the Chemistry classroom. "Hey, you." He turned to the side and Katherine, laying her bag on the table slid into his lap and kissed him, a quick brush of lips.

"Hey." With a sigh, she settled her head into his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked. She shook her head, running her thumb across the beginnings of a beard on his chin.

"Nothin'."

"Katherine, your accent's thicker than mollasses. Who did what to you?" Sitting up and staring into his smoke-gray eyes, she shook her head again.

"It's...it's nothing, Matt, really." He laid a hand on her knee and squeezed gently.

"KP," he said softly. That was all he needed to say. With a sigh, she touched her forehead to his, playing with his fingers.

"It's....bit stupid, really....Letitia thinks you're hanging out with Jokerz again," she said finally. His eyes widened and he leaned back a bit.

"You...y'didn't..."

"Oh no, no no no," she assured him, taking his face in her hands. "Teesha's just doing her big sister thing, is all. Really." She kissed his forehead.

"I know," he said as the bell sounded again and Katherine moved to a separate stool. "It's just..." Reflexively, he rubbed his left arm. She saw and took his hand.

"Calm down," she whispered kindly, squeezing his fingers. "My sister's not the kind to start or spread rumors." She smiled, and he returned it, but it was feeble.

"Haven't I said no to this question already?"

"Oh, come ON!" A couple of lines from The Road to El Dorado ran through Katherine's mind before she remembered herself and fell to her knees in front of the Batcomputer, pleading. "One night, Bruce. One measly little night. Surely the Tomorrow Knight and two otherworldly Princesses can handle Gotham long enough for me to go on a date." Bruce was unmoved.

"If you wanted a social life, you shouldn't have - "

"Been born with superhuman strength, speed, and agility, not to mention heightened psychic awareness and the ability to fly?" She arched an eyebrow. "The 'Terry Lecture' doesn't apply here, I don't think." Bruce sighed and turned around.

"Why is this so important, anyway?" She grinned sheepishly. He laid his forehead in his hand. "I know that look." He turned back to the safety of his computer.

"Oh, c'mon, Old Man Wayne, surely even you were young once."

"I haven't been a kid since I was eight years old."

"I didn't say a kid, I said young." Katherine draped her arms over the back of Bruce's chair. "And need I remind you who it was you first said that to? I believe she was turned into a pig by a Greek sorceress not long afterwards." He glared at her for a moment, then it softened.

"Fine," he grumbled. "If it'll get you to be quiet."

"Whoo-hoo!" Katherine gave a victory leap and hugged Bruce's shoulders. "I'll bring you back an Extra-Chunky-Bucket-o-Love." Bruce arched an eyebrow as she ran up the stairs to get ready.

"I don't think I want to know."

Okies, first chapter, done. What do you think? Too much OC? Not enough OC? Kill the OC? Let me know on your way out. Reviews are loved and rewarded! Flames will be ignored unless they're REALLY creative, in that case they'll be given a firm and emphatic PFFFFFFFFFFFT!

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