Terry sat on a Lazy Boy seat in the waiting room. His heart began to pace as doctors approached him. He felt a knot build in his stomach, he felt like his breakfast was about to come out. A tall doctor with glasses and a five o clock shadow stood before him with an unpleasant face. Terry felt his body shaking as tears began to build up behind his eyes. The doctor cleared his throat as the sadness filled the room.
He was pronounced dead at 10:45. I'm terribly sorry for your lost.
The doctor said filled with emotion. Terry froze for a minute as tears began flowing down his face like a river. His teeth began to click against each other as his hands began shaking. Terry looked at the doctor and nodded.
D-Do you think I can see him one last time?
He stuttered to the doctor. The doctor nodded and led him to the body. He allowed Terry in the room then shuts the door behind him. Terry sat next to the body and laid his hand over the body of Bruce Wayne.
We had some good times old man. I'm really going to um you know. Miss you. I don't know what to do anymore.
Terry said to the lifeless body. Terry stood there expecting a response but he knew none was going to come. He wiped his tears and slid his fingers in his hair. He laid back into the chair, not having sleep for the past two days. His eyes began to close, suddenly he opens his eyes. He was in the Bat-Cave, with Bruce. The two were having an argument and Terry was treating Bruce horribly. The elderly man needed his pills and couldn't reach it. Terry was walking away leaving the old man in vain. Suddenly Terry turns around as Bruce begins to have his first heart attack. Terry runs and runs but he's not getting any closer.
Bruce! No!
Terry screams out aloud. He feels someone shaking him. He opens his eyes and he's back at the hospital. The doctor had awoken him from his nightmare and Bruce was still gone.
Terry, you alright? You were having a nightmare!
The doctor exclaimed at him. Terry gets up and nods, he looks over to the body as tears stream down his face and begin hitting the floor. He sighed and stared for minutes until snapping back into reality.
Bye old man, we had some good times. I'm not going to forget about them.
He said as he walked out of the room. He leaned his back against the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor. He tried to remember all the good times he and Bruce had. Within minutes on the floor a group of people come and surround him. He could make out there faces and he knew who they were but he was too depressed to speak. He immediately recognized his mother, brother and best friend Dana Tan. He looked up at them as they all helped him up, and dragged him into the car. He sat in the backseat of the car speechless. He was going through a breakdown. When he arrived home he threw himself in his bed as Dana laid next to him he looked at her as he began to cry.
Dana, I could've saved him. I wasn't working hard enough. It's my fault.
He said to her. She looked at him and shook her head. He wiped away a few of his tears but couldn't keep up because they were coming too fast.
Listen Terry, I know your going through hell and a half right now but it isn't healthy to blame yourself.
She said to him. He repelled her hand away from him as he sat up. He grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped his nose and most of his tears.
You don't understand. I'm the reason he had the heart attack. It's my fault, I yelled at him.
He emphasized He continued blaming himself. He got up and grabbed his brown leather jacket and slid it on. Dana stood on the bed in confusion for a minute until she got up and walked next to him.
Where are you going Terry?
She asked him with a confused face. Terry was headed to the Bat-Cave to check some stuff out. He looked at her and rapidly cooked up a lie.
I'm headed to Wayne's house. I left a few things over there from my last visit.
She looked at him and sighed. She laid her hand on his face and stared at him.
Let me come with you. Just for safety reasons.
She said, with a worried face expression. He shook his head and pushed her hand off of his face.
No, listen Dana, I'll be fine, and I just have to do this alone.
He said while opening the door and walking out. He left his apartment and headed to Wayne's house. He used his spare key to get in. Once in the Bat-Cave he searched around. He sat on the seat and began to pet Ace. He saw a letter on the table that was marked with his name on it. He could tell it was Bruce's handwriting. He ran to it and ripped it open.
Dear Terry,
Hey McGinnis, if you are reading this then this means that my time has come. I fought a hard war, and I have won the battle, but in my own special way. How? You ask yourself, because of you. My legend of Batman continues even yet after my death. You were more than my apprentice, you are my son. I leave everything of my company and my savings to you. I know this may sound cruel but you father dying was the greatest thing that happened, because if it weren't for that I would not have known you. I would have died years ago but I fought this condition harder because of you. I wanted to see you carry on my legend, and I am proud of leaving everything to you. I love you.
Love Bruce.
Terry felt a build up in his throat. He wiped his tears and folded the letter and slid it into his pocket. He knew what was expected of him, but was he willing to do it?