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Summery: What if Bruce had gotten his eternal youth experiment complete and still managed to keep his own self in his body. So now, he has eternal youth…forever. Based after the episode, Out of The past. So what is Terry's place in all this? And as Gotham finally has gotten used to Batman flying around again, the real crazies decide to come out and play.

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Ch. 2-Sickly...hot?

Terry groaned and turned over. His head ached and burned, his chest felt heavy, his throat hurt, he couldn't breathe through his nose, and he was freezing. He was sick…really sick. And somehow he wanted to kill Bruce for it.

Twisting around again, Terry looked at the small red numbers on the other side of the bed, it was 6 am and school was in an hour. He groaned, school was not something he wanted to deal with right now…or rather, the people at school. Still, if he missed any more class of calculus, he was going to fail it. And so, Terry pushed himself off of his bed, wincing as his head protested. He managed to stand without falling over, but that only got him to realize that his sheets were damp and his cloths were as well. He sighed and 

stripped, completely, the rainwater and sunk into his boxers as well. He dug around in his drawer for new cloths. Pulling on new boxers, black, and a different pair of jeans, black as well, Terry looked at his sheets. He sighed and went over to his bed, stripped it as well and tossed the wet cloth into a pile with his other wet cloths. Which included his jacket, he was going to be cold going to school today.

"Terry!" a loud knock at his door made him jump, "get up!"

Terry grunted a response not trusting his voice, it hurt enough to swallow. Quickly grabbing a shirt from his closest, he pulled it on over his head. At least he had taken a long sleeved shirt. He stretched and grabbed his backpack, bat-suit and laptop inside.

The light outside his room was bright and made his head hurt even more. Terry frowned and moved around his home, shielding his eyes occasionally. He snuck some painkillers and day-quill into his backpack before grabbing an apple and nodded to his mom as he went out the door.

A cold gust hit Terry the minute he stepped outside and he shivered. It was wintertime in Gotham and Terry was not looking forward to it. He glanced up at the sky, the sun barely rising, covered in thick, dark clouds, making the city even darker than normal. He glared and hoped it wouldn't rain until he got to school. Swinging onto his bike, Terry sped off down the road, going faster than he probably should. But getting rained on again was not good for his health, his immune system was weak enough with all the late nights and no time to eat much.

It was starting to drizzle as Terry pulled up to the school and it didn't take him long to through a plastic tarp over his bike and run into the building, just as the drizzle started to pick up. Terry shivered as he watched the rain patter on the concrete floor, students rushing to get inside.

"Cold, Ter?"

Terry glanced behind him at Max and smirked.

"Just a bit."

"Where's your jacket?"

"Home, wet, along with my sheets."

Max shook her head.

"Got rained on the way back huh?"

Terry nodded and shivered again.

"Well, I'd give you my jacket, but I think it's a little small."

Terry laughed and shook his hand at her.

"Yeah, that's ok. I'll suffer."

Max smiled at him but her eyes held worry. Terry's voice was rough, scratchy. His face was pale and he shivered far too often to be just cold. He was moving slow, as she had to stop when she kept walking too far ahead.

But it wasn't until first period had ended did she become really worried. Terry had drowned four pills in an hour and a quarter of the day-quill bottle. With all those drugs pumping through his system, Terry was completely out of it. And it didn't seem to stop him from shivering, his voice only got worse and he had to talk in whispers now. But the drugs had to have numbed Terry from the cold's symptoms, he didn't seem to notice. To make things worse Dana had brushed past him, knocking him into an unbalanced mode…while he was sitting down. Thankful he didn't fall off his chair, Terry didn't need anything else going bad for him right now.

By the time lunch came around Terry had managed to sleep through half of second period, scribble down calculus notes that turned out to be doodles of…well, Batman. Which Max was currently looking at, a very amused expression on her face.

"Ter, why don't you borrow my notes today."

Terry grunted a response.

Max didn't even know how Terry could write down notes, he could have just used his computer. Paper wasn't used much in school anymore, especially for notes and homework. It was all done on the computer. Still it was very amusing, her favorite doodle was the one of Batman flying around before smacking into a building. She supposed that Terry felt like doing that sometimes.

Max looked at Terry from behind the paper, about to say something but stopped. Terry was bent over, head on the table, sleeping. Max sighed and put the notes down.

"Terry." She said and reached over, patting his head to wake him. She frowned, he felt warm.

Max stood and knelt next to Terry, pushing his bangs away and slipped her thin hand on his forehead. Her brows lined down, he was too warm.

"McGinnis, stop wearing yourself out."

She stood and pulled out her phone. She doubted that Terry's mother knew he was sick; he hid things very well when he wanted. So, calling her was out, Terry would be angry if 

his mom made him stay home, plus Max knew that Terry couldn't do that, Batman wasn't allowed to call in sick days. Taking him home wasn't an option either, Terry was really sick and drained, emotionally too, even if he wouldn't admit it. He needed someone to at least be in the same house as he was. So, she dialed the number she was forbid to call unless it was an emergency.

Bruce paused in his speech as his phone rang loud and clear throughout the meeting room.

"Excuse me."

He stepped out of the room quickly and looked at the name sprawling across his screen. He was a bit irritated but Max did only call when it was an emergency. He sighed and answered.

"What Max?"

"Mr. Wayne! Good, I thought you weren't going to pick up."

"I'm in the middle of a meeting, Max, get to the point."

"Ter- oh, you're in a meeting."

Bruce sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, I don't Terry's going to make it today."

Bruce frowned and was just about to ask why, but his secretary poked her head out.

"Mr. Wayne, we're waiting."

"I'll call you back." Bruce said and hung up, not bothering to listen to what Max tried to tell him over the phone.

During the meeting though his mind wasn't on the company, instead on Terry. Max had said he couldn't make it, to work? Terry didn't have a choice, he had to come, he was Batman. Homework was not an excuse to skip out a night. Still, Bruce couldn't help but worry. He had been doing that more and more lately, worry. Even before Talia had come with her…generous gift, he had still begun to worry about Terry.

He was also a bit worried about himself. Six weeks ago something changed. He didn't know what, but it did. Him and Terry had become…flirtatious. And it had started when he was old and then continued on after the eternal youth experiment had been done and over. Somehow Terry felt distant at the same time when they came back. Something was bother Terry and Bruce was surprised that Terry didn't come right out and say it. But Terry had kept up the teasing…the flirting. And Bruce was starting to think he wouldn't be able to control himself. Ever since they got back from Talia's lab…Bruce had been getting dreams. Of course, he'd had the same dreams before the youth change, but now they were intense and very vivid. He wasn't sure what he was going to do about it.

He's had this happen before, with Dick. Of course, his first Robin had been very persistent, but Bruce didn't give in. in the end Dick hated him the most out of the others. It was probably because he had loved him, more than Barbra ever did. A women's love was different from a man's. And even though he had the same thing happen with Dick, the dreams had never been like this. Bruce had never wanted someone so bad. He knew it wasn't the hormones of being young. He knew the moment he laid eyes on Terry. Knew he would want him bad, even as an 80-year-old man. It scared Bruce at first; having such a dream, waking up hard…he hadn't been able to do that for years. Then all of a sudden, a teen comes in out of nowhere, demands to be Batman and suddenly Bruce was feeling like a perverted old man. Which in a way he rather was. But the more he got to know Terry the more he started to like the idea. And then all of a sudden Terry started acting…giddy around him and this…well whatever it was, developed between them. And thanks to Talia's 'present' Bruce had dreams every night about Terry.

He dreamt about kissing him, holding him…about fucking him. It was intense. He could hear Terry's moans, feel his skin, and even taste him in the dream. Afterwords when he woke aching, he swore he could still hear Terry, still feel him…and oddly enough still taste him, though he really had no idea what Terry tasted like. Then the dreams stayed with him. He would hear something that remind of Terry and picture his thin waist, and full lips. He would smell something that would make Bruce stop, breathing hard as a vision of fucking Terry hard into his bed would flash in his mind.

But it wasn't just lust that Bruce was feeling. No, he knew what it really was. He had felt it so many times before, with Dick, Barbra, and Talia. Bruce hated to admit it, but he was. He was in love. He would walk down the street and see something that Terry would like, visit places Terry would love to go. He would worry, constantly, even when Terry was just at school or at home. When Terry was with him, he couldn't help but get dragged into mocking arguments, just to see Terry smile or hear him laugh. At times Bruce would wish Terry would come back from his routine with a cut or a wound, just so he could be close to him. Other times he wished Terry would come back safe and healthy.

Bruce snapped back to the meeting as everyone around him closed his or her laptop and stood. It was over and Bruce had missed the end. He didn't feel too bad though, every meeting was recorded, he could just go back over the vids. He looked at the clock and frowned, Terry was getting out of school by now. Bruce had been going in circles in his mind for too long. He had to focus on what was to be done for the rest of the day and quickly get back to the mansion before Terry arrived there.

Bruce frowned, as the raining hit against the windows hard. Half of his office was windows, as he had taken over Power's office as his own, on the top floor, overlooking the entire city. It was a bit large too, an entire floor as an office, still Bruce didn't mind the space or the fact that no one was allowed in unless beeped in. there were no bulky doors either, as the elevator came up through the floor.

Though he told himself to get focus, he drifted off again. The rain made him do that, but only because the rain reminded him of Terry. Of how Terry looked, soaking wet, grinning at him, hair plastered to his face, eyes wide and shinning happily. His cloths sticking to his body, tighter than they already were. And of other times, Terry shivering him, looking so pathetic it was cute, glancing up at him through his wet bangs, hanging in front of his face. His arms wrapped around his body, trying to keep warm, body hunched over. And then of Bruce giving Terry a towel, letting him dry his hair and then keep the towel around his shoulders. And when Terry would leave for the night, Bruce would let the towel dry and it smelled of rain and Terry.

And there was the way Terry would pull his wet clothes off of him, to put on the suit. Bruce had more than once glanced at Terry, slipping down his wet, tight jeans over creamy, smooth legs, which surprisingly had very little hair on them and it was light as well. The way Terry's black shirt would bunch up, covering his chest, but contrasting against his pale stomach, were the outline of a six-pack was forming. There was always the happy little sighs as Terry got the wet clothes off and then the grunts when he had to put them back on.

Bruce groaned and ran his hand through his slicked back, black hair. This really was becoming a problem.

Terry groaned, this was really becoming a problem. He couldn't see very well, he felt way worse than he had that morning and he did not want to drive up to Wayne Mansion in the rain…again. Sniffling, Terry stepped out into the rain, but a thin arm held him back.

"Whoa there Ter," Max said, "I'll give you a ride."

Terry could have cried.

"Really? Schway, you're the best, Max."

Max giggled and patted his back.

"I know. Now come on."

"What about my bike?"

"I'll come back and get it with my Dad's truck."

Terry really did think he was going to cry.

So Max drove Terry to the Wayne Mansion, though she had tried to convince Terry to just go home. But Terry insisted and just drowned down the rest of his Day-Quill, which wasn't much and Terry doubted it would do him any good. Max just tsked him and told him it was his mistake. Terry though couldn't just take a night off. It seemed whenever he had, one of the worst crimes happened. Even though lately there hadn't been much, Terry felt like all he had been doing was driving back and forth between his house and the Mansion. He kind of wished for something to happen. And didn't just have to be crime, it could be something with Bruce.

Terry blushed, he really should not start thinking about Bruce right now. But he was a teen…and they couldn't always stop from thinking things. He wondered if Bruce could tell that the air between them was different. He hoped so too. Terry had never been one to go for men, ever, but Bruce was…well Bruce. There was something so different about him. Terry had been amazed when he saw Bruce for the first time young. And now Terry couldn't stop thinking about it. His nicely tanned skin, his thick black hair, his muscles. Terry was impressed at the size of Bruce. He was tall, very tall. Terry had always thought Bruce loomed over him, now it was triple the feeling. And his eyes, Terry thought Women had sexy eyes, none of them compared to Bruce's. His were narrow, long black lashes, and stunningly bright blue. Terry had a hard time thinking about anything but sex when Bruce started at him with those eyes. It had been such a change from the eyes of a bitter old man. Even his voice was different, wasn't shaky at times. No, it was deeper, stronger, and husky. He was also surprised at Bruce's strength. He could lift Terry off the ground with one hand without the bat suit. Terry could just barely do that with the bat suit on. It made Terry want Bruce to do things to him. Rough things.

Terry guessed that the reason he was so attracted to Bruce as because he was so strong and tended to be rough. All teen girls were looking for love, not rough one-night stands. And while Terry wouldn't mind falling in love, having a rough night of sex just seemed to make him crazy. He wasn't going to get that with women. Bruce also made 

him feel strangely submissive. That was a new feeling to him and Terry was beginning to like feeling like that.

"Ok, Ter."

Terry jumped, the car had stopped.

"Thanks, Max." he said, wincing when his vocal cords protested against a voice louder than a whisper.

He shut the door and ran for the two large front doors of the mansion. The gate had been open, just like it always was until Terry arrived. He stood on the steps and watched Max drive away. He shivered and pulled his tight long sleeves down until they were over half of his palms, resting on his first set of knuckles. He raised one cloth-covered fist and was about to knock when one of the doors swung open, and Bruce stood there.

Terry looked like a deer in headlights, not expecting the door to pull open in a few seconds. Plus, it didn't help that Bruce had on another one of his form fitting suits and his hair all slicked back and sexy.

"H-hey." Terry said, a bit too loud and his vocal cords protested again, this time sending him into a coughing fit.

Bruce's eyes widened in surprise as the teen started hacking up his lungs on his front step. So this is what Max had meant.

"You're sick." It was not a question.

Terry nodded, covering both hands over his mouth and trying to get his lungs to relax so he could breathe. His eyes were starting to water.

Bruce frowned. He felt guilty now, he shouldn't had been so hasty with Max early. Terry sounded bad and standing out in this weather wasn't helping him. So Bruce reached out and pulled Terry in by his shoulder.

"Come on." And Bruce led him through the hallway, passed the living room, were the old godfather clock stood, hiding the bat cave.

Instead he took Terry to another living room, were Terry had only been twice. It was right next to the kitchen and a bathroom was the next room over. Bruce had usually spent his sick days in this living room. Alfred had always made sure Bruce was near a bathroom when he was sick.

Bruce dragged Terry into the room and sat him down on the couch, all the while, Terry was still coughing. He had managed to stop for a bit, but started up again when he took too deep of a breath.

Ace sat on the other end of the corner couch, taking up that entire end that stretched out straight. Terry shivered as he sat and Bruce disappeared into the kitchen. Ace lifted his head and whined, crawling a bit closer to Terry. Terry smiled and reached out with one hand and patted the Great Dane.

"Hey, boy." He managed through some coughs.

Ace whined again and nuzzled Terry's hand as it moved away.

Bruce came back out with a bundle of blankets and what looked to be a thermometer. Terry reached out to take a blanket from Bruce with shaky hands. Bruce frowned and didn't give him one. Instead he unfolded one himself and swung it over Terry's shoulders, pulling it down and closed it over the teen's chest.

"Turn your head." Bruce instructed and Terry did so.

Bruce switched the thermometer on and stuck it in Terry's ear, waited for it to beep and pulled it back out. The small black numbers flashed up at Bruce.

103.7 degrees.

Bruce frowned.

"Did you go to school?"

Terry nodded and snuffled, pulling the blanket closer to him.

"It can't be that bad. I'll go get suited up." Terry's scratchy voice whispered.

Bruce's strong hands stopped him.

"No, it is that bad, you won't be able to focus."

Terry didn't even bother to fight.

"I'll go out on a quick run."

Terry shot his head up to star at Bruce in the face, which hurt his neck from looking up so high.

"What?"

Bruce chuckled and ruffled Terry's hair. He was surprised at his own touch, but Bruce didn't show it.

"Don't worry, McGinnis, I'm not taking over."

Terry relaxed back into the couch and nodded.

"Stay here, I'll be back in an hour or so."

Terry nodded again and watched Bruce exit the room.

Sniffling Terry spotted the large TV in front of him and looked around for the remote, which just happened to be on the long coffee table, at the other end. Terry groaned.

Next to him, Ace looked up at the groan and watched Terry. Terry smiled at the dog.

"Hey, boy, want to get me the remote?" Terry whispered, pointing to the remote and then to himself.

Ace barked and stood from and jumped down to the floor. Grabbed the remote between his huge jaws, turned around, and in a two steps forward dropped it in Terry's lap, surprisingly slobber free.

"Thanks, boy." Terry crooked and patted Ace's head.

Ace jumped back up on the couch, giving Terry enough space to curl up and lay down and Terry did just that. He shifted a bit before resting his head on, the soft arm cushion and pulled the blanket up to his neck, curling his body inward and bending his knees, his feet tucked under Ace's paws and chin. His shoes lay on the floor where he had kicked them off. The lull of the TV and the pitter-patter of the rain led Terry into a light sleep. His hand went limp around the remote and his breathing evened out, his chest rising and falling deeply. Every time he breathed in though a small whistling noise came from him since his noise was so clogged with mucus.

Terry drifted in and out of sleep, for the next two hours. He had weird dreams that he would wake from with a jolt. His eyes fluttered when a loud noise would spark from the TV, but he managed to sleep most of the two hours. The four times he did drift awake, his vision was blurred and he fell right back asleep. It was the silence that woke Terry for the final time. It was dark in the living room, the TV shut off and Ace was missing from his feet. Terry breathed in deep as best he could and slowly and weakly pushed himself up. He bit the inside of his lip lightly as he rubbed his right temple, pushing back messed hair. His body ached and he was still cold, even with his thick long sleeves and wool blanket. He yawned, popping his jaw, and stretched before blinking sleep from his eyes and glancing around to see if Ace was anywhere on the floor.

Not having a victory, Terry stood, a bit wobbly at first and headed out into the hallway into the kitchen across from the room. The light was on and the soft thud of feet walking reached Terry's ears. He shivered as he stepped into the large kitchen and blinked at the brightness.

"Ow." He muttered, the light was a bit too bright.

Bruce turned, hearing Terry's soft pain expression. In his hand, he held a large mug, steam rising from it. Ace lay on the soft carpet under the sink, raising his head when Terry walked in. on the stove a pot sat and something bubbled in it. If Terry could smell, he was sure it would smell good. Bruce walked over to the light switch and turned the circle knob to the left a bit, dimming the lights.

"Better?" he asked, coming up to Terry and giving the mug to him.

Terry nodded and took the mug with shaky hands. He lifted it to his face and smiled as the hot steam ran into his nose and eyes. Bruce chuckled,

"Well drink it, it works better."

Terry smiled and lifted the mug rim to his lips, slowly pouring the hot liquid down his throat. It wasn't coffee and It wasn't hot chocolate either. It had an odd taste to it, good, but odd. After a long sip, Terry lowered the mug from his lips and gave Bruce a confused expression.

"It's tea."

"You drink tea?" Terry whispered and frowned at the still scratchiness of his voice.

"Only when I'm sick," Bruce smiled.

Terry hummed a response and moved a bit to quickly to take another drink. His vision swam and he stumbled back a bit. He was expecting to fall, but Bruce's strong hands caught his arm, the other on the middle of his back.

"Why don't you sit down?"

Terry frowned, Bruce's voice was oddly gentle…and he was being oddly nice too.

Terry sighed as Bruce sat him down in a chair, the mug being set on the table next to him.

"God, I feel old." Terry said and froze, looking at Bruce.

Bruce chuckled and patted Terry's shoulder.

"And to think, I used to feel that way all the time."

Terry smiled.

"So, catch anyone?" Terry asked.

Bruce shook his head and walked over to the stove, checked whatever was inside it and turned the heat off with a small push of a button. He walked over to the cabinets and took down two bowls.

"That's good, I guess." Terry shivered again and pulled the blanket closer around him.

Bruce nodded and a comfortable silence fell in the kitchen. Terry watched as Bruce poured the soup from the pot into the two different bowls. Watched as he shuffled around the kitchen, getting spoons, placing them on the table along with the bowls. As he gathered dog food and dumped three four cups into a dog bowl for Ace. As he filled up Ace's water bowl as well. It was odd, seeing Bruce being...homey. He never really expected Bruce to know how to cook (granted it was only soup, but still). Never knew that Bruce could be so…well loving was the word. He was taking care of Terry as if…as if he loved him.

Terry sighed. He imaged this was how Bruce treated Talia. Too bad it wouldn't last for him.

"I called your house."

Terry looked up from the bowl of soup placed in front of him.

"Mom's away on a business trip for the week, she took Matt with her."

Bruce nodded,

"Then you can stay here until you're better."

Terry blinked.

"What?"

"It's too cold for you to be running around. It's easier if you stay here."

"I still have to go to school."

"I'll call you in."

Terry gave him a look.

"You're not my guardian, they won't count that."

Bruce smiled,

"Oh, I think they will this time."

Terry eyed Bruce suspiciously before starting to eat his soup. If Bruce really wanted to keep him out of school, that was fine by him.

"Well, if I stay for the week, I need some stuff from home."

"I know, I put it in one of the rooms."

Terry gaped at Bruce.

"You broke into my house?"

Bruce laughed.

"No, I took your key."

"Oh."

Terry was quiet after that until he finished the soup. He blushed; Bruce had been in his room…which wasn't very clean. He had gone through his stuff…all of his stuff, well not all of it. Still…

"Terry."

Terry snapped out of his gaze. Bruce was standing next to him, Ace standing behind Bruce. Both bowls were gone and the tea in the mug gone cold.

"Come on, I'll show you were your room will be."

Terry stood and followed Bruce, who was walking much slower than normal, probably so Terry could keep up.

It was warm throughout the mansion, but Terry still felt chills. It also seemed like it took forever to get to the room but when they did, Bruce didn't give Terry a choice to leave it. Not that Terry had a problem with that, he was dead tired and fell asleep the moment he pulled the covers over his head and Bruce closed the door.

Outside Bruce headed back into the kitchen to finish cleaning up, Ace at his heel. He was surprised when Terry showed up sick. He also felt bad; he had problem something to do with it. He knew Terry didn't get much sleep and the cold weather only weakened his immune system more. Bruce knew how that was; during the winter, he had always been more prone to sickness when he first started being Batman as well. He could understand how Terry was feeling.

Bruce smiled to himself as he undressed for bed, Ace already at the foot of the mattress. Terry was amusing when he was sick and unfortunately (or fortunately), he was adorable as well. Bruce found out that Terry could possible get anything from him.

It didn't take long for Bruce to fall asleep either, which felt a bit odd to him since it was still early. Well, early for Batman.



Bruce woke 5 hours later, at three in the morning. Something seemed odd. He sat up and glanced around, Ace was missing. Rising Bruce headed out into the hallway, looking for Ace. He didn't have to go far though. He found Ace sitting outside the room Terry was sleeping in.

"What's the matter, boy?" Bruce asked, rubbing Ace's ears.

Ace just pawed the door whined and then turned around to head back to the Master suit of the mansion. Bruce watched Ace go back to his room with a bit of confusion. The Dane seemed to think Terry was in need of something, but he wasn't anxious, still, Bruce wanted to check and make sure. So he opened the door as quietly as he could, in case Terry was still asleep. He wasn't expecting Terry to be awake though.

"Terry? Are you alright?"

Terry was sitting up in bed, blankets kicked to the bottom, pillows all piled around him. He sat leaning against them, his black boxer's tight and went down to mid thigh. He was starting down at his feet, hands collapsed loosely in front of him. He glanced up through his bangs at Bruce's voice.

"I'm cold."

Bruce frowned and stepped forward climbed onto the bed and took Terry's hands into his. He slid his hands up and down Terry's arms and then placed them over his own neck and pulled Terry close to him. Terry's body was shivering as their skin touched and Bruce felt Terry's arms tighten around his neck, pulling teen up and closer to him. Bruce sighed and let his hand drift into Terry's hair and stroke the strains. His other hand running down the shivering teen's back, tracing his spine.

"why aren't you sleeping under the blankets?" Bruce whispered in Terry's ear.

Terry just whimpered something and pulled himself closer to Bruce.

"I'm so cold." And then Terry pulled back and looked up at Bruce through his bangs again, this time a needing glare.

"Terry…"

"Warm me up, Bruce." Terry whispered and lunched up, pressing his lips against Bruce's.

Bruce sat there on the bed, not responding. Hadn't Terry's voice been scratchy early? But as Terry pushed his body harder against Bruce's, the once Batman began to kiss back. He pushed against Terry, having him lay down, Bruce hovering over him. When Terry gasped as Bruce's hands slid down to his inner thighs, Bruce slipped his tongue in Terry's mouth. He needed to taste the teen. It was a sloppy kiss, but Bruce didn't care. He stroked Terry's tongue with his own, getting the suddenly shy teen to play back with 

him. His hands slowly pushed up and down Terry's inner thighs, reaching the spot that Terry wanted him to touch most before slowly running them back down, getting whimpers from the teen below him. He broke the kiss, Terry panting heavily and looking up at him with lust filled eyes. Terry bit his lip and his eyes fluttered as Bruce bent down and began to teeth his collarbone. Terry's shaky hands came up and slid into Bruce's black hair, tugging.

"Bruce…"

Bruce growled against Terry's flesh and bit harder, making Terry cry out, before gently tonguing the same spot, drawing lazy circles. Terry's hands tugged harder at his hair and he moaned again. Bruce chuckled against Terry's skin and closed his lips over the sore area and sucked, hard.

Terry once again moaned but this time it sound more like a…bark?

Bruce 's eyes shot open as Ace's loud bark filled his eyes again. He frowned and sat up, looking to the sound.

"What's the matter boy?"

Ace barked again and ran around the bed and then to the door and scratched at it. Bruce frowned and forgot all about his dream in an instant, though his body didn't quiet as fast. He grabbed a pair of sweats and slipped them on, opened the door and followed Ace as the Great Dane rushed out the door. Bruce had to break into a slight run as Ace ran down the hallway and into the opened door of Terry's room. Bruce frowned, he had closed it. Bruce rushed in a few seconds after Ace and found the dog nuzzling Terry, who was sprawled on the floor.

"Shit." Bruce uttered and rushed to Terry's fallen body, knelt down and gently lifted the sick teen from the floor.

Terry gave a sickly moan as he did so, but he didn't wake. Bruce was unsure if leaving Terry alone was a good idea, so he turned and brought the teen back to his room, placing Terry in his king size bed and pulling the covers over his body. Ace whined and placed his head on the mattress, watching Terry.

"Good, boy, Ace." Bruce said, scratching the dog's head.

Bruce quickly went into his bathroom and grabbed the thermometer, cold medicine, water in a glass, water in a bowl, and a small white towel. He placed all of them on the bedside table, keeping the thermometer in his hand and turning Terry's head to the side. Terry's fever had been dangerously high if it got up to 104 he would have to take Terry to the hospital. He hoped it hadn't gotten that high. Gently, Bruce repeated the 

same action from early and looked at the small black numbers once again, it flashed 103.8 at him. Terry's fever had only gone up a bit, but it was still too high.

Placing the thermometer on the table side, Bruce took the glass of water, slid a hand at the base of Terry's neck and lifted the glass to Terry's lips.

"Terry." Bruce whispered and shook the boy slightly.

Terry moaned and his lips parted, but he didn't wake.

Bruce slowly poured the water down Terry's throat, stroking the side with his thumb to make it easier for him to swallow the liquid while asleep. He continued the action until the glass was half-empty. Placing that back on the table, Bruce soaked the small towel in the bowel of water before ringing it out and repeating the action twice more. With a final twist, the extra water dribbled out of the towel, leaving it cool and moist. Bruce untwisted it and folded it to fit on Terry's forehead. He pushed back Terry's bangs and placed the towel on the hot skin. Terry sighed and turned his head slightly towards Bruce's touch.

Bruce sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Things were really getting out of hand. Bruce had to do something about it fast, either he let himself be happy for once or ignored it, as he had with Dick. He reached over and smoothed Terry's hair back. Maybe this one time, it could actually work…maybe.

Bruce had to admit though; he had tried to run from this. The moment he had gotten back from Talia's lab, young forever, he thought he knew the perfect way to get rid of this feeling for Terry. Women, young, hot women. Young, hot women that would now die to go out with him. Not only was he rich, but young…forever. So he threw himself into parties and nights out for the last three weeks. But the last one had stopped last night. When Barbra had brought up Terry at his latest 'business meeting' well that was it. Bruce had to face it, he didn't want young, hot women, he wanted a young hot teenage male and he was pretty sure Terry felt something for him back. If he didn't, there was always the playboy charm that Bruce could pull, even when he was old he could sort of still do it. God only knows how much Terry's mother had practically thrown herself at him, Terry saw it too.

Bruce stroked Terry's cheek with his knuckles before standing and stretching. It was 5:30 in the morning and he would be getting up in half an hour, there was no use going back to bed. Besides, he didn't need to go to Wayne tower every day. Yesterday had been a meeting. Bruce didn't have an office here in the mansion for nothing.

He left the door open to hear Terry if he got up and gave Ace a command to stay with the black-haired teen as well.

Bruce grabbed a sweater and pulled it over his bare chest; he needed to go raise the heat as well. He would work on whatever didn't get done yesterday until Terry woke and then he planned on having a long talk with the current Batman.

So, another chapter done. Next one is going to be really fun to write, haha, I bet you guys can gues what their going to talk about...or you know...maybe not talk...lol! Anyway, please review and don't forget if you want the juice version it will be on my Deviant Art site, the website/link is at the top of the page. You can't miss it. Thanks for reading guys!! Love ya!

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