Sorry this took a while this was originally just a little side project but i really like it so i'm gonna keep working on this. Also i have a few ideas for villains but if anyone has anyone they want to see or any ideas on who would make a good villain (besides the Joker, i cant do that much crazy sorry) leave a comment. As always i own nothing and please enjoy
BRL
Drake was absent for several days, though only Terry and Max knew the real reason. "Did you really hurt him that badly?" asked Max as they hung out in a computer lab.
"I didn't! The police, the gangs and the bank robbers, maybe. Besides the kid's tough, it's not like I'm completely bruise free here," answered Terry as he rubbed his ribs.
Max just cooed. "Big bad Batman; beaten up by a teenager with sticks and a bad attitude. Not to mention got your butt whooped by some ancient boxer."
Terry glared. "Put on the suit and let's see how you do."
Max immediately smirked. "Thought you'd never ask! I'm already coming up with new designs and some schway gadgets for myself."
Terry held up his hand. "Not what I meant and you know it."
"Slag it, you are no fun McGinnis," complained Max as she opened her locker.
"That's what I'm always telling him, at least he doesn't ditch you every night," said Dana as she walked over.
Terry apologized as he helplessly shrugged. "It's not my fault, I got these responsibilities now Dana, Mr. Wayne needs me."
"Mhmn, you give me the same answer all the time. I'm just waiting to see when these responsibilities become about your girlfriend and not just your job," countered Dana as she got her books. "Cause when they do, I'm probably not gonna be around." With that Dana walked off.
Max shook her head as she chuckled. "Did you miss an anniversary or something?"
Terry glared at his friend as he leaned against the lockers. "No, but I might as well have. I had to cancel on this real schway dinner date to this new fancy restaurant, all organic and eco-friendly. She got dressed up and everything."
"Really blew that one McGinnis," responded Max.
Terry gave her a disbelieving look. "Gee you think? Man sometimes I hate my night job." He went to say more when a new shadow approached. "Drake!" called Terry.
The new kid stopped, his head cocked to the side. He nodded slightly to the pair before he continued. Max looked back to Terry. "We gonna follow?"
"Ms. Gibson I'm starting to believe you're a mind reader. Shall we?" asked Terry as he offered Max his arm.
"Careful Terry, people are gonna start talking 'bout us," answered Max as she took it.
Terry shrugged. "Dana's already pissed, but at least she never thinks that. Come on." The two set off after Drake.
The new teenager flowed through the crowds like water, as if he had been doing it his whole life. His body language directed attention away from, he seemed determined to be only half remembered at best, a shadow that no one knew if it was ever quite there. If it had been anyone else, Drake would have lost them easily. But in the months that Terry took over the mantle of the Batman, he had become quite the expert in tracking people, with or without the aid of technology. The teenaged detective quickly found Drake's trail and followed it, Max right behind him.
Drake made his way to a less occupied section of the school; it usually was abandoned unless people had to be there. When Terry and Max turned a hallway Drake was waiting, he was leaning against a locker with his arms crossed over his chest. "Why…are…you following…me?" asked the mysterious teen.
Both stopped and looked at each other. Finally Terry spoke. "We were worried bout you, you were out of school for a few days."
Drake cocked an eyebrow. "Bull." He stepped forward and threw a punch. Terry caught the blow then countered with one of his own. Drake dodged left and came up with a smirk. Max was pushed back as the two teen heroes circled each other. "Fight well."
"You do to, why are we fighting though?" asked Terry. Drake just grinned as he rushed forward.
Terry could see Drake wasn't used to fighting without his sticks. While he was skilled, his rhythm was off, and his attacks weren't quite as coordinated as they usually were. Terry, on the other hand, had no such problem. He threw a round kick followed by a back kick that forced Drake back. Terry didn't bother to ask what was going on again, Drake wanted to prove something to himself, Terry might as well go along with it.
Drake picked himself up and took a boxing stance. He charged forward with a barrage of jabs that actually forced Terry back, then Drake came down with a massive cross. Terry dodged the punch but grabbed Drake's arm. With a smirk, Terry flipped the teen over his shoulder, sending Drake right into the lockers.
The teen jumped back to his feet, his yellow eyes bright and excited. "Come on!" he roared as he flew forward. Terry took a new stance and the two went at it again. Or tried to.
Max stepped right in the middle and slapped both of them. "What is wrong with you two!?"
Terry stumbled back, rubbing his head. "He started it."
Max cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously McGinnis, you're worse than the twip sometimes." Max then wheeled around on Drake. "And you! Look the mysterious loner thing went out in the early 2010's, stop it! And seriously who attacks the closest things they have to friends!?"
Drake checked his jaw as he shrugged. "Friends?" he asks almost hesitantly.
Max tried to slap him again. "Yes! We're trying to be your friends if you'd let us! God you're a bigger idiot than he is!" She pointed over her shoulder at Terry who was checking his shoulder.
Both male teens blushed slightly. Drake sighed and held out his hand. "Sorry."
Terry took it gingerly. "Yea, no worries Drake, come on I think we're late for class."
Max shook her head as she fell into step with the two. Though, a smirk flitted across her face, she now had two vigilantes for friends, and she still wasn't allowed to become one, she would have to change that.
Drake watched Terry for the rest of the day. The fight confirmed his suspicions that Terry was the Batman, but Drake had a hard time seeing it. Terry was happy; he didn't act or look tortured, so how did he become the Dark Knight? The more Drake watched, the more confused he became. Everything he had read, learned, or heard always told him heroes had a dark reason for becoming what they were; yet Terry seemed completely at peace, what could possibly be his reason for donning the cowl? When the bell finally rang, Drake could feel the beginnings of a headache from all his analyzing. He gathered his supplies up and was about to leave when Terry walked over to him. "Hey, we uh, we need to talk, in private."
Drake nodded as he followed Terry out of the room. Terry sent an apologetic look to Max who just sighed and distracted Dana while the two superheroes ducked out. The two started making their way to the parking lot when a car and a motorcycle pulled up. Out stepped Bruce while a beautiful older woman gracefully climbed off the bike. Drake sent Terry a confused look, who could only match it.
"Who…old man?" whispered Drake.
"Bruce Wayne, who's the woman?" replied Terry just as low.
"Selina Kyle," answered Drake. Terry almost swore.
But the Bruce and Selina paid their protégés no mind. Bruce eyes hardened when Selina removed her helmet, revealing a shock of silver hair. "Selina, when did you get back to Gotham?"
Selina grinned as she strutted over to Bruce, her charm still there, despite her age. "Oh Brucie I didn't know you still cared." She smiled, but Bruce kept his hard gaze. Selina just giggled slightly. "Well for your information, I returned when my…grandnephew became my responsibility. There he is now, Drake!" Bruce whirled to look at the pair of teenagers and his eyes narrowed.
"Selina, don't tell me," he growled.
Selina blew Bruce a kiss as Drake walked over. "Oh be nice Brucie, at least he's not a thief. Even you have to admit he has good teachers. Come on Drake we have work to do, bye Brucie." She went back to her bike, only to stop and notice Terry. "Ohhh, so you're the one. How positively puuuuuurffect, he's a good choice Bruce, we'll see you later." She handed Drake a helmet and climbed onto the bike.
Despite himself, Drake sent Terry a sheepish smile and got on the bike. Selina smirked at Bruce before slamming her helmet's visor down, she peeled out of the lot, Drake hung on for dear life. Terry was next to Bruce as the old vigilante climbed back into his car. "Is that who I think it is?" asked Terry.
"Yes, that is Catwoman, and if she's training Drake, this just became a lot more complicated," replied Bruce.
Terry clambered into the driver's seat of the car and took off for Wayne Manor. "She's pretty schway looking, you know, for an older woman." Bruce just sent the teen an evil glare. Terry shrugged as he dipped down into the seat. "Right, ex-girlfriend, we're not gonna go there, got it."
Meanwhile Selina tapped the comms bead in her helmet to talk to Drake. "So, you're friends with the new Batman hmm?" Drake shrugged against her back. Selina chuckled. "It's not a bad thing, me and Bruce…that was fun; at least you're on the right side of the law." She laughed again only to stop. "You don't…like him do you?"
If his aunt could see him, she would have giggled at the bright crimson that stained Drake's face. "N-n-no, I-I-I d-don't like him. N-n-not g-g-gay a-a-aunt Selina. Y-y-you k-know that."
"Do I? You barely look at anyone, it's not healthy my dear, you should go out with kids your own age, at least some nights," countered Selina.
Drake rolled his eyes, this was an old argument. Part dissuasion from being a vigilante, part incentive to be a thief like his aunt. Not that his aunt was a bad person, she took care of Drake, he just…he wasn't a thief. Well, he fingered the creds in his pocket, not a real thief. "I-I-I'm f-f-fine auntie."
Selina just shook her head as she throttled the engine. They eventually stopped in front of a large housing complex on the edge of Gotham. Selina had built a very nice fortune all her years stealing and when she became custodian of Drake she decided to use that wealth to help her nephew. Selina owned the entire complex, the top two floors were dedicated to Drake's vigilante work, the middle two were a museum of Selina's accomplishments and the rest was living quarters. The security system was based off JL design and not even Selina could break into it. Selina pulled the bike into an underground garage which had several cars and motorcycles all parked inside. Drake jumped off the bike and all but fled before his aunt could continue the argument.
Selina sighed as he ran off. "Dinner's at six!" she called. She pulled out a cell phone and made a phone call. "So, I feel we should…talk, about, yes about him. Tonight? Oh, right, maybe tomorrow then, lunch? Fine." She hung up the phone and looked back at the stairs, she already knew what her ward was doing, yet she wished he wouldn't.
Drake took the stairs three at a time as he made his way up the complex. He finally stopped in the large training area. He picked up a pair of rattan sticks and set to work on a training dummy. The sticks wove a dazzlingly pattern, changing angles and height constantly. Finally he slammed both down on the dummy's head, cracking the sticks. He stepped back, panting as he stared at the damaged sticks. He sighed and dropped them then took a boxing stance. He was nowhere near as fluid as he was with the sticks, but his movements were crisp and his attacks coordinated.
After a bone jarring left hook Drake stepped back and rolled his shoulders, smiling slightly when the muscles cracked and popped. He stretched his neck then grabbed a towel and water bottle. He was wiping the sweat off his brow when his comm bead began to beep. He put it in. "Yes?"
"Trouble in down town Gotham, it looks like Batman needs a hand," said Selina over the radio. Drake grinned as walked into another room. He flipped on a light and stared at his costume. The armored suit had been tailored to him, with the hood and mask based off an old Robin design, though Drake lacked a cap. He picked up the mask and fitted it on, a smirk wormed its way onto his face. "Schway."