Disclaimer: Still don't own Young Justice but Season 2 part to just came out on DVD so WooHoo! Both FoREVer Nightwing and I are going to be a little busy for the next few months so chapter updates may be a bit slower then we'd like. But stay tuned it's going to be worth the wait. ENJOY!
Chapter 3: Talking Around the Problem
Nightwing sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He left Terry in his room/cell to access his main computer. He needed a little more information before he called in Batman. His eyes widened as he read the downloaded information he retrieved from the new Batman's suit. This technology was way more advanced than anything he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot. Truthfully, he shouldn't have been able to hack it, so how did he?
The answer was both surprising and logical but also scary. This was new technology but the programming was familiar, very familiar. This was the same base program that both the Bat Clan and the Justice League used. He himself had helped to write part of it. But that wasn't the scary part. He knew Batman, his Batman, had been toying around with advancements to his suit. It was still in the blueprint stage but similarities with this new Batman's suit were striking.
And to top it off, the energy readings he got from the crater and the kid were very close to the readings he retrieved from Impulse's time machine. Close, but there was something off about them. He pulled up a separate screen letting him keep an eye on Terry. After finding out he was trapped in the past the poor boy looked scared, but after his initial shock wore off Bat instincts took over and he put on an emotionless mask. He sure acted like a Bat, but was that because he was one or had he just been studding them? As he contemplated the many possibilities, he got an incoming transmission from the boss man himself. After years of working with the man, Dick had just about mastered reading the subtle mood changes most people would see as an eternal scowl. The man was not happy and Dick was just thrilled that he got to be the one that would give him the information that would put him into an even fouler mood.
"Batman, I'm glad you called. I was just about to forward the information I was able to retrieve from our new friend."
"The man claiming to be Batman." Oh yeah, he was pissed.
"As it turns out, there might be a word of truth to his claim." A subtle twitch of his upper eyebrow was a clear warning to explain and to do it quickly. "He's claiming to be Batman from the future and trained by…well, you."
"I hope you're not simply taking him at his word."
"Of course not. I'm sending you the data I received from his suit as well as the energy readings from when he first arrived." Batman didn't say anything as he examined Nightwing's evidence.
"And there's more." Silently again Batman looked up. "He knows our secret identities, all of our identities."
"What! How were we compromised?" Batman yelled, clearly angry.
"I don't know. None of our masks were removed, nor were any of our names mentioned. He did make sure we were in a secure area before he called me, 'Mr. Grayson.'"
"I suppose we should be grateful he didn't shout it from the roof tops like the last time traveler." Yeah, Impulse was not one of Batman's favorite people at the moment. "I'll be there as soon as I can. In the mean time, try to find out if he's trying to pull the wool over our eyes. Remember to follow protocol and if he really is…Batman, remind him to follow protocol as well." And with that, Batman cut the feed.
Nightwing groaned as he glanced back at the New Batman. Exactly how was he suppose to find out more about the kid without breaking protocol and learning more about the future then he already did? Still, it was never a good idea to leave a Bat alone for long, so he might as well give it a shot.
As he walked into the room, Terry looked up. Nightwing took this opportunity to get a good look at the potential Batman of the future. The boy was around his age, give or take a year or so. He had dark hair and striking blue eyes, something, he suspected, his Batman unconsciously looked for in his protégées, among other things. It was a little difficult to judge the condition of his body with the suit on but he looked relatively healthy. There was also a subtle hardness to his features that only someone in their line of work acquired and recognized. But it was also something their enemies possessed as well.
"Hey, when you're finished threat assessing me could I get some food? I'm starving," Terry yelled, breaking Nightwing out of his stupor.
"Oh, right. Sure, just give me a moment." He walked away, well aware that Terry's eyes were following him in to the kitchen area.
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Terry was grateful Nightwing had finally stopped staring at him. Even though he only knew the Dick Grayson in his time for a shot while, it was still really weird seeing him so…youthful. He didn't get to see much of Grayson fighting earlier, but the way he carried himself just seemed so strong. Not that the 60 plus Dick Grayson was a weakling by any means, but with the collection of injuries the man had sustained over the years, he was nowhere near at his peak, especially the ones he received in his final act at as Nightwing. The young man in the kitchen area might as well have been a different person. In fact, it was easier to think of him as a different person. Going from late teens to 60's was a huge leap and big changes were inevitable. He wondered just how much Bruce had changed other then physically. He somehow doubted the younger one was any friendlier than the old man back home.
"I hope you still follow the time traveling protocol of the Bat clan in the future," Nightwing called out from the other room, "Because Batman expects you to follow the same rules."
Terry rolled his eyes but nodded. "I know: No reveling anything about the future if you can help it. You might accidently erase yourself, or cause an apocalyptic event or something." He heard a slight chuckle from Nightwing. "Seriously I know the job gets us into some weird situations and there's protocol for just about everything, but who would ever think we actually need to use half of them in real life?"
Nightwing laughed as he came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of food. "After all these years I've learned not to question his bizarre orders. He's usually right and his 'I told you so' lectures are the worst." Terry frowned slightly. That didn't sound anything like Grayson senior, but then again a lot can happen in 40 years.
"No kidding. I'm in for a big one when I get home," Terry said, eyeing the bowl of soup and bread roll in front of him. "You didn't put any sleeping pills or truth serum in this, did you?"
Nightwing smirked. "Nope, I need you awake for when Batman gets here. And the truth serum would be a violation of protocol. Beside you already let an important piece of information slip."
Terry blinked, trying to figure out his mistake. "I did? What did I say?"
"You told me you met me in your time, meaning I'm still alive in 40 years." 'Surprisingly' he added on in his head.
Terry slapped a hand on his head. "Damn, I don't suppose you could leave that part out? You know Batman isn't going to want details either."
"Sorry, if one of us is going to be lectured I'm happy it's not me."
"Oh come on, you do realize I'm going to get lectured twice for this little side trip, don't you? Once from young Bruce, and once from old Bruce, the one with the big fucking cane."
Nightwing was laughing out loud at this point. "Hey, don't laugh, that cane hurts!"
"I would hope so." It took every ounce of training Terry had learned over the years not to jump at the low but threatening voice of his mentor. He put his soup spoon down and slowly looked up at the legendary Dark Knight. The stories did not do him justice. The long flowing cloak, making him blend in with the shadows, the tall frame towering over him, ready to pounce at the slightest hint of an attack, and that soul piercing glare that was sure to give him nightmares. So this is why all those old school villains were never really scared of him when he first arrived on the scene. The old Batman's presence alone would make most men tremble in fear. Luckily Terry was not most men. He refused to be scared of his mentor, even if he could probably put him through a wall without breaking a sweat.
Terry put on his most cocky smile and tried to hide the slight tremor in his voice. "Always wondered what you were like in your prime, Bruce." The glair intensified and suddenly Terry wasn't feeling so confident anymore. "Not that I want a personal demonstration or anything." While he couldn't see it he knew Nightwing was hiding in a corner enjoying watching him sweat, the bastard.
"Who are you?"
"Didn't your little birds tell you? I'm Batman." He felt a rush of air as a fist flew past his head making a small dent in the wall right behind his ear.
"Want to try that again?"
"And here I thought you might have mellowed after 40 years. Okay, like I told Nightlight," He knew the other teen was frowning at that one. Take that, Dick. "My name is Terry McGinnis, in 40 years you're too old for the job so I took over with you as my mentor. I'm not sure how much more I can say without breaking protocol, though."
"Details on how you got here override the protocol. Now talk."
"Alright, I was fighting a villain named Time Code. He's originally from your time and a Gotham local. Ring any bells?"
"No one under that alias is currently operating in Gotham."
"Slag, I must have been sent too far back. His MO was sending wanted criminals to the future for a profit. We had an incident with a teenage super from your time ending up in the Bat cave in my time. I don't know all the details but he managed to make it back home."
"Who was the hero?"
"Static Shock." Nightwing, who was in fact listening to every word of this conversation, raised an eyebrow. "But if I've been sent back too far I don't know if he's even active yet. I'm not sure but the old-I mean Bruce, said his partner Gear helped get him home.
"That was over a year ago in my time. I was tracking a thief when Bruce recognized him. I uh…sort of lost contact with him and wound up in a fight that ended with him pushing me through a glowing hole in the middle of the room."
"Lost contact?"
"I uh…may have been a little angry at him and sort of turned off the com."
What followed was a very unpleasant lecture about the responsibilities of being Batman, following orders and insults to Terry's character that almost made him want to break down in tears. He still wasn't sure how he held it in though.
"You are to stay put while we try to figure a way to get you back home. You will not be disobeying orders again. Is. That. Clear?"
"Crystal." Terry said, too stunned to do anything else. And with that the Dark Knight left the room Nightwing trailing behind him.
"Okay…maybe he's mellowed a little."
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Nightwing was right, he was glad it wasn't him on the receiving end of that lecture. Oh course, now he felt sorry for the kid. He knew how easy it was to ignore an order that sounded foolish and get yourself into a heap of trouble because of it.
"So what's the plan? Do we believe him or you think this is some elaborate plan?" Nightwing asked.
"It's too early to say. What are your initial impressions?" Nightwing was a little surprised Batman was asking his opinion, especially after the Blue and Green Beatle incident.
"It's hard to say. He seems sincere and he's definitely been trained either by a Bat or someone who knows a lot about us. In other words: a future ally or a present danger." Batman silently observed his young protégé. They both knew what Batman wanted to talk to him about but it seemed like they were both talking around the problem.
"You reacted when he mention Static Shock. Someone you've met?" Yep, once again avoiding the issue, but for now that was fine with Nightwing. He really didn't feel like talking about Wally and how he failed him.
"It could be the new freshman, Virgil Hawkins. He's currently being mentored by Black Lighting but John Stewart's also taking an interest. He hasn't chosen an alias yet but I think Static was one of ones he was considering. Beast Boy thinks he should go with Lighting Lad, not one of Virgil's top picks."
"And his supposed partner Gear?"
"As far as I know, Virgil doesn't have a partner. The name "Gear" doesn't seem to match any of the others we rescued from the Reach, but other kids were found once we exposed the Reach to the public. They tried to destroy the evidence, in other words, the kids, but thanks to Aqualad and Artemis we were able to get most of them out safely. There were also kids on their list that they planned to abduct but were never able to. It's possible it could be one of them or simply someone he knows."
"Or a hero who's not active yet," Batman added, "If Static really is Virgil, Terry doesn't know he actually is active even if he's just starting out." In other worlds, slightly more evidence that Terry is from the future.
"I'm going to have the evidence you've gathered examined at the Watch Tower. We have to know for sure if he's telling the truth." Batman said, as he pocketed the flash drive Nightwing gave him.
"And if he really is from the future, what are the odds of us getting him home?"
"Nothing is certain at the moment, but it seems Kid Flash's interference-" Nightwing visibly flinched. He still wasn't use to the fact that Impulse had taken up Wally's old name. Even though Wally had offered it to his future cousin, Dick still couldn't call him that name.
Batman was on the verge of asking his son if he was alright but returned to the topic at hand. "As I was saying, when Bart Allen came to the past he interfered and as a result Berry Allen survived when he should have perished. He also helped to stop Blue Beatle and the Reach from enslaving the human race, altering the timeline he was from. In other words, the world Bart came from no longer exists. He'll never be able to return to the home he once knew." Nightwing agreed, but after finding out the horrible future Bart had come from, he doubted the boy had any interest of returning. But that reminded Dick of the boy's strange behavior.
"Speaking of which… Im-Bart's been acting a little weird lately."
"I've noticed." Batman said with a scowl, remembering the sugar incident.
"He's been hanging around the whole Bat Clan recently. It's almost as if he trying to tell us some-"
Batman held up his hand. "Whatever Bart has to say, he needs to follow protocol and keep it to himself."
"But because of him, Barry's alive and the Reach has been kicked off the planet. What if he's trying to warn us about-"
But Batman stopped him again. "He's already changed time dramatically. And while it may have seemed like a positive outcome, it's going to have unexpected consequences. Add to the fact that we may have another time traveler, any changes he makes could permanently damage the time stream. From my observation, Terry is not from the future Bart Allen left."
"It almost sounds like you'd prefer it if he was an imposter."
"An imposter would be a lot less dangerous." Nightwing sighed, this just got a lot more complicated.
"So what do we do with him? The cave's out the question and our safe houses aren't as secure."
"I see no reason why he can't stay right here." Batman stated calmly much to Nightwing's surprise.
"No offence Batman, but I'm supposed to be on a break. You know I'll still help if you need me but…I'm not ready, I need time."
"Dick, I know what happened to Wally affected you-"
"It's killing me!" Dick yelled out, not caring that Terry might be able to hear him from the other room. "It was my damn plan that put Kaldur and Artemis in danger. My plan that made it okay to make everyone think one friend betrayed us and one was dead. My plan that lost us the cave and home to many members of my team. And it was my damn plan that forced the Reach into a corner, made them implement their endgame that lead to my best friend getting killed!" Batman remained silent, letting his son finally vent out some of his frustrations.
"Everyone keeps saying the same thing. That it wasn't my fault and there was nothing I could have done, but I know that's not true." Dick's anger dissipated slightly as sadness crept into his voice. "I was monitoring the egg when we first discovered them, but I choose to go out into the field instead of looking for more. I should have realized the magnetic poles would have cancelled out our trackers and sent someone to scout. I should have talked to Wally right after we broke up the summit instead of waiting until the mission was over." He closed his eyes remembering all of the events that happened over the last year.
"There was so much I wanted to say, wanted to apologize for and now I'll never get that chance. I'm not fit to effetely lead the team and I'm an even worse at being a friend. I can't do it Batman I…I can't be you. I can't just keep pretending I'm okay and move on to the next case. I…I need some time."
Batman put a hand on his young partner's shoulder. "You're right Dick, you're not me. I never wanted you to become like me, so driven that you'd lose sight of you own humanity." Dick looked up at his mentor. He didn't know how to respond to that. "This job, this life takes its toll, and despite all the planning we do, mistakes will be made. How we adjust and compensate makes all the difference and ultimately saves lives."
"I just…" But Dick couldn't bring himself to go any further. He wanted someone to yell at him, someone to say, "Yes, it was your fault." Of all the times for Bruce to have one of his rare moments of compassion…
"It's alright if you still need some time, but time to heal, not wallow and brood. I want you to stay here and keep an eye on Mr. McGinnis."
"Wait, Batman, didn't I just say I needed some time."
"Away from fieldwork and away from missions reports, yes. But we both know sitting in your apartment, wasting away won't do you any good." Not for the first time, Dick wondered if Batman really knew him that well or if he just hid cameras in his apartment.
"So you want me to babysit."
"I want you to determine if he's a threat."
"And you're trusting me with this?"
"Just as I trusted you when I left Earth. Seeing how it wasn't destroyed by the time I got back, I know I made the right choice then just as I am now."
And without another word, Batman left his first protégé with a lot to think about and a new house guest to entertain.
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Terry was well aware that the current Batman didn't trust him. Given the situation, he could see why. He did just fall out of a hole and claimed to be a Batman from the future. Okay, that sounded a little crazy, even in his head. But right now, he had to make him believe he was telling the truth. There was no chance of him getting himself home on his own. Right now, he wasn't even sure if he could get home, the technology was iffy, even in his time, and if he jumped back too far like he suspected, then he might have to wait until Time Code went active. That was a long time to play nice and not change the future.
He hoped his Bruce from back home was still in good standings with Gear. Gear and Static were some of the few heroes that were still active after 40 years and, as far as he knew, the only ones who still considered themselves partners. 40 years was a long time to remember how to fix a time machine, but with a meta-charged brain, there was still hope that he hadn't forgotten. Gear still worked with Bruce on occasion but Bruce still had a bad habit of pissing people off and he really sucked at apologies. Right now his only hope was that the old man would swallow a bit of pride and ask for help, if just to make sure Terry didn't screw up the time stream.
Terry pinched the bridge of his nose. There were two situations Batman hated more than anything else, magic and time travel. He supposed he should be grateful that he wasn't sent back by a wizard.
"It's killing me!" Terry looked up as he heard Nightwing shouting something at Batman. He knew it was wrong and he knew he shouldn't be listening in, but so much had happened between his Bruce and the Dick Grayson in the future, curiosity won him over. He couldn't make out the entire conversation, but it seemed Nightwing was upset about some plan that went wrong or something. He couldn't tell who it was, but apparently someone died, someone close to Nightwing.
The rest of the conversation was too low for him to make out, but at least now he knew why Nightwing was in such a bad mood. The death of a friend was something he could relate to. Before he could think any more on that unwanted topic, Nightwing came back into the room, and he was alone.
Bats were hard people to read at the best of times, but right now, even though he had threw up an emotionless mask, even Terry could tell Nightwing was still upset after the shouting match with Batman. "So where's the boss?"
Nightwing paused for a moment, looking Terry over once again. "He's trying to confirm your story. In the meantime, it looks like you're my new roommate."
Terry blinked. "So what, you're just going to keep me locked up?"
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised you haven't tried to escape yet. Not very bat-like." Dick said, teasing slightly.
"Hey, I may know technology more advanced than anything you've seen, but time travel is not one of them. I figure my best shot of getting back is playing nice and hanging out with the rest of the heroes while trying not to erase myself or anyone else in the process."
Nightwing admitted it was sound logic, if it was true. "I'll see about getting you some extra clothes and a bigger living space. You can keep the suit and the comm, but the weapons stay off."
Terry flopped back on the cot in his cell, clearly frustration. "Wonderful." For a long time the two just stared at each other unsure what to say. Unable to stand the tension any longer Terry broke the ice.
"So, are we just going to stare at each other or did Batman forbid any unnecessary form of communication?"
"We have to follow protocol. That means no talk of the future and no shop talk." Nightwing thought for a moment. "You like music?"
"Yeah, but I'm not into oldies." Terry said making a face.
"Oldies?" And so, the two sat in silence, once again trying to think of a safe topic that would span over 40 years. This time it was Nightwing who tried to break the ice.
"So Batman and Nightwing walk into a bar-"
"Is this the one that ends with, 'But Batman, your cape's on fire?'"
"Ah, so you have heard that one before." And with that, both teens broke out laughing.
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Over the course of a week, Terry had made himself at home in Nighwing's bunker. The two seemed to have mastered the art of talking around the sensitive information. While Terry wasn't allowed to leave, Nightwing did his best to make sure the other teen was comfortable and entertained. Nightwing wasn't about to give Terry a computer, but he loaned him a few books and provided him with a large screen TV. His was given a much bigger room with plexy glass walls that Nightwing could keep an eye on him but could also be darkened so Terry could at least get some privacy. Sometimes Dick would join him in the next room when it was time for a work out and the two would test their limits, trying to outdo each other.
Terry grudgingly admitted the older boy was one of a kind. Dick could do flips, leaps and bend in ways that would kill any other man. He also got a good look at the other boy's body and he had to admit he liked what he saw. There was not an ounce of fat on his body. His tone and taught muscles were strong but still lean enough too allow him to bend while in mid air. It was also scared and battle worn. This was a man who'd seen action and was no stranger to pain, someone Terry could relate to.
Now, Terry usually preferred girls, but he couldn't help but be attracted to Dick's nearly perfect body. Most guys that looked like that were complete jerks and were a complete turn off. Dick, on the other hand, was fun to be around. He wasn't sure if Dick was flirting or just showing off, but sadly, it didn't matter. Terry had to be ready at all times to go home if his current or former mentor found a way to get him back. Still, it couldn't hurt getting to know the other boy and it didn't cost anything to look. Dick seemed to like putting on a show.
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Dick was well aware that Terry was watching him while he did his usual workout. So what if he put in a few more twist into his leaps and put a little more flare in to his punches and high kicks then was necessary…well, he always did like an audience. Getting to know Terry was a pleasant distraction from Wally and his failures. The other boy was a bit of a smart-aleck and had a sense of humor Dick could appreciate. He doubted more and more that Terry was any real threat, at least to the Bat-clan, and he was starting to feel bad about keeping him captive. Dick would have been climbing the walls by now, literally. He hoped the extra space would help ease the boy's stress, but he knew he couldn't keep him here forever. He would ask Batman to at least let him take Terry out for a bit, maybe for a quick bite. He was getting a little concerned; Batman hadn't contacted him for a few days. Usually, he'd check up on him to see how he and Terry were doing.
He was tempted to go back to Gotham, but he couldn't risk leaving Terry for that long. Batgirl and Robin would have notified him if something was wrong, anyway. They kept trying to get him out of his apartment when he went on his break, so he wasn't too worried.
Dick had finished his work out and was bringing Terry something to eat. Terry was still going through his martial arts moves. Dick admired the aggressive but controlled power behind his punches and kicks as he tore through the practice dummies. "Still trying to beat my high score?" He called out, opening the door to give the boy his lunch.
Terry stopped and smirked and Dick felt his heartbeat quicken. He quickly admitted Terry was attractive and fun to be around, but that was as far as this would go. He had dated quite a bit over his teen years, but had only been in love once. Wally was his first love, and by the time he realized it, he was in a committed relationship with Artemis. He was happy for both his friends, he really was, and he never said anything to his best friend. There wasn't a scenario in which all of them would be happy and someone was going to end up heartbroken. So he smiled as Wally and Artemis got closer to each other and more distant from Dick. But what he regretted more than anything was the fact that he and Wally never officially talked things out after the undercover mission. It was hard seeing him with Artemis but it was harder not having his best friend in his life. And now he was dead, and he'll never get the chance to patch things up.
"You okay?" Dick was startled at Terry's question but quickly recovered.
"Yeah, I'm fine." That line was starting to feel like it was programmed in.
"Come on, we both know in Bat-speak 'I'm fine' could anything from a hang nail to you're about to bleed out on the floor."
Dick smiled at the joke, but wasn't about to talk about Wally to just anyone just yet. "Thanks, but I'm really okay." He knew Terry wasn't buying it, but thankfully he didn't push the subject.
"If you say so. So, what's for lunch? And please don't say it's that green cereal again."
"What's wrong with Crocky Crunchies?"
"Seriously, that stuff turns everything it touches green. I'm surprised I'm not glowing in the dark."
"Well I've eaten the stuff for years and never had a problem blending into the shadows." It was sandwiches today, with soda and chips on the side.
"Ah, real food." Terry said, but before he could take a bite, his gaze turned to the door Nightwing had just come through. Nightwing noticed as well and gave the boy a sad look.
"Sorry Terry, I know this isn't fair. I'll talk to Batman and see if I can get you some fresh air."
"When's he coming back? It's been over a week. I get the need for security, but I haven't done anything that deserves me being locked up like a criminal. I think I've been more than patient, I'm a hero, damn it!"
"I know, I don't think you should be locked up either, but the last time traveler that dropped in on us changed history in a big way. So big that the world he knew doesn't exist anymore. He can't go home."
Terry's eyes widened. He knew it was possible that he wouldn't be able to get back, but hearing Nightwing spell it out for him made it seem all too real. "I'm sorry, I know you're just trying to help and at least you kept me company. Shouldn't you be out on patrol though? Batman never gives me this much time off."
"I'm sort of…on a break. I'm not on the active roster at the moment. Emergencies only."
"So you're using your vacation to babysit me?"
"Something like that."
"Sorry. Listen I-"
"Nightwing!" Both boys turned to see Batman standing behind them. Dick mentally cursed; he let himself get too distracted. He should have noticed Batman before he was partially on top of him.
"Batman, I was just-" But the Dark Knight cut him off.
"Latter, we have an emergency situation on our hands." Dick was honestly surprised, but it must be serious if Batman didn't care Terry was right there listening.
"What's going on?" The sense of dread was building up higher and higher and when Batman finally spoke his words chilled both boys to their core.
"Robin's missing."
To be continued…
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