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"I AM Batman!"-Terry McGinnis

Chapter 4


Terry and I were out on patrol when we came across Barbara and her husband, Sam, walking through Gotham Park. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but we saw a figure leap out and lash at them. It was a woman with blue-skin, she was wearing Egyptian loin-cloths and a turban like hat that covered the lower-part of her face.

"Well someone's dressed for hot-weather." We flew down silently, my eyes widened at the sight of the blue-lady getting ready to slash out the DA. Terry acted quickly by throwing a batarang at her hand, causing the sword to fall.

I then took the advantage and leaped out and dove at her, causing her to fall from losing balance. I heard the Commish pull out her officer phone and demand back up. I was kicked off and sword wielding lady ran after the elderly couple.

We followed soon after. Just before she could slice them in half, Terry grunted as he kicked from the tree we had hid in. It didn't phase her as bad as we hoped, she landed on her feet. 'Like a cat.' I mused before getting into fighting stance like Terry.

I looked over to the two, giving them a look that said 'Well, what are you waiting for? Run!'. They wasted no time, Barbara pulled Sam by his sleeve.

The assassin began throwing her sword at us, we dodged, Terry threw a couple of batarangs at her, but she used her sword professionally and shielded herself with it, causing the batarangs to bounce off in rebound. But one of the batarangs had bolas hidden in them.

She yelped as they retracted around her,"Gotcha!" The new batman stated in triumph. The victory was cut short however, the once tied-up victim used her blade to cut herself free.

She tried slicing us in half, but missed, making her cut the objects we were on.

As we tumbled on the ground I heard Terry comment,"I gotta get me one of those swords." We then heard sirens and saw the police. "This is the police, put your weapons down and step back."

They repeated what they said when we didn't, then they shot at us, but not the assassin,"Whoa!" we ran for cover and hid behind the rock monuments.

"Forget the Bats, stop the woman!" Commish commanded, the woman threw her sword at one of the cop vehicles, the engine exploded near the rock we were hiding behind, I ran over to the guy who was on the ground and checked his pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when I found he was alive.

The sword-carrying lady hopped over a ledge, but disappeared when we followed,"Gone." I said, slightly frustrated.


We were back at the batcave, our cowls were off, Bruce pressed a button and a picture of our 'assasin' showed,"That's her." I said,"Kinda blurry though." "It's the only picture inter poll's got. It's a photo of the airport assassination in Berlin." "Who is she?" Terry asked,"Curare, she's as lethal as her name. A member of the Society of Assassins, no one knows her real name anymore, or her face."

"What about the sword?" I asked, wanting to know what we were dealing against,"A sinatar, sharpened by lasers to an edge no thicker than a molecule." "I'm guessing you want us to keep an eye on the commsioner." "Barbara Gordon's not the target-"

"Her husband is." a feminine voice said from behind us, we whipped our heads around to see the commish standing at the top of the staircase. "How'd she?! Man, what do we do?!" Terry asked in a frantic manner, panicking slightly, I calmly folded my arms over my chest.

"Hello Barbara." Bruce greeted,"Evenin' Commish." I said after, she smirked at Bruce,"Been a long time," She walked over to the old Bat-Girl suit,"I see you sewed off the bullet holes." Terry's eyes widened in realization."You're Batgirl, she's batgirl!" I cleared my throat,"Um, was batgirl." I motioned to myself. Terry looked at me with a sheepish grin.

"Ancient history," Barbara said,"Now I've looked the other way so far, but I'm not my father,I appreciate what you've done, but you need to leave this to the police." She glanced at he former batman,"Or am I talking to the wrong person? Hard to believe your still making your image this late date." Bruce's eyes hardened.

"I never forced them to do this." "It's what we wanted." I cut in,"That's what we all thought, now I don't want to have to come here again, stay away from this case."

I smirked,"Does that mean you don't want the info. we have on Curare?" I asked innocently, she stopped in her tracks. Bruce held out a disc, right after she took it she stared him in the eye,"I mean it Bruce, stay out of it." her tone was serious.

Once she left, Bruce stared at the computer.

I muttered so only Terry could hear,"That makes one of us." He smirked.


We were scouting the home of the District Attorney. Staying up in a tree so the guards couldn't see us, regardless of how many there were. "We're tellin' you Wayne, the president should have this much protection." Terry said through the com-link.

We didn't see anything for the past ten minutes, we were getting bored. "Noone would be crazy enough to take down all these-" Terry was cut off by something or someone attacking a guard.

I stared at the scene calmly and stated to him in deadpan,"Hello crazy."

Curare was attacking the guards that came after her and broke through one of the windows,"How close is she?!" I heard a police chief cry out as Curare threw gas bombs at the security guards. They coughed fell to the floor.

We we're too late, she threw her sword at the DA, when we ran to him, a laser cage activated, and the DA was a dummy."Crap." I muttered, we ran from the scene.


The next day, Barbara was waiting for us on a bridge, she glared and stalked to where we were. "Hey, it wasn't our fault, we did the best we could." my best friend tried to console, keyword:Tried.

"This is the last straw you two, if you get mixed with police buisness again you're all going to jail!" I stared at her back before asking,"Why do you hate him so much?" She turned slightly,"Ancient history Morraco."

"History's our favorite subject."

She smirked slightly.


"So, you and Dick Grayson, like, dated?" Terry asked, we were at a local cafe', Barbara at one end of the table and Terry and I on the oppisite. "Through college, puppy love. He was tired of being in Batman's shadow and decided to find another city to rename himself, we never talked about it." she said, sipping her coffee.

"People should communicate more." Terry said through a full mouth, causing his voice to sound muffled from the donut he was eating. I raised an eyebrow before sipping the vanilla latte' I had ordered.

"He was hurt when I chose to stay with Bruce." The new Batman, who finally managed to swallow, stared at her,"As his partner." She smirked,"His girlfriend?" I questioned quietly.

She continued smirking,"Woah." We said in unison.

"It was like ballet, we were the perfect duo on the street, but with Bruce, there was nothing but the street, and after a while, the street gets old." She drank some more coffee,"So I left, and never looked back. But Bruce stayed on the cape because he wouldn't hang it up. Or because he couldn't."

She payed the bill,"Coffee's on me kids, and no I don't hate him, I've hate what he's become." We looked at her retreating back,"Such a great man, so lonely."

Terry and I looked at each other and sighed.


"We respect her Bruce, we don't want to cross her." We stated through the com-links, we were out finding Curare'. Again.

"Do you know what happens when a member of the Society of Assasins fails to kill their target," before we could reply he continued,"He becomes the target." McGinnis and I were shocked to say the least.

"Y-you mean they kill off their own?" Silence was my answer, which in the language of Bruce Wayne meant 'yes'. "Except they've never had to, and Curare' is the best they have."


We silently flew above Gotham, when we found who we were looking for. The DA.


"So, how did it feel?" I asked Gordon, she smiled and stared at the hanging body of Curare',"Like old times."

She paused, closing her eyes again. "You two had better go, it wouldn't be good if-" she was cut off when we disappeared,"Like old times alright."

"You should have seen her Bruce, she sure can throw one heck of a batarang." Terry's voice stated through the phone,"She always could." Bruce replied, smirking.

"Hang on." there was a slight pause when,"'And in other news, the woman captured by the GPD, has escaped thought to be an assasin'," "Did you hear that?" Came a concerned question.

"It's okay,"I replied,"Curare' won't be going after Sam anymore."

I smirked,"She's got other problems to worry about."


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