Title: Lessons
Prompt: none
Word Count: 150
Summary: Batman Beyond again! Companion drabble-and-a-half to "Bruce, the Butler" and no, he isn't sending Terry flying with cracked ribs... Just Terry being Terry and Bruce being Bruce. After all, they do have something *cough* in common.


A lull passed between them, each deep in his own thoughts after another long night. Bruce decided to take the moment for the opportunity it was.

"I saw the vid-link... Your style needs work."

He had expected Terry to be angry at the shedding of light on his weaknesses, a defense mechanism obviously developed over years of necessity. But he was not prepared for the intensity of the hot flames of defiance that smoldered in the back of grey eyes which so mirrored his own, their depths almost daring Bruce to question the newfound authority the image of the Bat had given him.

"And I suppose you're gonna fix that?"

Consider it an old man's sentimentality (or perhaps a growing sense of senility), but Bruce couldn't contain the indulgent smile of self-satisfaction at the young man's indignant squawk of protest when a certain wooden cane sent his feet reaching skyward.