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Bruce's eyes flickered from Terry to Wayne, "No," He scowled pulling out his gun and aimed it at Wayne's head, "I'm not."

Wayne, not at all fazed by having a gun aimed at his head, turned to Dick, "Was I this stupid at that age?" He raised an gray eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.

"Sometimes." Dick said slowly as he worried for the old man's safety. Then he caught sight of it, the small black bat-a-rang in Wayne's left hand, maybe he wasn't as senile as he was beginning to think.

Bruce's eyes narrowed, "Shut up." He growled letting his guard drop slightly. Wayne saw his opening and threw the bat-a-rang at Bruce's hand. The next events went tortuously slow for and Dick as they watched with wide eyes.

The gun went off.

Wayne fell to the ground.

And the whole room went silent.

"My God." Bruce gasped, his hand shaking and he dropped the gun to the ground. He hadn't expected it to be loaded; he had only pulled out the gun to use as a decoy so he could get out.

"Wayne!" Terry shouted dropping to his knees next to the old man.

Dick stood in shock watching blood pool around Wayne's still body. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. Not to him, not to the original Batman! Terry was on his feet again and on Bruce in the blink of an eye, "You bastard!" He shouted attacking the man, "You freaking bastard! You shot him!!"

Bruce's head jerked to the side as Terry's fist connected to his jaw. His mind reeled and he felt numb, Terry punched his face again and he stumbled backwards tripping over his own feet. Dick grabbed Terry's arms before he could further his attack and pulled him back.

"Stop it!" He shouted wrestling Terry away from Bruce.

Bruce laid on his back, his lip and nose bleeding in slow steady stream. Terry spit at him and shouted some more as he struggled against Dick's hold.

"I should slag you!" He shouted spitting at Bruce again.

"McGinnis!" Wayne shouted weakly, "Shut… up." He coughed blood speckling his lips.

Terry froze then broke Dick's hold on his arms and knelt down next to Wayne, "You're gonna be okay." He looked up at Dick who had finally snapped out of his daze and began calling for an ambulance. Bruce, still lying on the ground, touched his lip and pulled his hand away finding his fingers covered in blood. 'Can I really be arrested for shooting myself?' The thought fluttered through his mind but didn't stick, he pulled himself upright finding Terry hovering over Wayne.

"Keep your eyes open Wayne." Terry pleaded holding his hands over the bullet wound in Wayne's stomach.

Wayne grimaced in pain, "I'll be alright McGinnis." He grunted squeezing his eyes shut, he had been in worse pain then this before. For God's sake, he had his back broken once and had to relearn how to walk again… but he had been younger then. Would his body now be able to withstand the strain of healing from a bullet wound? Fear suddenly hit him, for the first time in many years he was actually afraid of dying, how ever absurd it seemed.

"Wayne? Wayne!?" Terry's voice echoed in his head as though he was walking out of a tunnel.

He opened his eyes and blinked, he must have blacked out he figured as Terry sighed in relief.

"Barb and an ambulance are on the way." Dick said walking back in on the scene, "God Bruce…" He ran a hand through his hair he then turned to the younger man and glared at him, "Why-?"

Bruce shakily climbed to his feet, "It was an accident."

"Like Hell it was!" Dick growled, his hands clenching at his sides.

"You think I wanted to shoot… myself." Bruce winced slightly then shook his head, "I didn't even know it had another bullet in it." He touched his lip and scowled at the blood on his fingers.

"But you meant to kill that kid earlier today."

Bruce glanced over at Terry and Wayne then back to Dick, "They were going to kill Terry if I hadn't done anything."

"You're smarter than that." Wayne rasped his fists clenching at his sides.

Footsteps echoed out in the hallway, Terry and Dick looked to the door as it flung open and Barb ran in with two paramedics behind her, "What happened!" She shouted looking to Dick for answers.

Terry climbed to his feet and stumbled backwards, "Bruce's doppelganger…" Dick paused gaping at where Bruce had been standing earlier; the window was open and Terry's backpack missing from where he dropped it earlier.

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