Hiya guys! It's the moment you've all been waiting for: the arrival of Terry McGinnis!

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Celeste groaned in irritation, though her eyes remained closed. "Rex John Stewart, if you don't stop poking me, I'm going to stop spending the night at your place," she threatened. She turned over on her other side in an attempt to get him to leave her alone and let her sleep. Oddly enough, she was the hardest one to wake up in the morning between the two of them. Ever since they were kids, he was the only one able to wake her up. He didn't do anything special, just messed with her until she was annoyed enough to get up.

Rex's eyes widened in mock fear. "But Princess," he whined. "I wanna see your pretty eyes."

Celeste placed a pillow over her head to drown him out. "Look at a picture," came her muffled response. Rex pouted before smirking and turning her over to face him. Before she could yell at him, he kissed her deeply before pulling away, smirking at her bewildered look as she sat up. "Rex, that's disgusting. I haven't even brushed my teeth yet and I probably have drool all over my mouth."

Rex shrugged. "It got you up, didn't it?" He took a moment to admire her perfect body; her figure had filled out over the years, so unlike the developing girl he had dated as a teenager. She wore simple, deep violet panties with a matching bra. She wasn't one for fancy lingerie, but he didn't mind. She looked beautiful in anything she wore.

Celeste rolled her eyes and hit him with a pillow, getting up from the bed. "Since I'm up now, I might as well make breakfast. What do you want?"

She was taken by surprise when Rex lifted her up from under her legs, holding her close. "Are you on the menu?" he purred.

Celeste smiled and pecked him on the lips. "Unfortunately, no," she teased him, untangling herself from his arms. She grabbed her light purple robe and draped it over her body, making her way towards the kitchen. "You coming or what?" Rex readily followed.

Five Minutes Later

"How... is it... that... we never even... made it to... the kitchen?" panted Celeste in between kisses. Right now, she was sitting on the dining room table as Rex's hands ravished her body. Her robe was long forgotten, having been tossed to the side by the man in front of her.

Rex pulled away from her lips and moved to her neck. "Don't... know... don't... care."

Celeste's eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure before she gently pushed him away. "We have to learn better control," she told him seriously, jumping off the table. "We can't just start screwing each other every time we touch."

Rex groaned. "I don't see a problem with it."

Celeste rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't. But if we keep this up, I'll be pregnant in the next week or so."

Rex wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in close to her ear. "Who ever said that would be a bad thing?" he purred sensually.

Celeste shook her head. "It wouldn't be," she assured him I don't think it would. The truth was, the thought of being a mother terrified her. She had no idea how to. Her own parents weren't the best examples. The closets people she had to mothers growing up were Shayera, Dinah, and Lois. "but I don't think we're quite ready yet, especially considering that we're still assembling members of the League."

Rex noticed the apprehension in her eyes, but left it alone. He began to absentmindedly play with her hair. "Why are you so beautiful?" he asked, gently caressing her face.

Celeste blushed. "Please, I'm not that pretty," she said modestly. Leave it to him to make her feel like she was a goddess.

Rex embraced her and she, though surprised, hugged him back. "I love you so fucking much, you know that?"

Celeste smiled into his chest. "I love you too, agápi mou," she said. After a while, she pulled away. "I should start getting dressed so I can make my way to Gotham soon. I have some things to talk about with my dad about the company. I might stay there for a day or two."

Rex beamed. "Are you gonna wear your glasses?" he asked excitedly. He was infatuated with many things about her, the top ones being her glasses and her scar. Her dark purple glasses were a turn-on for him. Sometimes when she was sleeping, he would trace her scar in her sleep. She saw it as a sign of failure, he saw it as a sign that she was human.

Celeste rolled her eyes. "No, I'm just gonna let the world find out that I'm Wonder Woman," she muttered sarcastically. "What do you think?" She began to walk over to his room. "I still have clothes here, right?"

"In the closet on the left," Rex called back.

"Thank you!"

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When she got to the Manor later that evening (don't ask her why it took so long), Celeste immediately knew something was wrong. Something about the air felt very different, but she just couldn't explain how. She cautiously walked up to the door and unlocked it, entering her childhood home. It was dark, as usual, but something was off. She could hear Ace's barking as she walked further in, wondering what he was so rile up about.

Celeste got her answer when she saw the entrance to the Batcave wide open. "Shit!" she cursed, rushing down. She sighed in relief when she spotted her father sitting in front of the computer. "Oh, thank Hera. Dad, what's going on?"

Bruce was angry, she could tell. "Some kid broke into the Batcave and stole the suit," he told her. That was when she noticed that her father's suit was, indeed, gone.

Celeste raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked incredulously, petting Ace on the head. "That's unusual. Who was it?"

Bruce scowled. "A kid names Terry McGinnis," he answered. That name sounded vaguely familiar. "I'm contacting him now. McGinnis. Can you hear me?"

"Who's that?" asked this Terry McGinnis. His voice was quiet.

"It's Wayne," Bruce responded.

"Mr. Wayne? Where are you?" Celeste giggled at how bewildered he sounded.

"There's a radio receiver in your cowl," replied Bruce. "Now listen to me, McGinnis. I want that suit back. And I want it now."

"Uh, now's not a good time," said Terry nervously.

"That suit is not yours!" Bruce snapped. Celeste jumped slightly at her father's tone. "You had no right!"

"Somebody had to do something," Terry retorted. "And you sure weren't about to."

"I'm warning you."

"I'd listen to him, McGinnis," Celeste advised the boy. "That last line never means anything good."

"Who's that?"

Bruce glared at her. "Nobody." There was silence for a while. Celeste assumed that the boy was in a fight or something.

"This suit works even better than I thought it would," Terry commented.

"This is your last chance," warned Bruce. "Better take it."

"No thanks," said Terry. "Having too much fun."

Bruce smirked. Uh-oh. That was never a good sign. "Fun, huh?" He opened a small lid, revealing a red button underneath.

Celeste gasped. "You wouldn't."

"I would and I will." Bruce then jabbed his finger to the button.

Celeste bit her lip. "Poor kid," she muttered.

"Hey," said Terry, his voice strained. "I can't move. What'd you do?"

"It's a failsafe device," answered Bruce. "Paralyzes the suit. In case the wrong person gets into it."

"But you can't."

"I just did."

Celeste could hear the sounds of this Terry kid being beaten up. "Daddy..." This wasn't right. Even if McGinnis stole the suit, her father was just making the situation worse.

"Come on," Terry pleaded. "You gotta help me."

"Dad." She could hear Terry's grunts of pain as he was attacked.

"Wayne," Terry managed. "They're gonna kill me."

"Dad!" Celeste shouted. "Dad, turn it off! He's going to die! Dad, please!" Bruce seemed lost in thought for a moment before jabbing the button once again, much to Celeste's relief.

The suit was back on, as confirmed by Terry yelling, "Yeah!"

Celeste glanced at her father. "Were you really gonna let him die?" she asked. Bruce didn't answer her, just kept his eyes on the screen. Maybe it was for the best he didn't. Maybe she didn't want to know the answer.

"McGinnis," her father spoke. "I gave you a break. Now bring that suit back."

"Love to," Terry responded. "but I got these guards all over me."

Celeste pointed to the screen. "Dad, look."

"There's a broom closet on the north wall," Bruce told him. "Can you get to it?"

"A broom closet?"

"Do it!" snapped Bruce.

"Now I'm a sitting duck," said Terry. "Hope you're happy."

"The far wall," Bruce said. "Put your hand against it. Press hard."

"Cool."

"I built the place, remember?"

"Then you know where they'd be loading a hover transport, wouldn't you?" asked Terry.

"Forget it," ordered Bruce. "You're coming back here."

"Powers is shipping out the virus tonight," snapped Terry. "It's gotta be stopped." She always knew Powers was an asshole.

"I'll call the police," Bruce offered. "Let them handle it."

Celeste raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you ever leave something up to the police?" she asked. "Or anyone for that matter?"

Bruce gave her a look. "Shut it."

"I can do it," Terry insisted.

"I'll shut down the suit again," threatened Bruce, reaching towards the button. "And this time, it'll be for good."

"Dad!"

"I read up on you, Mr. Wayne," Terry said suddenly, making Bruce stop. "I know how you lost your folks. The guy who murdered my dad is on that transport. This is my one chance to nail him."

"The hover pads are in the northeast sector."

She could practically hear Terry's smile. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," uttered Bruce quietly.

Celeste smiled and put a hand on her father's shoulder. "You're doing the right thing," she told him.

"I hope you're right."

OoOoOo

The next morning, Bruce and Celeste visited Terry's home. "Are you sure about this?" Celeste asked as they approached the door. Bruce nodded and she knocked on it, grinning.

A pretty woman with bright orange hair answered the door. Celeste recognized her immediately. "Hello," she greeted pleasantly. "Can I help you?" Her eyes widened as she recognized the two. "Wait, aren't you..."

Celeste smiled. "Celeste Wayne," she answered, shaking the woman's hand. "and this is my father. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. McGinnis." So that's how she knew Terry! He was that boy she saved ten years ago!

"May we come in?" asked Bruce, smiling as well.

Mary McGinnis stepped aside. "Of course!" she responded, a little eagerly. "What, may I ask, are you doing here."

"Actually, we wanted to talk to you about your son, Terry," said Bruce.

Mary sighed, putting her head in her hands. "What has he done now?" she asked, though Celeste could tell it was more playful than anything.

"Oh, it's nothing like that, Ma'am," Celeste assured her. "We wanted to talk to him about a potential job working for us."

Mary looked excited. "A job? Really? I'll go get him!" She rushed up upstairs. A few seconds later, she came back down and offered them both coffee. She reentered the living room, handing them each I mug. "I hope you don't mind milk, we're out of cream."

"I prefer it," they both said at the same time. They glanced at each other, that was how Alfred used to make their coffee. They spotted Terry come into the living room. Yup, there was no mistaking it. That was definitely the boy she saved ten years ago. Only now, she was all grown up.

"Terrance," greeted Bruce. "Sorry to get you up so early."

Terry shrugged. "It's okay."

"You never told me you knew the Waynes," said Mary.

Terry averted his eyes. "Well, actually, I-"

"Why, I owe this boy my life," Bruce interrupted. "He defended me against a bunch of hooligans once. I tried to reward him, but he absolutely refused."

"They want to offer you a job," Mary told her son.

"A job?" asked Terry.

Celeste nodded. "You see, I live out of state and I worry about my father in his age." She smirked as Bruce subtly hit her with his cane. "I would feel a lot better if there was someone to assist him when I can't. He's shot down my suggestion about this many times, until he met you, Terrance."

Bruce nodded. "It's not much, mind you. As my daughter has told me countless time, I could use a part-time assistant. You know, a go-for. Go for this, go for that. An ally, as it were. Would you be interested?"

"Of course he would," Mary insisted. "Wouldn't you, honey? I mean, to work for someone as famous as the Waynes..."

"Sure," agreed Terry.

"I warn you," said Bruce, putting down his mug. "I can be a difficult taskmaster."

"I can second that," quipped Celeste.

Bruce hit her with his cane again before standing up to his full height. "I accept nothing short of excellence from all who work for me."

Terry smiled. "I think I can handle it."

"Very good then, Mr. McGinnis." Bruce held out his hand. "Welcome to my world." Terry smirked and shook it. Celeste shook her head, this was going to be one hell of an adventure.