Batman Beyond Moral & Fatal Destruction -Chapter ONE-
-Chapter One-
Crime in the city came to a halt for period of time. It was enough to trouble the old Bruce Wayne. It would seem all that evil has vanished. Looking down city streets, in the alleys, and deep in the shadows, only petty crimes take place, nothing the young Batman can't stop.
The south side of Gothem, is a sewer lid. A sewer lid that has been trampled on and completely ignored. No one would think it was of any use. But it was. Within the sewer lid was a sewer that led to debts of Gothem. No one would think to follow the sewer for it had the odor no one could stand. But someone followed it. Someone followed it to the end then turned the corner to the end. And kept going until they came to a cellar door. A cellar door that hadn't been used in centuries. They continued down the stairs where little to no electricity flickered but mostly stayed off.
She stayed in the light, not trusting what the shadows held. Light footsteps were heard enough to wake the owner of that sewer as she turned another corner to the never ending tunnel. But once at the end, she made a left, taking a flight of stairs down. Down, to the center of where the evil was held. The evil that no longer terrorized Gothem City.
"You have it?" the deep voice asked in the darkness of the small room.
"Of course," the young woman spoke back. She placed the small computerized disk on the only stand in the room that had light on it. She watched as it rose and disappeared in the dark. Five shiny gold disks appeared, making a neat stack on the stand. "Sweetness," she spoke, taking them. "Unlimited cash."
"What do you know of him?" he continued to question her.
She didn't seem to interested in him anymore. Her credit cards would be paid for easily. "I dunno. I've seen him once or twice. He's slim, kinda muscular, you know? Fights like a trained black belt, I guess. Agile. Talks a lot, too." She heard him give a low grunt. "Can I go?" He gave another low grunt. "Take that as a yes." She turned, making her exit.
Breathing slowly, the words she used to describe him wasn't what he had in mind. Deeper in the darkness a man sat at a computer. His eyes glowed gold as his mind worked twice as fast, punching in calculations. He turned to the disk, lifting it and placing it in the computer slot. Having not moved a finger, he blinked slowly. "You've got young blood doing your work, Batman," he sneered.
*~*~*~*~*~*
School was almost out. Almost. But it was taking forever in the process. Three weeks felt like ten years to Terry McGinnis. He must have checked his watch twenty times in the past ten minutes. Rubbing his dark brown eyes awake, Terry gave a sigh.
"If Geometry is so boring to you, Mr. McGinnis, maybe you'd like to tell us what you got for number four," the teacher said, smacking her long ruler on his desk.
Terry shot up, fumbling with his paper. The class was boring but that didn't mean he wanted to tell his wrong answers. "Number four?" He flipped the sheet over, running his finger down the lines. "Uhm, ninety-nine pie." The look the old hag gave him told him he might have been off a little. She blinked several times, her beady eyes piercing through her bifocals.
"Are you sure?" she asked, walking to the projector.
"My paper says so."
"Maybe if you weren't always daydreaming about Dana, you'd notice it's negative five pie."
Terry didn't care if it was negative two hundred pie, he wanted out of the class. He did turn a tint of red in the cheeks when she had to mention his personal life to the class. He hadn't been thinking of Dana the whole class period. "I wasn't," he mumbled in disgust.
"What was that?" she came back.
"Nothing."
"Well, Mr. McGinnis, why don't you share number five with us."
The teacher seemed to enjoy harassing him. He looked down at his paper. His own chicken scratch was barely readable. "Fifteen point four pie." She did it again; gave that look. "Or not."
"I think he meant thirty-two even," a girl's voice spoke up from the opposite side.
Terry looked her way to be met by the new girl's boastful smile as the teacher thanked her for listening and paying attention unlike others. He narrowed his eyes. Whoever she was didn't bother him.
"Is that what you meant?" the teacher scolded him.
"If it's the right answer," he said back to her. He looked back over at the girl as she pushed her brown hair behind her tanned shoulder.
The bell rang.
"Thank goodness," he groaned, sitting up. Terry gathered his books, glad to be leaving the class. It was lunch time. His stomach told him so. Making one last glance at the girl who still buttered the teacher up with her smartness, Terry walked out of the class. He was met by his charming girl.
"Hey handsome," Dana Tan grinned, wrapping her fair skinned arm around his.
Terry watched her pass a note to a student walking back, in exchange for a note she stuck in her back pocket of her black flares. "Hey Dana."
"Having a bad day?" she asked, her hand around his arm, sliding down to grab his hand.
"Pretty much. It's that new girl. She showed me up. Again. I think she gets a pleasure out of it." Terry didn't bother rambling on about her. Dana didn't seem interested. She even brushed it off to talk about her chemistry exam and the partner she had who wouldn't stop flirting with her. Terry was ready for school to end. He got used to Dana brushing the new girl off.
"You hungry?" she asked, walking to the line with him.
"Yeah. A little. I'm going for pizza. You?"
"I think I'll get me a salad," she said, placing a hand on her stomach. "I gained weight this week."
Terry watched her walk off. Dana never gained weight. He didn't know what she was talking about. But, learning from his girl, he brushed it off, getting a tray. By the time he got there, there were two plates of pizza. One smothered with cheese and two pepperoni and the other barely had enough to call cheese and five pepperoni. He reached out to grab the smothered cheese one when a tanned hand snatched it out of his reach. He looked up to see her. "You," was all he said.
"Pleased to meet you too," she said back, walking on the opposite of the line.
"Don't you think you get enough harassing of me in class?" he asked, grabbing the last plate.
"Sorry," she rolled her eyes, taking out one crumpled bill and loose change.
"You're short thirty cents," the lunch lady said.
Terry watched her squirm for change. "Too bad," he said. He watched her sigh.
"I'm sorry. Can you charge me?"
He knew that answer. No charging within four weeks before school's out. He again, watched her squirm and finally put the tray up. The look in her eyes made him feel bad. They were watering. He never saw her about to cry. Instead, she walked out of the lunch room, gripping her journal tight in her hand. Terry took out to crisp dollar bills.
"You could've help the girl," the lady said.
He didn't answer. Taking his forty cents worth of change, Terry made his way to the lunch table Dana sat at.
*~* Bank Vault 1, Night*~*
"Hurry up!" the masked female whispered harshly. Breaking into banks wasn't exactly her plan for Gothem, but with crime not so heavy, it should be easy. She figured the police were relaxing, letting Batman handle the simple crime. She just hoped he would take the day off.
"I almost got it," the younger kid said, his ear plastered against the lock.
She turned to the entrance of the building. The door was left ajar so they could escape without setting the alarms off. Turning back to the kid, she sighed impatiently. "I could have barreled the blasted thing ten times by now," she whispered.
The kid turned, glaring at the masked girl. "Hey! Chill out!" he practically yelled.
"Raise that voice again and I'll rip your vocal chords out and you know I will," she hissed in a warning voice getting two inches from his face. She watched him squirm with fear and turned, dialing the combination. Within seconds, the safe clicked open.
"Jackpot," he said with excitement.
The black suited girl backed up to the entrance. She had a feeling they would have guests soon and not party guests either. A low humming was heard outside. Raising her hands slightly, she lifted in the air, landing in the shadows on a metal beam. Her eyes scanned the outside, taking note of a ship cloaking after the young Batman made his appearance.
"I got it! I got it!" the boy came yelling out from the safe. "Hey! I- " he stopped short, looking around for her.
Her eyes glowing feline gold with brown slits in the middle, she watched Batman turn invisible before entering. Her gold eyes spotted him out easily. She saw the disk in the boy's hand that had within a hundred or two.
Batman entered, fully cloaked. He couldn't understand why a single boy was running around the bank yelling for someone. But he knew the silver disk in his hand was loaded with cash. As the boy started for the entrance, Batman put his invisible hand up, balled into a fist. The boy collided into it, falling unconscious. "Cake," he said. But there was another here. He not only sensed it, but with loaded money on a disk that ricocheted inches from him, the robber wouldn't leave. Not without a fight for the disk. Batman walked forward, bending to scoop the device. He was caught off guard when it started to rise.
"Believe me Batman, I need it more then you," she said, her voice deeper then usual.
He turned to see a woman, no a girl in a slick black suit with a tint of silver in the areas the light hit it, float down to the floor. Her brown hair settled evenly on her back. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to see through the slick black mask at the golden feral eyes that turned back to her dark brown.
"It doesn't matter." She held her hand out, letting the disk come to her.
Once quick movement, Batman flung a bat-a-rang her way, knocking the disk out of her grasp. "Sorry, but the bank needs it more." He squatted in time for the bat-a-rang to plant securely in his hand.
She seemed a little surprised but didn't act on it. Raising her hand a little, she spoke, "Ever dealt with a New Mutant?"
"A what?" Before she answered, he was thrown across the room with a single flip of her hand. The wall didn't make a great landing pad. He slid down it, his back bones aching. He watched her look around for the disk, her eyes flashing gold again. Turning invisible, Batman stood, walking to her. His hands were out, ready to grasp her shoulders when he was thrown back to the wall at a greater speed by her foot.
"Don't you understand?" she hissed, facing him. "Invisible or not, you can run, but you can't hide." She raised her hand, the disk floating its way safely in her palm where she then looked down to her belt, placing it inside. When she looked up however, she saw he was gone. Her eyes scanned the area, turning around in time for his foot to make contact with her hip.
"Oh, I understand," he said, doing a flip towards her. "You can't fight without using your powers." He was wrong. It was clear of that after she swiftly pushed him off her back and gave a hard left punch to his jaw.
"I'm not a weakling!" she yelled. Police sirens were heard outside. She felt the disk in her belt, but felt the bruise it caused from the fall. "Adios," she said, lifting herself to the shadows then out the window that was jarred open.
Batman wasn't going to wait around for the police to come in. He gathered himself, making a dive for the window. He used his cloak to make his way to the Batplane directly above the stampede of cars.
*~*Batcave*~*
The suit had to be peeled off Terry's back from the wounds.
"She got you bad," Bruce Wayne smirked, laying the Batsuit on the table. He took a warm rag and dabbed it at the young boy's back.
With a gasp of pain, he balled his fist. "You think I don't know that?" He waited till Bruce finished with him, then strained to sit up. His bones ached. "She spoke of New Mutants," he managed to say, trying to stretch.
"New Mutants?" Bruce asked, logging into the computer.
"Yeah. It was weird. She asked if I ever dealt with them then went into action. She lifted her hand and-" he clapped his hands together for the sound effect. "Bam! I was smacked to the wall."
"Telekinetic," Bruce said, reading a file under the category.
"Tele- who?"
"Telekinetic. Describe the different characteristics she had." Bruce seemed to ignore the confused reaction Terry was having.
Terry slid off the bed, groaning as he went. Bruce was getting something and had his curiosity. He stood behind the old man, reading the screen. "Well, like I said, she threw me across the room with a single movement of her hand and picked a disk up with same movement." He paused, thinking of the small fight he had. "Uhm, when I cloaked so she couldn't see me, she kicked my butt saying she could see me. Her eyes turned gold then. Her moves were incredible. All delicate and perfect, like she knew what she was doing without a thought."
"Feral of some kind."
"Feral?"
"Feral. Anything else?"
Terry thought a bit longer. "Not that I know of." A screen was brought up after Bruce put the data in. "A telekinetic feral?"
"Sure. She possess the DNA," as he spoke a DNA strand came to view. "As a child, she was probably tested on or her parents are New Mutants. You don't hear of them much." Bruce's fingers glided over the keyboard. "New Mutants went down and away from the public because of others that treat them like dirt. I'll try and find something more about your friend."
"I've never heard them at all." Terry leaned on the chair.
"Point proven. It would seem you have a new friend to get to know," he said, turning to meet Terry's eyes.
-Chapter One-
Crime in the city came to a halt for period of time. It was enough to trouble the old Bruce Wayne. It would seem all that evil has vanished. Looking down city streets, in the alleys, and deep in the shadows, only petty crimes take place, nothing the young Batman can't stop.
The south side of Gothem, is a sewer lid. A sewer lid that has been trampled on and completely ignored. No one would think it was of any use. But it was. Within the sewer lid was a sewer that led to debts of Gothem. No one would think to follow the sewer for it had the odor no one could stand. But someone followed it. Someone followed it to the end then turned the corner to the end. And kept going until they came to a cellar door. A cellar door that hadn't been used in centuries. They continued down the stairs where little to no electricity flickered but mostly stayed off.
She stayed in the light, not trusting what the shadows held. Light footsteps were heard enough to wake the owner of that sewer as she turned another corner to the never ending tunnel. But once at the end, she made a left, taking a flight of stairs down. Down, to the center of where the evil was held. The evil that no longer terrorized Gothem City.
"You have it?" the deep voice asked in the darkness of the small room.
"Of course," the young woman spoke back. She placed the small computerized disk on the only stand in the room that had light on it. She watched as it rose and disappeared in the dark. Five shiny gold disks appeared, making a neat stack on the stand. "Sweetness," she spoke, taking them. "Unlimited cash."
"What do you know of him?" he continued to question her.
She didn't seem to interested in him anymore. Her credit cards would be paid for easily. "I dunno. I've seen him once or twice. He's slim, kinda muscular, you know? Fights like a trained black belt, I guess. Agile. Talks a lot, too." She heard him give a low grunt. "Can I go?" He gave another low grunt. "Take that as a yes." She turned, making her exit.
Breathing slowly, the words she used to describe him wasn't what he had in mind. Deeper in the darkness a man sat at a computer. His eyes glowed gold as his mind worked twice as fast, punching in calculations. He turned to the disk, lifting it and placing it in the computer slot. Having not moved a finger, he blinked slowly. "You've got young blood doing your work, Batman," he sneered.
*~*~*~*~*~*
School was almost out. Almost. But it was taking forever in the process. Three weeks felt like ten years to Terry McGinnis. He must have checked his watch twenty times in the past ten minutes. Rubbing his dark brown eyes awake, Terry gave a sigh.
"If Geometry is so boring to you, Mr. McGinnis, maybe you'd like to tell us what you got for number four," the teacher said, smacking her long ruler on his desk.
Terry shot up, fumbling with his paper. The class was boring but that didn't mean he wanted to tell his wrong answers. "Number four?" He flipped the sheet over, running his finger down the lines. "Uhm, ninety-nine pie." The look the old hag gave him told him he might have been off a little. She blinked several times, her beady eyes piercing through her bifocals.
"Are you sure?" she asked, walking to the projector.
"My paper says so."
"Maybe if you weren't always daydreaming about Dana, you'd notice it's negative five pie."
Terry didn't care if it was negative two hundred pie, he wanted out of the class. He did turn a tint of red in the cheeks when she had to mention his personal life to the class. He hadn't been thinking of Dana the whole class period. "I wasn't," he mumbled in disgust.
"What was that?" she came back.
"Nothing."
"Well, Mr. McGinnis, why don't you share number five with us."
The teacher seemed to enjoy harassing him. He looked down at his paper. His own chicken scratch was barely readable. "Fifteen point four pie." She did it again; gave that look. "Or not."
"I think he meant thirty-two even," a girl's voice spoke up from the opposite side.
Terry looked her way to be met by the new girl's boastful smile as the teacher thanked her for listening and paying attention unlike others. He narrowed his eyes. Whoever she was didn't bother him.
"Is that what you meant?" the teacher scolded him.
"If it's the right answer," he said back to her. He looked back over at the girl as she pushed her brown hair behind her tanned shoulder.
The bell rang.
"Thank goodness," he groaned, sitting up. Terry gathered his books, glad to be leaving the class. It was lunch time. His stomach told him so. Making one last glance at the girl who still buttered the teacher up with her smartness, Terry walked out of the class. He was met by his charming girl.
"Hey handsome," Dana Tan grinned, wrapping her fair skinned arm around his.
Terry watched her pass a note to a student walking back, in exchange for a note she stuck in her back pocket of her black flares. "Hey Dana."
"Having a bad day?" she asked, her hand around his arm, sliding down to grab his hand.
"Pretty much. It's that new girl. She showed me up. Again. I think she gets a pleasure out of it." Terry didn't bother rambling on about her. Dana didn't seem interested. She even brushed it off to talk about her chemistry exam and the partner she had who wouldn't stop flirting with her. Terry was ready for school to end. He got used to Dana brushing the new girl off.
"You hungry?" she asked, walking to the line with him.
"Yeah. A little. I'm going for pizza. You?"
"I think I'll get me a salad," she said, placing a hand on her stomach. "I gained weight this week."
Terry watched her walk off. Dana never gained weight. He didn't know what she was talking about. But, learning from his girl, he brushed it off, getting a tray. By the time he got there, there were two plates of pizza. One smothered with cheese and two pepperoni and the other barely had enough to call cheese and five pepperoni. He reached out to grab the smothered cheese one when a tanned hand snatched it out of his reach. He looked up to see her. "You," was all he said.
"Pleased to meet you too," she said back, walking on the opposite of the line.
"Don't you think you get enough harassing of me in class?" he asked, grabbing the last plate.
"Sorry," she rolled her eyes, taking out one crumpled bill and loose change.
"You're short thirty cents," the lunch lady said.
Terry watched her squirm for change. "Too bad," he said. He watched her sigh.
"I'm sorry. Can you charge me?"
He knew that answer. No charging within four weeks before school's out. He again, watched her squirm and finally put the tray up. The look in her eyes made him feel bad. They were watering. He never saw her about to cry. Instead, she walked out of the lunch room, gripping her journal tight in her hand. Terry took out to crisp dollar bills.
"You could've help the girl," the lady said.
He didn't answer. Taking his forty cents worth of change, Terry made his way to the lunch table Dana sat at.
*~* Bank Vault 1, Night*~*
"Hurry up!" the masked female whispered harshly. Breaking into banks wasn't exactly her plan for Gothem, but with crime not so heavy, it should be easy. She figured the police were relaxing, letting Batman handle the simple crime. She just hoped he would take the day off.
"I almost got it," the younger kid said, his ear plastered against the lock.
She turned to the entrance of the building. The door was left ajar so they could escape without setting the alarms off. Turning back to the kid, she sighed impatiently. "I could have barreled the blasted thing ten times by now," she whispered.
The kid turned, glaring at the masked girl. "Hey! Chill out!" he practically yelled.
"Raise that voice again and I'll rip your vocal chords out and you know I will," she hissed in a warning voice getting two inches from his face. She watched him squirm with fear and turned, dialing the combination. Within seconds, the safe clicked open.
"Jackpot," he said with excitement.
The black suited girl backed up to the entrance. She had a feeling they would have guests soon and not party guests either. A low humming was heard outside. Raising her hands slightly, she lifted in the air, landing in the shadows on a metal beam. Her eyes scanned the outside, taking note of a ship cloaking after the young Batman made his appearance.
"I got it! I got it!" the boy came yelling out from the safe. "Hey! I- " he stopped short, looking around for her.
Her eyes glowing feline gold with brown slits in the middle, she watched Batman turn invisible before entering. Her gold eyes spotted him out easily. She saw the disk in the boy's hand that had within a hundred or two.
Batman entered, fully cloaked. He couldn't understand why a single boy was running around the bank yelling for someone. But he knew the silver disk in his hand was loaded with cash. As the boy started for the entrance, Batman put his invisible hand up, balled into a fist. The boy collided into it, falling unconscious. "Cake," he said. But there was another here. He not only sensed it, but with loaded money on a disk that ricocheted inches from him, the robber wouldn't leave. Not without a fight for the disk. Batman walked forward, bending to scoop the device. He was caught off guard when it started to rise.
"Believe me Batman, I need it more then you," she said, her voice deeper then usual.
He turned to see a woman, no a girl in a slick black suit with a tint of silver in the areas the light hit it, float down to the floor. Her brown hair settled evenly on her back. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to see through the slick black mask at the golden feral eyes that turned back to her dark brown.
"It doesn't matter." She held her hand out, letting the disk come to her.
Once quick movement, Batman flung a bat-a-rang her way, knocking the disk out of her grasp. "Sorry, but the bank needs it more." He squatted in time for the bat-a-rang to plant securely in his hand.
She seemed a little surprised but didn't act on it. Raising her hand a little, she spoke, "Ever dealt with a New Mutant?"
"A what?" Before she answered, he was thrown across the room with a single flip of her hand. The wall didn't make a great landing pad. He slid down it, his back bones aching. He watched her look around for the disk, her eyes flashing gold again. Turning invisible, Batman stood, walking to her. His hands were out, ready to grasp her shoulders when he was thrown back to the wall at a greater speed by her foot.
"Don't you understand?" she hissed, facing him. "Invisible or not, you can run, but you can't hide." She raised her hand, the disk floating its way safely in her palm where she then looked down to her belt, placing it inside. When she looked up however, she saw he was gone. Her eyes scanned the area, turning around in time for his foot to make contact with her hip.
"Oh, I understand," he said, doing a flip towards her. "You can't fight without using your powers." He was wrong. It was clear of that after she swiftly pushed him off her back and gave a hard left punch to his jaw.
"I'm not a weakling!" she yelled. Police sirens were heard outside. She felt the disk in her belt, but felt the bruise it caused from the fall. "Adios," she said, lifting herself to the shadows then out the window that was jarred open.
Batman wasn't going to wait around for the police to come in. He gathered himself, making a dive for the window. He used his cloak to make his way to the Batplane directly above the stampede of cars.
*~*Batcave*~*
The suit had to be peeled off Terry's back from the wounds.
"She got you bad," Bruce Wayne smirked, laying the Batsuit on the table. He took a warm rag and dabbed it at the young boy's back.
With a gasp of pain, he balled his fist. "You think I don't know that?" He waited till Bruce finished with him, then strained to sit up. His bones ached. "She spoke of New Mutants," he managed to say, trying to stretch.
"New Mutants?" Bruce asked, logging into the computer.
"Yeah. It was weird. She asked if I ever dealt with them then went into action. She lifted her hand and-" he clapped his hands together for the sound effect. "Bam! I was smacked to the wall."
"Telekinetic," Bruce said, reading a file under the category.
"Tele- who?"
"Telekinetic. Describe the different characteristics she had." Bruce seemed to ignore the confused reaction Terry was having.
Terry slid off the bed, groaning as he went. Bruce was getting something and had his curiosity. He stood behind the old man, reading the screen. "Well, like I said, she threw me across the room with a single movement of her hand and picked a disk up with same movement." He paused, thinking of the small fight he had. "Uhm, when I cloaked so she couldn't see me, she kicked my butt saying she could see me. Her eyes turned gold then. Her moves were incredible. All delicate and perfect, like she knew what she was doing without a thought."
"Feral of some kind."
"Feral?"
"Feral. Anything else?"
Terry thought a bit longer. "Not that I know of." A screen was brought up after Bruce put the data in. "A telekinetic feral?"
"Sure. She possess the DNA," as he spoke a DNA strand came to view. "As a child, she was probably tested on or her parents are New Mutants. You don't hear of them much." Bruce's fingers glided over the keyboard. "New Mutants went down and away from the public because of others that treat them like dirt. I'll try and find something more about your friend."
"I've never heard them at all." Terry leaned on the chair.
"Point proven. It would seem you have a new friend to get to know," he said, turning to meet Terry's eyes.