Batman and Superman finished the last of the search and rescue sweeps they
had volunteered to Gotham. The other members of the JLU had left to the
watchtower. Superman told Batman to head home and that he would inform
commissioner Gordon of the details of their patrols.
Terry was grateful to be done with this emergency. He hadn't seen his mother or brother for over two days, just calling in long enough to make sure they weren't suspicious of his activities. Mr. Wayne had made the ideal cover asking Mary to let Terry coordinate his business dealings from his home while he organized Wayne Enterprises resources to provide much needed emergency assistance for the city. He moved up the stairs and into Wayne manor stopping long enough to fill Ace's water and food for the day. The dog gratefully drank the water before it hit the floor and shared it immediately with Terry. He grabbed a towel in the kitchen to wipe the gratitude from his face and left the towel by Ace's food. Terry moved to the garage and found a four-wheel drive vehicle to borrow until the streets were safe for his motorcycle again. He would rather be using his cycle, but Mr. Wayne had insisted that he take a safe vehicle stating the "taking unnecessary risk out of the bat-suit was not only not in keeping with his activities, but also well below his intelligence level." Terry couldn't argue with the truth the old man had shot at him and so he would drive for the time being.
Bruce Wayne moved briskly through the streets of Gotham. He had feigned an argument when Superman had insisted that he forgo the Dark Knight's intervention in the crisis. Bruce knew that under the circumstances he could do a great deal more good as Bruce Wayne than the Dark Knight, besides he knew that even though his heart was better he was still far too old to be running across rooftops in a snowstorm.
He was tired, he had only gotten five hours sleep in the past two days, but he took bounding steps through the still snow-covered ground leading to the Natural History Museum. Chelsea had hounded him to help her set up the plans and scheduling for an archeological dig in Japan during the summer. She had even gone so far as to call him at the office this morning to make sure his was still meeting her at the museum. He cursed the fact that he had to park almost five blocks from the museum and hoof it on foot, but he had promised to help his young friend with her challenge. In fact he was grateful to have her friendship. It was strange the deep and devoted friendship that had developed since the fall. She was a tenacious force of nature that had swept through his life like a rainstorm, clearing out the debris of the past and leaving him hopeful for the future again. He hadn't been this optimistic since..
No, he wouldn't think about her. Just the thought of her ripped at his soul like a razor, and he was painfully aware of why. He had lost her as he had lost his parents; stripped from him in the night without ever getting to say goodbye or tell her what she meant to him. The lack of closure gnawed at him every time his thoughts wondered into that love. He would take her back even now if she would come back to him. The sound of a snowplow drudging past shook him back to the world. He had stopped dead in his tracks with the thought of her. He shook his head as if clearing it of cobwebs and continued to the museum.
Terry was grateful to be done with this emergency. He hadn't seen his mother or brother for over two days, just calling in long enough to make sure they weren't suspicious of his activities. Mr. Wayne had made the ideal cover asking Mary to let Terry coordinate his business dealings from his home while he organized Wayne Enterprises resources to provide much needed emergency assistance for the city. He moved up the stairs and into Wayne manor stopping long enough to fill Ace's water and food for the day. The dog gratefully drank the water before it hit the floor and shared it immediately with Terry. He grabbed a towel in the kitchen to wipe the gratitude from his face and left the towel by Ace's food. Terry moved to the garage and found a four-wheel drive vehicle to borrow until the streets were safe for his motorcycle again. He would rather be using his cycle, but Mr. Wayne had insisted that he take a safe vehicle stating the "taking unnecessary risk out of the bat-suit was not only not in keeping with his activities, but also well below his intelligence level." Terry couldn't argue with the truth the old man had shot at him and so he would drive for the time being.
Bruce Wayne moved briskly through the streets of Gotham. He had feigned an argument when Superman had insisted that he forgo the Dark Knight's intervention in the crisis. Bruce knew that under the circumstances he could do a great deal more good as Bruce Wayne than the Dark Knight, besides he knew that even though his heart was better he was still far too old to be running across rooftops in a snowstorm.
He was tired, he had only gotten five hours sleep in the past two days, but he took bounding steps through the still snow-covered ground leading to the Natural History Museum. Chelsea had hounded him to help her set up the plans and scheduling for an archeological dig in Japan during the summer. She had even gone so far as to call him at the office this morning to make sure his was still meeting her at the museum. He cursed the fact that he had to park almost five blocks from the museum and hoof it on foot, but he had promised to help his young friend with her challenge. In fact he was grateful to have her friendship. It was strange the deep and devoted friendship that had developed since the fall. She was a tenacious force of nature that had swept through his life like a rainstorm, clearing out the debris of the past and leaving him hopeful for the future again. He hadn't been this optimistic since..
No, he wouldn't think about her. Just the thought of her ripped at his soul like a razor, and he was painfully aware of why. He had lost her as he had lost his parents; stripped from him in the night without ever getting to say goodbye or tell her what she meant to him. The lack of closure gnawed at him every time his thoughts wondered into that love. He would take her back even now if she would come back to him. The sound of a snowplow drudging past shook him back to the world. He had stopped dead in his tracks with the thought of her. He shook his head as if clearing it of cobwebs and continued to the museum.