Terry returned home to find his mother and Matt sitting in the living room
watching the news. It was covering Mr. Wayne's interview from the morning.
Mary looked over to her son and smiled with pride. Terry wasn't sure why
until he heard what Mr. Wayne was saying. He had mentioned Terry's
assistance with his Wayne Enterprise duties as and invaluable assistance to
their efforts to help the city. Terry thought to himself "The old man sure
does know how to work it, doesn't he." Terry shrugged at his mother and
moved to the kitchen. Mary followed. Her expression had changed. There was
something on her mind and that always worried Terry.
"Terry come and sit down, I need to talk to you about something", she stated flatly as she moved to the table. Terry followed unsure of what he did that might explain her tone. "I received a message today from your grandmother" she started.
Terry interjected "and that's a good thing, right."
Mary continued, "There are things that I haven't told you about your grandmother. She has been in trouble since before I was born. Her father got mix up with the mob. They killed him, but she knew too much and has been hiding from them a long time. We were on the run the whole time I was growing up. When I was old enough she found a way to send me to college and get me out of hiding for good. She had thought over the past few years that she was finally free of them, but yesterday she saw someone near where she lived. Your grandmother is sure that it was the mob. I'm afraid they may even know about us too." Mary paused not knowing how else to continue with the information she was trying to organize in her mind. "I know this is hard for you to understand, but she is coming here and I think that she could do a better job of telling you this than I ever can."
Terry sat quietly through the entire outburst his mother had spat at him in her fear and uncertainty. He knew she was unnerved by what was happening. He took her hand and began to speak softly to calm her, "Mom, I'm sure that we can work things out. Maybe I can get Mr. Wayne to help, he has connections. I'm sure that if I talk to him he would be happy to lend a hand."
His mother seemed calmer, but surprised at how much Terry had grown up without her knowing it. "When did you become a man?"
"When you weren't looking" Terry smiled back.
His mother leaned back and thought for a moment. She was concerned about getting Mr. Wayne involved. He worked Terry like a dog, but it was clear to her that he had her son in great esteem and even regarded him akin to a son. Still her mother hadn't told her anything conclusive and she only knew that she was coming to Gotham to talk to her, maybe for the last time. She straightened up and quietly said, "Lets wait till your grandmother gets here and then we can ask her how she feels about what you're saying. Ok?"
Terry knew that his mothers mind was made up and that he wouldn't be getting anywhere with that line of conversation. He decided to change the subject slightly and gather information for later. "All right, but could you tell me a little more about grandma, like does she have a name?"
"Yes, Andrea. She is very pretty even at her age. She sent me this picture through some contacts a year or two ago. Isn't she lovely?" Mary said passing Terry the photo.
Terry gazed at an image of a woman he had never known. His mother had never talked about her to him. He had thought that she must have died. She was pretty and well dressed. She seemed terribly sad. He knew that look; he saw it every evening from a man that had become a father to him. Terry took a deep breath and looks at his mother.
"My mother never had the chance to tell my father about me. All this time and he still doesn't even know I exist. This has more than likely been harder on him than us. My mother said that when they were in college she met him and they were so happy. Then he asked her to marry him and she thought that the world would be bright and beautiful the rest of her life, but their joy was cut short. The men her father had invested for wanted their money back, and you don't say no to the mob. He couldn't get the money in time and they ran away. She sent him their engagement ring with a note saying that she was too young and to forget her. Ten years later she returned and they found each other again, but her father had come back to kill the gangsters that were threatening them. In the end he vanished and she was on the run, for her life. Twice my father let her into his life with open arms and twice she repaid him with heartbreak. I don't think I have ever heard anything quite so sad as my mother's story." Mary looked out the window and took a deep breath. "I need to take care of some things, can you watch Matt for me."
Terry looked at his mother. The city would be quite for a little while. Even criminals didn't want to be out in this. "I think I can manage for a while, but I may have to work tonight."
Mary smiled and shook her head thinking "What could Mr. Wayne need him for in this weather." She relented saying, "I'll try to be back as soon as I can."
"Terry come and sit down, I need to talk to you about something", she stated flatly as she moved to the table. Terry followed unsure of what he did that might explain her tone. "I received a message today from your grandmother" she started.
Terry interjected "and that's a good thing, right."
Mary continued, "There are things that I haven't told you about your grandmother. She has been in trouble since before I was born. Her father got mix up with the mob. They killed him, but she knew too much and has been hiding from them a long time. We were on the run the whole time I was growing up. When I was old enough she found a way to send me to college and get me out of hiding for good. She had thought over the past few years that she was finally free of them, but yesterday she saw someone near where she lived. Your grandmother is sure that it was the mob. I'm afraid they may even know about us too." Mary paused not knowing how else to continue with the information she was trying to organize in her mind. "I know this is hard for you to understand, but she is coming here and I think that she could do a better job of telling you this than I ever can."
Terry sat quietly through the entire outburst his mother had spat at him in her fear and uncertainty. He knew she was unnerved by what was happening. He took her hand and began to speak softly to calm her, "Mom, I'm sure that we can work things out. Maybe I can get Mr. Wayne to help, he has connections. I'm sure that if I talk to him he would be happy to lend a hand."
His mother seemed calmer, but surprised at how much Terry had grown up without her knowing it. "When did you become a man?"
"When you weren't looking" Terry smiled back.
His mother leaned back and thought for a moment. She was concerned about getting Mr. Wayne involved. He worked Terry like a dog, but it was clear to her that he had her son in great esteem and even regarded him akin to a son. Still her mother hadn't told her anything conclusive and she only knew that she was coming to Gotham to talk to her, maybe for the last time. She straightened up and quietly said, "Lets wait till your grandmother gets here and then we can ask her how she feels about what you're saying. Ok?"
Terry knew that his mothers mind was made up and that he wouldn't be getting anywhere with that line of conversation. He decided to change the subject slightly and gather information for later. "All right, but could you tell me a little more about grandma, like does she have a name?"
"Yes, Andrea. She is very pretty even at her age. She sent me this picture through some contacts a year or two ago. Isn't she lovely?" Mary said passing Terry the photo.
Terry gazed at an image of a woman he had never known. His mother had never talked about her to him. He had thought that she must have died. She was pretty and well dressed. She seemed terribly sad. He knew that look; he saw it every evening from a man that had become a father to him. Terry took a deep breath and looks at his mother.
"My mother never had the chance to tell my father about me. All this time and he still doesn't even know I exist. This has more than likely been harder on him than us. My mother said that when they were in college she met him and they were so happy. Then he asked her to marry him and she thought that the world would be bright and beautiful the rest of her life, but their joy was cut short. The men her father had invested for wanted their money back, and you don't say no to the mob. He couldn't get the money in time and they ran away. She sent him their engagement ring with a note saying that she was too young and to forget her. Ten years later she returned and they found each other again, but her father had come back to kill the gangsters that were threatening them. In the end he vanished and she was on the run, for her life. Twice my father let her into his life with open arms and twice she repaid him with heartbreak. I don't think I have ever heard anything quite so sad as my mother's story." Mary looked out the window and took a deep breath. "I need to take care of some things, can you watch Matt for me."
Terry looked at his mother. The city would be quite for a little while. Even criminals didn't want to be out in this. "I think I can manage for a while, but I may have to work tonight."
Mary smiled and shook her head thinking "What could Mr. Wayne need him for in this weather." She relented saying, "I'll try to be back as soon as I can."