Dana angrily slammed her car door. She had heard in the news that Chelsea was safe and now she was mad at Terry for abandoning her when she needed him the most.

She started her car and took off to try to figure out the mystery of where he had gone.
She drove for a bit and decided to turn on her radio just for good measures. She stopped on a channel that was telling the news, and adjusted her mirror.

Why would he abandon her when he was just as worried as she was about their friend? She thought she could trust him to be there at times when she needed him. It was already night outside and rain started pouring down. Dana turned on the windshield wipers as she continued to ponder about her boyfriend. Then all of a sudden she noticed someone lying on the road she slammed on her breaks, and luckily didn't hit the person. Why is he just lying there when cars come on this road all of the time is he insane. She had a thought that it could possibly be something else but she wouldn't believe that this man was dead until she saw it with her own eyes.

She opened the door and got out, in hopes to assist him. Her eyes widened as she let out a scream.
-
It was the worst thing that she could ever have dreamed to happen to the kid. But here he was, plain as day in the forensic lab, dead, with no clue how or why he died.

Barbara couldn't believe it, why or how would he let himself be killed. She knew Terry all too well and what she knew best is that he wouldn't die without a fight. But there were no signs of struggle on the body or at the scene for that matter. As far as she knew he was really happy with his life so it couldn't be suicide. It just didn't add up, none of it did. Gordon knew that there was only one person who might have an answer besides the ones that committed the crime itself. She couldn't go to him yet though, this was a crime, and she had to play her part. She would talk to the only witness they had and hope that she could get some clues before she started badgering Bruce with questions. He needed some down time anyways, he probably couldn't sleep for a few nights, but he would recover faster than anyone. If she knew Bruce he would probably just work overtime to keep his mind busy and off of Terry. He always did that, he would pretend like he didn't care when in reality his heart was broken in two. She knew that they had been close, and she knew she had to keep away from him for a few days. But she also knew that he would be the most reliable source for information on his attitude, with the big 'if' that it had been suicide, Bruce would know the motive for Terry.

Barbara went into her car and started the engine. She had to go to Dana's house now, and interrogate her. She felt sorry for the girl, after all she knew that they loved each other, and she knew that it would take a lot for Dana to recuperate.

She saw the Tan house and parked across the street. Sometimes she really hated her job and this was one of those times.

She knocked on the door, it opened, and she could hear the sounds of sobs coming from the living room, as the mother comforted the daughter. She thanked Mr. Tan and asked Dana if she could be interrogated.

She agreed for Terry and told the story of her in the car, and stopping to find the body. She had no information; there were no leads in this case.

She thanked the family and left after that hoping to never have to do that again.
-
The news had struck him, and he knew about Terry. He wouldn't go to the funeral, and he wouldn't go to the grave until at least a year was over. Bruce was tired of losing loved ones, and wouldn't accept the loss of another until there was a reason to.

He worked until 3 every day and then went home and watched TV the rest of the night. What good was sleep anyway? When all it did was put more weight on your shoulders? No Bruce had a life to live and he intended to live it, even if that meant he had to lose everyone he loved in the process.

The call would come soon. He knew it would, after all wasn't it Barbara's job to pick up on all leads? He wasn't fooled, she was just giving him leeway, downtime, for what he knew would come.

He didn't care. In fact he just wanted her to call now so he could get the wretched interrogation over with so he could get back to work.

The phone rang, just as he knew it would. He picked it up on the second ring.

"Wayne," His usual work routine.

"Hey Bruce how is your day going," It was Barbara of course it was about time she called.

"Just get to the point," He demanded impatiently.

"We need an interrogation from you for Terry," she put it simply; he knew that she was trying keep it simple and plain, he was glad because of it.

"I'll be right there," He hung up and left his office. He locked the door, as always.

He went into the limo and told the driver to go to the police office. The driver obeyed.

The G.C.P.D office appeared on his left. Bruce got out of the limo and paid the driver and told him to stay put, he wouldn't be long.

He went up the cold stone steps and into the office. There were numerous officers there, that didn't bother to even look up at him. He was fine with that. Barbara came in and led him to the interrogating room.

Bruce was familiar with it, after all, he had been here before.

"So," Barbara started. Bruce just waited for a question.

"Do you think Terry was liable to commit suicide?" She asked.

"No, he was perfectly happy," Bruce answered with no emotion in his voice whatsoever. He wasn't a fool if he made a mistake the news would blame him on the crime, if they already weren't. How better to expose the jugular and make his company's stock go down. Some people wanted that, and would give anything to have that story. It was all about money, that was all this world was about these days. All this did for him was give him more work, which was fine.

"How have you been handling his death?" He knew that she was just doing her part, just trying to get this through.

"I've been better," It was the truth in a way, but he just used that line to follow through with his part. Bruce knew that they would look at him as a possible suspect. Since there was no sign of struggle it had to be someone close to him. Bruce would be the perfect suspect, either an argument would've broken out, or he was just tired of having the kid around, that is what they would think had happened. They were just stalkers looking for a sign of weakness so they could get this case over with and call it a day.

They were mistaken, he had done nothing to even make Terry flinch.

"Where were you yesterday afternoon, around 2'oclock P.M.?" She had to see if there was an alibi, even if she knew that he didn't do anything.

"I was at work, in a meeting with Powers," He answered truthfully.

"Thank you Mr. Wayne we'll call you if we get any news," He just nodded and left.

They were jerks all of them.

-

It had been months since that faked death cleverly performed by Clayface, who just bled through the casket after being buried. Terry had finally fallen into submission, and no longer struggled every chance he got. His family and friends were now convinced that he was truly dead, and were even beginning to accept their loss. When, in fact he was alive, sitting here crying every night in knowing that he would never see them again, or, if he did, he would be looking at them, like a ghost, who had come back to haunt their pain and torment, for ever more.

Psycho came to give him the usual meal, Terry wasn't hungry today, he just wanted to be left alone, or even better, killed.

"I'm sorry, you won't be killed today. Keep up that wishful thinking and maybe soon you'll get your appetite back," He laughed and left Terry alone to ponder.

"So doya think it's time?" Psycho asked Spellbinder.

"Hmm. I don't see what it will hurt, he's ready, there's no doubt about that."

"Do you want me to go get'em?" Clayface asked.

"Why don't you both? It would be good exercise for you Psycho, you both need to get out anyways." Spellbinder instructed.

"Oh I can't wait to see his reaction boss, he's so fun to torment!" Psycho said as he began to leave.

"Well wasn't that what the whole plan was about? Go! Put them in the hanger when your done! Make sure they can't escape, tonight is the night boys!" Clayface, and Psycho laughed as they left.