He had been thrown back in the cage, months flashed before his eyes, and he no longer ate. He had come to the conclusion that he would never eat again, why bother living now? Dana... did he really make the right choice? Regardless of whether he did or not it was over, he would never see her again, nor Bruce or Barbara. Barbara... wait, Dana, what if she told Barbara everything that had happened? Would she believe them? No... she would... it came as part of her job... That meant that she might come for him... Spellbinder's plan had worked perfectly, but there was a hole in his plot... Months had passed though, either Dana and her family never told, Barbara never believed them, or they had killed the Tan family outside as part of their plot... He just hoped that they never told, he didn't want to be rescued, not now, and probably not ever... If they were dead... it didn't matter, none of this mattered anymore, this wasn't his life, and would never be again... Unless he was rescued, and in that case he would have freedom enough to kill himself, they would try to stop him of course, but he would die in the end, he just didn't care. His life would always be meaningless, he was dead anyways wasn't he? He sighed as Psycho came in to give him the usual mushy tray of food, Terry didn't get why he still bothered.

"You've been rather quiet lately Bats... Why don't you eat today? Boss would be really mad if I found you dead one morning," Good, thought Terry, knowing Psycho would hear, At least he can be mad in the end...

"Ah! Spellbinder told me you would think that! And he said when you did I was to take you! This will be great! I can't wait to see what you do!" Psycho grabbed Terry.

Lately since Terry had been so still and quiet, and since he was so weak from not eating, Psycho no longer bothered to electrify him. He was taking Terry outside... Why? What could he gain by that? It seemed that they had been doing some work to make the stupid warehouse more roomy over the past few months, there were skylights all over the place on the roof. He could escape very easily, but would it be worth it?

Sunlight poured over his face, it was the first time he had seen the sun in almost a year. He remembered his old life, he remembered Dana, his mom, Matt, Bruce, he remembered all of them, and for a moment, he forgot that his mom and Matt had died, he had forgotten that he was dead to them, and all he knew was what it had felt like to love, and to be loved back. A single tear trickled down his cheek. He wanted to go back, even though there was nothing there for him. He wanted to see them again, if not even for a sliver of a memory...

The rest seemed to happen in slow motion... First he punched Psycho, why didn't he see it coming if he was psychic? He shrugged it off as the wings spread and he hit the rockets. The glass was easily breakable, and the suit protected him from the shards. The wind hit his face, and even through the mask he could feel it. He saw Gotham once again in its full glory at daytime. He turned of the rockets and glided as far as he could, away from that wretched place, away into the land of freedom. He landed on a rooftop, where he was, he didn't care... He tore off the mask, he didn't want to wear it, not now, maybe not ever again, it was the reason his family had been torn apart, it was the reason that he probably would never see Dana again... He really wanted to go home... What WAS home now though? His had been demolished, the house was already sold, and another family was living there. There was only one more person that he could possibly turn to for guidance, but he didn't know if Bruce would accept him or not...

He lowered his head to the ground and tried to get bearings of where he was... He saw a small tree blooming, it wasn't that old, but it meant a great deal to Terry... There was a tree in Gotham... There had never been one before... It was probably a big thing for all of Gotham too... Times did change... He took off and found that he was on the edge of the city, good then, it would make the trip quicker, Wayne Manor was on the edge of the city anyway, all he had to do was follow the circle until he found it...

After only a few hours he spotted it, his breath left him, it was demolished, the roof had caved in, and there was no grass at all on the property. It had been deserted for months if not more... A blank expression crossed his face. What had happened? He quickly threw on the mask, and took off for the police department...

He arrived, to not cause suspicion he turned on his cloak and swept quickly inside... He was hoping that Gordon was still the commissioner. If not, then he was truly alone... He made his way to the commissioner's office. He saw her there, and smiled, he had never been so glad to see her, how would she take it though? Her client opened the door, he looked happy, maybe she had solved a case or something like that, oh well, it didn't matter, he snuck in while the door was open, and then it closed behind him. Barbara must have heard his footsteps because she looked up.

"Is it really necessary to be cloaked, Louis? I know its experimental but you don't have to sneak up on people," she was taking him for being someone else! Obviously the police were learning after Batman, now they were using the same technology. Terry sighed, then turned off the cloak.

Barbara saw him, grabbed her gun and stood up, "Who are you? Where did you get that suit? What do you want with me!" She demanded. She was scared. Terry looked at her, he slowly began to take off the mask, he knew that she didn't call security, he knew that she believed that she could handle herself in any situation, she wouldn't call someone to aid her in a time of crisis. He fully took it off and looked at her. The gun dropped out of her hand and she stared at him,

"No... you... your dead Terry," she said looking at him in shock, to be truthful he had seen better days, he was basically skin and bones, and his hair was all ruffled, his face was incredibly pale for not seeing sunlight in so long, but he was alive, and he was staring back at her, she must have thought that he was a zombie, sprung up from the land of the dead, or a tragically sick ghost, who was seeking aid after death. He grabbed her with his warm hand, to reassure her that he was alive,

"Your wrong, it's a very long story, but I'm here, alive, I need your help," He said. "I need someone to tell me what's been going on these past few years and you're the only person I can turn to..." she calmed down, but couldn't help but stare at his horrible wretched form, Terry didn't blame her either, he probably would do the same exact thing, if not more.

"Where's Bruce?" He asked.

"First tell me your story, I still don't trust you," If one thing would never change it would be Barbara. It took about an hour to tell a short version of the story, then there was the implied questions that came from a curios cop. She agreed not to arrest them yet, she would wait for a while. She looked heart-struck Terry told her about the loss of his family. He choked up at that part though, typical, when someone's loved one dies, it was hard to let go. He really hoped that Dana didn't feel the same way about him. The Tans had kept that night a secret and Terry asked Barbara not to interrogate them. She agreed only because it was Terry's wish. In return for all of the sadness in his story, Barbara filled him in on the others.

Bruce had died of his heart problems, this news struck a toll on Terry, but she continued, saying that Max had moved and was now attending Princeton University, and Chelsea had moved also, marrying a guy Terry had never met, Dana alone remained, she was working as a waitress and barely had made her way through, she had become seriously depressed, but didn't go to drugs nor food, but had a bad habbit of chewing pencils and other things. Terry felt really sorry for her at this news.

Where would he go now? Who would he trust? How could he go back into society if he was dead? He expressed his gratitude to Barbara, and started to leave.

"Terry?" She said. He turned around and looked at her again.

"There's a place in the manor that didn't cave in during the earthquake, maybe you can stay there, I'll bring you food," Terry nodded and said thanks to her again. It was as much of a prison out here as it was in the warehouse. At least out here he had the ability to choose where he wanted to go and who he wanted to see... Dana... would she really be as depressed as Barbara said she would? No... he couldn't see her now! Not like this... she was already sad as it was... he didn't want to make it any worse... Maybe she was beginning to move on... He couldn't interfere with her life any longer... He went to the Manor, lonely and empty, there must have been a curse on the house, for who ever who lived there to always be alone...