"Who in the-"Terry started, he was cut off by Robin standing in front of him.

"There's NO time to talk now! I just snuck in, Clayface and the others are still in. Terry nodded, eying Robin.

They heard Clayface say something, but couldn't make out what it was, they were definitely talking, then Terry heard Spellbinder, speak crisp, and loud.

"The kid's dead who cares if a body was found or not?" Then he started to whisper. Terry started to use the 'hearing finger' as he always liked to call it, he had forgotten by now what Bruce had called it, but before he could Robin grabbed his hand and started walking toward the nearest vent, quietly. Terry understood and continued behind him. Still with the inkling that he couldn't be trusted, then again, Clayface was in the other room, so it was definitely worth trusting him for the time being.
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They finally crawled out of that awful place. Terry could smell the freshness of the air, well as fresh as city air is anyway. Robin continued walking, Terry looked to where he was headed, the batmobile sat there, plain as could be. Robin waved is hand in frustration to signal that they had to leave now. Terry eyed him, still not fully trusting the masked kid he followed, but warily. The door shut, and the young Robin took to the controls. He was a little shaky, but had a pretty good grasp on the controls.

"Who are you?" Terry asked, with a curious look on his face.

"You'll see don't ask questions until we get there," He was focusing as hard as he could on driving, as if he didn't ever want to talk to Terry, like he was mad at him for something.

"Get to where?" He asked still not averting his glance from the driver.

"You know," Was the reply. That wasn't good enough.

"Where?" He was getting a little pushy now, what trust he had in the kid was slowly ebbing away.

"Batcave," Robin remarked. Terry still wasn't consoled.

"Do you know where it is?" He said, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.

"WAYNE MANOR!" Robin yelled excruciatingly annoyed. Terry's eyes narrowed even more.

"NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME DRIVE!" He slammed the stick to the left in frustration and the car followed, with a very sharp turn towards the direction of the manor.

A silence that lasted until the journey was over seemed to stay with them for some time, even afterward. The door to the car opened, Robin was the first to jump out. Terry followed. He heard a dog bark from upstairs in the study. Then some whining and pawing. Ace, it seemed still resided in this house. A jab of remorse stabbed Terry's heart, he remembered that in the realm which Psycho must have thrown him, Bruce had died, the manor was in waste, Ace was no where to be found... But here he was, the manor as sturdy as ever, and a dog barking upstairs. What about... The door opened, Ace came flying down the stairs and pounced on Terry, who laughed in response. A man stared down at him from the shadows, and Terry looked at him.

Bruce Wayne glared, eyes narrowing, he didn't look happy at all, he was studying Terry's every move. Then Terry remembered what Clayface had done, how he transformed himself into Terry's form and faked dead. He remembered how shocked his mom and Matt had been on the night of their demise. He must have passed, even the autopsy. How? He was mud! Technology! This was the future!

Bruce kept his distance,

"Ace!" He demanded. The dog whined then eyed between Terry and Bruce. He then trotted over to Bruce's side. Bruce's gaze then turned towards the Robin.

"I still don't believe it, you can show me as many tests as you want to, Terry's dead, and there's no bringing him back!" He stormed away. Ace whined more, then followed in despair. Robin watched them go, then turned his head towards the ground.

Terry's heart broke in half when he heard Bruce say that. Would Bruce really say that? Was it in his character? After being in a made up realm, how did he know that he wasn't in another? He kept this in mind as Robin looked up at him.

"You better make yourself comfortable, your going to be staying here for quite a while," that's all he said, then he took off looking grief-stricken.

Terry was as confused as ever, if he was unwanted, then why was he rescued? Even more importantly, if Bruce didn't believe Terry was alive, then how did Robin find him? Even in the exact room? Who was he? Not feeling welcomed, Terry went to sleep in the cave, if you could call staying awake all night pondering sleeping.
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He woke up the next morning to find the big black Great Dane sleeping beside him. Terry smiled sadly, was Ace going to be the only one that ever trusted him the rest of his life? He rubbed ace near the ears where he liked it best.

"Thanks," He said to the dog, "I'm glad that someone still knows me..."

He got up and looked up toward the cave ceiling. Many families of bats looked back at him, they had been living here peacefully for generations. Terry sighed, sometimes he wished his life could be that simple. The door opened, it was Bruce. Terry averted his gaze. He missed Bruce, but he knew Bruce didn't trust him, Terry couldn't stand to watch him.

"Why did you lie to him? How did you make him believe you?" Bruce asked him directly.

"Why are you brining his hopes up? What do you hope to accomplish?"

Terry turned his neck a little.

"I don't know who he is! I could I be tricking him, he saved me remember? Can't you even begin to believe that its possible I'm still alive?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes and said nothing more. He went upstairs. Was it possible that being here, where he belonged, was worse than the factory? He sat down and ripped the mask off, he didn't need it, they wouldn't care anyways. Bruce would never trust him, and Robin would never look at him, if this is the way it would be fine, maybe he shouldn't stay. He got up, the familiar environment reminded him, how many times had he just ran in and out, looking to go somewhere else. No he couldn't leave, not this time, this was probably as close to his home as he would ever get again. He sat back down, he buried his face in his hands, Ace sat there as loyal as he always was to Terry. The great dog got up and put his paws in Terry's lap, knowing something was wrong. Terry stroked him as a tear trickled lightly down his cheek. The door opened, and there appeared the mysterious Robin. Terry looked at him, he was taken aback, Terry guessed Robin hadn't expected to see his face looking back with tears. He just turned his head and ignored Robin. Ace licked Terry's cheek. Robin headed towards him slowly.

"That dog seems to like you a lot," He said trying to make a conversation.

"Yeah," Terry said simply. Ace laid his head on his paws and closed his eyes.

"I've only seen him act like that around Bruce." Robin said looking at the dog.

"Don't mention him," Terry said.

"But I thought you-"

"I DID know him that was about a year ago!" Terry said. He guessed it was pretty obvious that the way he had been treated hurt him. Robin kept looking at him sadly.

"I'm sorry..." He added.

"Who are you?" Terry asked. There was no response. Terry got up, Ace didn't reject he got up too and stood by Terry's side wagging his tail. He started to head towards the trophy room, if his question couldn't be answered than he didn't want to talk to Robin.

"Where are you going?" Robin asked, tagging behind. Terry gave no response. Robin grabbed him, Terry shoved him off.

"Where are you going!" Robin asked again, this time more stern.

Terry kept walking, a light flicked on and they were standing next to a huge robotic T-rex. Terry had always loved the trophy room, it was a place that gave him a peek at the past, of the days when the first Batman had been patrolling the streets of Gotham. He had actually used Friez's gun on Inque. Next to the Rex was a giant one headed coin. Robin began to pick something up.

"No touching!" Terry said, spotting this. Robin's hand slid from Penguin's umbrella gun.

"This place is amazing!" Robin said looking around.

Terry said nothing, instead he was eyeing the Rex deep in thought. He had went into this due to the death of his father and had thought that it was worth everything, if he'd have know it would have come to the death of his mother and Matt would he have still gone through with it? He concentrated on the razor sharp teeth as he recollected past memories. His mom had been so exited when she heard he had gotten a job for Bruce Wayne, Matt didn't care. How could he have let them die? He looked down to the floor when he heard Bruce enter again. Terry turned his head to glare directly in his eyes. Bruce looked the same, though Terry knew he hated that.

"Lunch," he said to Robin, continuing to look at Terry. Robin looked between them,

"Soon," He said now focusing on Bruce, who narrowed his eyes at Terry then started to walk away.

"He'll come back to trus-"Robin started. Terry cut him off.

"No he won't not until he has real evidence to prove that its me..." He turned to look back at Robin.

"I still don't know who you are and how you saved me." He said, still a little angry at him.

Robin lowered his gaze to the floor. Terry continued staring. He looked up again than peeled off the Robin mask. Terry's eyes widened in shock, a tear emitted from his eye. Matt stared back, tearing too.