Wow its been so long man! Ok new chapter time! Sorry guys I've been so busy lol. ; Double space… On it! I'll revamp my other chapters too and add double spaces to them, sorry I didn't listen before lol. This chapter will answer almost all of your questions, but I KNOW you guys will have tons more lol. Enjoy

Terry woke up. He felt no pain in the chest where he got shot, on the contrary, it was like he had awoken from a dream. He sat up and looked around, only to find himself in the last place that he would ever want to be again. He was in the room, where the had kept him for an entire "year" of horror. He got up and ran to a wall, banging on it. "LET ME OUT!! THIS ISN'T WHERE I AM I…" He slid to the floor realizing the truth, it was all a lie, Matt had never saved him. He never escaped. He had been here, in this hell-hole for the entire time. It was all on of Spellbinder's illusions. He rested his head on the wall, ideas for ever getting out of here long forgotten. He was just an empty shell now. Broken, living each day because he could not leave or die…

Eventually Psycho came, and laid the food down as he always did. "Did you have fun in your little virtual world bats?" He asked, a grin crossing his face.

Terry ignored him, it was pointless to respond.

"If you do not socialize, you will be lonely for a long long time bats."

Psycho was as good as talking to the wall. But deep inside Terry knew that he had won. The illusion was good enough that it convinced Terry that there was a chance, when deep inside he must have known there never was.

Psycho smiled and walked out. Leaving Terry alone, in the dark once more…

Weeks passed, and events never swayed. Days were the same, and Terry forgot what the word "time" meant. He withdrew more and more into himself, until he almost forgot who he was. The only hope he had now, was that he would become so useless, so wasted that they would kill him. He obeyed everything they told him to do. He took all of there criticism, until they had no more. Yet they would not kill him. They would just continue things without a word.

Days felt like weeks, weeks felt like months and time would be just the slightest shadow of thought by now. There was no more life in Terry at all anymore. He never thought there would be again. What did it matter anymore? He was dead now, and there was no going back. Life could never be that carefree and simple again. What would happen now? What were they planning to do with him?

After about a lifetime of this life his question was answered.

Terry was in a dreamless sleep, when he heard something that woke him up. A door opening and a voice that seemed so far away, calling "Let me go!" His crystal blue eyes opened. He had long since forgotten the need for the mask, so lived here without it. What he saw gave his heart a reason to stop beating. Dana was fighting Psycho, who slammed her down on the hard concrete floor.

"I brought you a playmate bats!" He said, before he stormed out of the room laughing and shutting the door.

"Batman?" Dana asked. It was dark and her eyes were not sensitive to it. "Where are we? Why are you here?"

Terry remained silent for a while. He could not believe this was happening. Why would they go through all of the trouble to bring her here?

"I'm scared," she said.

He looked at her, what would she say?

"I'm here because, we had a trade…" His voice trailed off. Should he tell her? What did it matter, now that she was here, she probably wouldn't leave either.

"A trade?" She questioned.

"Yes… They kidnapped… Chelsea, and I chose to stay here in her place." He let it come out. The words came easily, but he knew it wasn't over yet. She was confused, so she would try to get understanding, and he was the only one around…

"Chelsea? But… She was… She came back, and…"

"And I disappeared," He answered, he didn't want questions anymore, all he wanted was her to know, so she would stop asking, so his heart could stop feeling this.

"You disappeared… but…"

"Dana!" He came closer to her, so she could see his face. "It's me," he then said gently.

"Terry? But… No… Your… your…"

His heart broke in half again as he looked at her, with guilt in his eyes. "I'm here now…" he said simply.

She ran to him and embraced him. "I saw it! I saw you die! I went to your funeral… I never thought… I never knew…"

He held her tightly. He never wanted to let go.

She was torn away, by he didn't know what. He was thrown into the room that he remembered as the place where Matt "saved" him. "NO!!" He yelled angrily, before he even knew what was happening around him. A hand grabbed him.

"You little twit! Look what I have to put up with because of you!" A voice yelled. It took Terry a moment to realize it was Psycho. He looked around, what caught his gaze was a person who couldn't be there.

"Superman?"

;) see told ya you'd have more questions lol.