Author: Happy early Easter? Lol I've been kickin my butt in gear for this story cuz I'm finally beginning to get to the good part! Enjoy this chapter 11 already lol.

He glared disbelieving what his eyes saw before him.

"What surprised to see him again? After all he is only DEAD!" Psycho said with a rousing laugh afterwards.

"I think I'll leave you two alone!" The antagonist remarked before he jumped in a car of some sort and drove away.

Bruce's eyes narrowed as he stared at the kid. Sure it was entirely possible for him to still be alive, he'd seen stranger things. The way Terry was looking at him, though, made his opinion certain. There was no way this could be Terry, when there was hate glaring back at him from those crystal blue eyes. Yet Ace was not growling, nor was he wagging his tail. What could that mean? There was something he was missing and he disliked that uncomforting thought. Perhaps it was him but something happened?

Movement! Bruce caught back into what was going on around him, and he witnessed Terry lunging at him. He tried to avoid it, to move those few precious inches to dodge and manage to counter-attack, but it was already too late. Terry slammed him into the boat rental building with a force he had never seen Terry achieve, regardless of the suit. As the pressure increased he could feel some of his bones start to crack. He fought back with all the force he could muster, but Terry's grip was firm. All of a sudden his grip softened slightly and his eyes became mournful.

"What's happening to me?" He said.

Bruce looked now, with fear in his eyes. That look… Could Terry really be alive? He wanted to help, but didn't know how. Terry's gaze shifted, retaining the icy coldness that they had not moments ago. His grip tightened so hard Bruce thought he could feel his spine start to give.

"TERRY!" He shouted, in a futile attempt to get through to the kid he now knew to be alive.

In a flash something slammed into Terry, and before he knew it Bruce was in the air. Terry looked back up with an evil glare in his eye. Could this be the kid that fought off those Jokers so long ago, could he be the one that stole the suit then apologized? So long ago Bruce finally accepted the fact that he would never see Terry again, if this was then what happened? What happened to those snooty remarks behind the cowl? Why did his hatred boil towards Bruce? Bruce was too hurt to think rationally, all he could think of was Terry's face when he asked the question… What's happening to me?

Before he realized it, Bruce found himself looking around the all too familiar environment of the cave, he long since hated to think about. To his left stood Clark Kent, or Superman, it didn't matter. Ace trotted up to him, obviously Clark had snatched him as well. He didn't mind either of them.

He walked to the computer, sitting there like it always had been. He stared at it, for the longest time. Clark began to get concerned so walked over to Bruce's side. For the longest time both of them stood there in silence. Clark had no suspicions as to what Bruce was thinking, but he could only guess.

"Are you ok?" Clark asked finally, full worry standing in.

Bruce nodded and walked away from the console.

"Why are you in Gotham?" Bruce asked.

Clark sighed slightly but regained his composure, then he explained, "I followed a trail…"

Bruce watched him and said nothing, his eyes narrowing little by little. Clark knew the game.

"It was Lex, he said…" He did not want to finish the sentence.

Bruce's eyes narrowed, patience was one of his greatest virtues. His patience soon paid off. Clark let up

"He said that the kid we were looking for was found and fighting. He also said that soon he wouldn't play on the justified side soon. I came to Gotham because there was only one person in this game that was at the right age…"

A shocked look crossed Bruce's face.

"It couldn't be Terry!" Bruce started to say, but Clark quickly cut him off.

"No one knew if he would even have powers, let alone when they would show up. Maybe they just started or are getting ready to…"

"Terry…" Bruce said aloud. How could I not have seen it…