Chapter 2:
The Bat"Dana, please don't do this to me!"
"I think this relationship isn't going to work. It's not you I want anymore. Please understand Terry," gently she replied.
"I can't understand. All of a sudden you decide you don't like me anymore?" Terry's voice shook.
At that moment red car pulled up and a male voice from inside beckoned for Dana to hop in. Dana let out a quiet sigh as she got into the car saying, "I've got to go now, but please understand that we shouldn't be seeing each other anymore."
Terry had a sad and yet confused look on his face. He ran his finger through his shiny black hair as the car drove off. At that moment Terry's teammate came up to him; "Hey Terr! We got wrestling practice today. Come with?"
Terry mindlessly replied, "Yeah… wrestling… sure…"
After practice Terry had a long walk home. All he could think about was the incident with Dona that day. Whatever happened between us to make her not like me anymore? I bet it had something to do with that guy in the red car, Terry became filled with anger. He felt like beating the shit out of something. He couldn't wait to get to work.
When he arrived to his house he dropped off his schoolbooks; "Mom, I'm going to work."
"Homework?" she asked.
"Didn't have any."
"Well, before you go, I made these cookies for Mr. Wayne."
"Thanks Mom but --," Terry was quickly interrupted
"Just take them."
Terry looked at his mother an expression of any teenage boy reluctantly taking the cookies. Then he went on his way to "work".
Terry approached the mansion. His boss was sitting outside waiting for him, "Hey Bruce, My mom made you these cookies." Terry handed him the box of cookies with a crooked smile on his face slightly embarrassed.
Terry's boss corrected him, "I wish you would address me more formally. But anyway, thank your mother for me."
"Mr. Wayne…" Terry paused, "It just doesn't sound right."
Bruce gave him a blank stare and Terry looked back at him with his eyebrows narrowed, trying not to smile. Then the both of them smile and walked into the huge manner.
In the manner Terry and Mr. Wayne entered a secret to a cave. In the cold, damp cave there were many gadgets, each with a bat like quality.
"There has been a case of a murder in a little town outside of Gotham," Mr. Wayne announced.
"And I'm guessing that you want me to investigate the scene?" Terry retorted. He was trying his best not to think about Dana and what had happened earlier that day.
"Precisely," and with that Wayne added, "Suit up."
He's never asked me to do anything like that before, were Terry's thoughts as he walked away.
About a minute later, Terry stood in front of Wayne wearing a black costume with a huge red bat symbol on his chest, long pointed ears on his head and spike things attached to the back of his forearms. He resembled a bat.
"Okay Batman, I've made you a map to get to the area of the murder. It should be on your visor when you turn it on," explained the former Batman.
Terry—or shall I say Batman—walked over to a motorcycle. Bruce looked back at The Bat and informed, "If you get lost, I'll be at the computer."
Batman hopped on to his motorcycle and rode off into the night.
The motorcycle arrived at a small house in that poor polluted town. The door was broken down so Batman invited himself in, choking on the air.
"Obviously the body has already been moved," Terry reminded Bruce, "So what exactly do you want me to look for."
"A picture of any sort."
Hmmm…strange. Terry didn't understand why Mr. Wayne would want a picture, but he began looking anyway. Batman searched all the tables, "That's weird most of these pictures have already been taken. Do you think it was for evidence or something?"
"Perhaps," Bruce replied, "But what about that picture over there?"
On the floor was a picture frame face down, "Whoever took these pictures must have been in a hurry. They seemed to have forgotten one," Batman picked up the picture and examined it. In the picture was and older woman, well aged.
"I should have been there to protect you," Mr. Wayne faintly whispered.
"Excuse?" Batman was curious as to what Mr. Wayne had just mumbled, "What was that?"
"Oh nothing…just groaning at this damn arthritis," Bruce was attempting to cover for his words, "Okay, all I needed was the picture. Come back to Gotham. I'm sure there is much more going on here."
Batman was quite confused, "But wait…we didn't find anything. Why would you just want the picture?"
"Listen, you can't leave Gotham alone for two minutes. Let that town deal with there own problems. Hurry back!"
That's exactly what I was thinking before I came here…crazy? Batman had slight hesitation to think, "…Right. I'm on my way."