Chapter 8: Secrets Revealed
By ShadowHawk & Demoness Space Pirate

Author's Notes: to the Readers who read this fanfic, just to let you know this fic takes places after my friend Demoness Space Pirate's fanfics Same Ol'' Game, Just New Players & Gray Shadows of the Past.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters used

In the dark recesses of the Batcave...

Terry McGinnis struggled to avoid eye contact with the old man, Bruce Wayne. Terry held his breath waiting the reprimanding that he knew was destined to happen in his near future, it didn't matter that he had managed to somehow capture a pair of twins, it was coming.

Bruce eyed the torn Batsuit and the badly damaged remains of the once magnificent piece of machinery dubbed the Batmobile. He sighed deeply massaging the ridge of his nose.

Unable to take the anticipation any longer Terry broke the silence. "I know what you're going to say, Bruce."

Bruce Wayne looked up onto his young protégé with his constant hard cold eyes. Only Terry could tell when his eyes were angry, happy, sad, and what not, he had developed a talent for such cases; and his boss's eyes told him he was in deep trouble.

"Do you have any idea of how long it took for me to develop that vehicle?" Bruce asked his voice frightfully calm.

Terry knew that tone by heart from his many yet meager mistakes. He flinched as Bruce's brow furrowed. 'Here it comes.' He thought to himself.

"What were you thinking?" Bruce asked.

Terry faltered for a reasonable answer. "I had only two minutes to save those people I wasn't thinking about anything else." Terry explained.

Bruce nodded. "I must commend you for your quick actions toward saving those people." He stated. "But afterwards you were irresponsible and acting on your anger alone when you chased after Two-Face."

Terry frowned. "Well sorry I'm not the all-time great hero you once were. I'm sure you never got so upset at one of your adversaries so much that you acted without thinking!" He exploded before he could even get his thoughts straight.

A thick unrelenting silence hovered throughout the cave; the small ruffle of wings from the bats hanging above their heads startled it from time to time.

Terry looked away from the wrinkled yet hard face of the older man, no longer able to stand the glare. The sound of Bruce's cane tapped against the cold stone floor as he turned his back to Terry. "It will take some time until I can repair both the suit and the mobile." Bruce commented.

"So Batman's on a break for awhile?" Terry asked cocking a brow.

"Batman's never on a break." Bruce said as he pressed his palm to the computer console. "Before I created the suit and the car that you are accustomed to, I was working on something else."

A dark smooth car shaped object slowly appeared from a rising platform. "This is one of them." Bruce said pointing to the car in its cocoon stage.

"What is that thing?" Terry asked watching as the cocooned object reverted into a dark car.

"Your new Batmobile." Bruce stated.

Terry elevated a brow in question, as he looked down on the dark mobile. "Since when did anything you owned had wheels?" He asked.

Bruce merely scowled, "As I said I was working on this some years before the former Batmobile."

Terry looked back onto the amazing piece of machinery standing before him. It shinned beneath the lights; it stood in its full glory, sleek and a beautiful color of pure black, with aerodynamic sweeping front fenders for intense speed, a swirling red case over the powerful jet engine. Behind the visible engine sat the open aircraft-styled sliding door cockpit.

Terry took in an unsteady breath; he had heard legends of the older models of the Batmobile. He had seen crude drawings by witnesses and so called fanatics, he had seen the blurred police pictures, but none could truly prepare him for what he was seeing before him.

Terry's trance was broken when Bruce's cane echoed in the silent cave as he made his way around the car. "If it makes you happy it has many of the same mobile capabilities as the one you're use to and more."

"More?" Terry asked. Bruce nodded,

"Quick responds system that acts like your own reflex system. Though more reliable. There's a stronger shield which can reflect practically all firearms, fire proof, waterproof, and can brave anything the elements throws at you."

"Jet propelled engines highly superior to anything I've made as of lately. Making this much faster than anything you've driven so far." Bruce added casually petting Ace.

"Any shway gadgets on this one?" Terry asked. Bruce points his cane to the dark tinted windshields. Infrared windshields for night vision, it can magnify onto objects 400x zoom. Mini-microphone so that you can listen onto others from a 50 ft distance. Electric pluses if ever minions try to break in." Bruce listed. He pointed his cane to the headlights. "Behind these, stinger missiles. "Wall climber" jet thruster/grappling hook combination, aircraft-style cockpit, smokescreen, oil slick, voice-activated control, twin machine guns, and a "Cocoon" armor shield are just some of the features on this car."

"So you're going back on your 'I hate guns' motto?"

Bruce shakes his head from side to side. "No. The machine guns are used only for tight areas. Normal ammunition was replaced by metal thorn-like shells, for more efficient damage but they are non-lethal to human and splicer alike. There is a control on the panel." Bruce said.

Terry looked into the cockpit at two separate switches. "One for sedatives and another for explosives?" He asked receiving only a nod as an answer.

"Anything else you need to know about it?" Bruce asked.

"How is she on sharp turns?" He asked a bit cocky.

Bruce frowned turning the chair so that his back was facing on Terry. "Bring this one back in one piece."

"And what about the suit?" Terry asked motioning towards the torn black fabric revealing the red intricate circuitry design beneath.

Bruce sent an undetected pained glance behind him at the suit. It would take him at least two weeks to fix that much damage. With a small follow me gesture he made his way to the wall of batsuits.

"Am I going in the old Nightwing again?" Terry asked eyeing the old memorabilia preserved behind bulletproof glass.

"No. You'll be wearing this." Bruce said turning on a light flooding the glass case with a brilliant white light.

Terry withheld the sudden urge to just let his mouth hang open with pure shock and awe. Behind the reinforced glass was a Batsuit unlike any he had seen before. The white eyes of the pointy-eared mask stared back at him as he looked onto it. He looked down to the mask's white half circled checks down to the strong black neck to the yellow Batman symbol between the two pectorals. From the symbol sprouted identical white wing like patterns stretching out to the shoulders. A pleased smirk grew on Terry's awe struck face as he looked down at the waist at the black utility belt.

Bruce's old face reflected poorly in the glass. "Another prototype I never truly had the chance to test before going into retirement." He said.

"Is it like the other suit?" Terry asked.

"With a few alterations, it can be better." Bruce said taking the costume from its rest.

A mere hour passed before Terry was garbed in his new Batsuit. "For an old guy, you're good." Terry commented looking at the translucent cape underneath his arms. He punched the air at an imagined opponent, it had the same free and fast movements as his previous suit. No doubt it contained the same dense, mircrofiber mechanical muscles that always gave him the extra strength he would call on like his former suit provided, if not more.
"Feel like taking them out for a test run?" Bruce asked from his computer.

Batman looked over to his predecessor with a hitched brow of question. "Test?"

"Yes, the Commissioner is going to question those two men you turned in."

Without a second thought Batman had quickly jumped into his new means of transport and was already out of the dreary cave.

A small red circle of light drifted from the red emblem on Batman's chest up to the small area of black fabric between his two white eyes. Two-Face was furious at the night's events. Such a wonderful and amazing night ruined in mere moments by the involvement of his former lover. How could she help the one he hated so deeply? Batman was to blame; it was his fault she turned on him. Batman, Batman, always Batman!

The hideout resonated with the gun's loud bang. The head of the sixteen- inch figurine exploded. "That pointy-eared freak is driving me insane!" Two- Face said handing his gun over his shoulder to one of the Dee-Dees.

"Aw boss darling, you're stressing yourself out over that Bat." Delia chuckled placing the silver gun down.

Deirdre kissed the scarred half of Two-Face's lips. "We've been busy while you and the fellas were out." She said in a low seductive tone as she and her twin led him into his private room.

"Oh?" Two-Face's face asked as his eyes fell onto the halved white marble and black iron table.

"Yes. I've made your favorite for tonight's dinner. Cesar salad drenched in a special blend of oil and vinegar with pepper, next Shrimp Newburg topped with the caviar just the way you like it." Delia said leaning against the white marble of the table.

"Ha!" Deirdre scoffed at her twin. "You of all people should know Dee-Dee, that he favors spice over that bland slag you call a meal. Here you are boss, to start tasty spicy stuffed jalapenos peppers, Cajun bouillabaisse."

Two-Face smirked. "And what do you two intend to give me for dessert?" He asked elevating both his scarred and normal eyebrows.

The Dee-Dees wrapped their arms around one another. "Us." They said together.

Two-Face laughed finding their offer quite tempting. But the thought of his Mel, his Annie, kept disrupting at attempts of pleasure. With a deep sigh he took a seat at the table, perhaps his constant thoughts of betrayal would settle once he got some food into his stomach.

"Turn on the TV for us girls." Two-Face commanded as he dug into the scrumptious rapture the Dee-Dees have prepared for him.

'Gotham's annual car show will present the new advancement in automotive weaponry with the new high performance G-6155 Interceptor.' The digital news anchor announced with its ever-smiling face.

But it wasn't the grin on the anchorman's face that the twins were looking at, but the hideously scarred grin spreading over their bosses face matched with the sinister twinkle in his yellow eye.

Meanwhile Batman roved the desolate crime ridden streets of the dark city in the new Batmobile. That night was the first night he truly wanted to be distracted from the task at hand, which at the time was going to the city jail in time to observe commissioner Gordon's interrogation of the captured twins, to test the new mechanisms of the new ride. "Better fly." He mumbled aloud as if explaining to the emptiness the unnecessary reason of converting the Batmobile. With a flick of a glowing blue switch the new mobile began to hover as the wheels smoothly moved out of the way.

In a dull toned and cramped room with only one gray metal table and two uncomfortable chairs sat a single pair of Two-Face's twin thugs. Their names were Tyler and Turner Rachins, a pair of twins that had pledged in childhood to stick together through thick and thin. The batman had caught them during the chaotic chase that had in return damaged both the suit and the first Batmobile, and brought them to the cops for a thorough interrogation by the great Barbara Gordon.

No matter what approach she took towards getting the answers she sought the two men would not give in.

"If you tell us what we want to know both of your sentences can be reduced." She said trying once again.

They both sat wearing a bored and expressionless countenance upon their identical faces. It was like her words weren't even reaching their ears.

Her hands slammed down on the table in fist clutched tight in irritation. "It'll go easier for the both of you if you tell us where Two-Face's hideout is located." She negotiated once again.

Tyler smirked as he moved an unruly strand of hair from his sight. "Until he catches up to us. Him and that coin don't like squealers." His twin gave a silent nod of agreement.

Barb's patients had worn thin, it seemed they had a greater fear of what their split sided boss might do to them than what she had awaiting them. "Get them out of here." She muttered to the two-way mirror before walking back to her office to settle down from the strenuous questioning.

The former Batgirl sighed deeply into a cup of steaming hot coffee. "Heard you got into an accident." She said before taking a sip of the rich black liquid.

The camouflaged Batman materialized just before her. "Nothing much, just a small scratch on the car."

Barb eyed the dark costume elevating a brow just above the other adding a small smirk on her usually stone cold face. "New suit too? He never stops does he?" She asked before going back to drinking her coffee.

"The Batman never rests." He countered.

She looked up to chide him for listening in on the interrogation but found nothing but an open window.

She looked down with a heavy heart on the many police reports opening a single folder entitled Two-Face II. The normal picture of Jeffery Dent was placed aside the disfigured picture of the face he now bears. One by one her eyes scanned over his many crimes committed in recent days.

With a small sigh she opened the drawer of her desk removing a single picture in a small gold plated frame. Three smiling faces grinned upwards at her, the aging Grace with her kind eyes laughing with pure joy, with a red headed woman holding a young boy on her lap. Barb smiled tenderly as her eyes looked down on the small signature.

To Auntie Barbara, from Jeffery.

"God Jeffery, what happened to you?" She asked looking out the window into the night.

To be Continue.

Author's Notes: The Batmobile that Bruce gave to Terry/Batman is the same model used in Tim Burton's Movies Batman & Batman Returns but it has new modifications and the suit well it's combination of the Ice Suit used in Batman & Robin movie and the OnStar Suit version.