Inque forms a long, spindly limb. It morphs into a blade, which she pulls back, aiming at him.
In the same moment, Terry throws a grenade at her and activates the rocket boots. As he shoots toward the ceiling, the grenade goes off, and Inque splatters in all directions. Terry grabs the underside of a beam and activates the camouflage feature. He disappears.
Terry's POV: In the bottom right corner of his vision, something flashes, ONLINE. Then we hear Bruce's voice: "There you are."
Glitching noises. Terry comes back into focus. His joints freeze up, and he finds himself slipping from the beam. Silent at first, he plummets onto a steel chemical drum, denting the lid so badly that he falls in. It's empty. Groaning from pain and effort, Terry attempts to move. He can't.
Cut to the Batcave. Bruce is leaning on the dusty computer terminal, and he looks furious. "I knew it was only a matter of time before you activated the suit," he's saying coolly. "Did you think I would fail to install inhibitors?"
Back at the lab, the scattered puddles of Inque begin moving. They're converging again. She twists into a fifteen-foot-tall monstrosity, turning this way and that until she notices the damaged drum.
In the Batcave, Bruce can see everything Terry is seeing, especially Inque's pale, round eye looming overhead. Recognition dawns and, for a moment, Bruce is in disbelief. Then he hurriedly hits a button. "Move!"
Terry leaps up as Inque surges down on him. With an automated noise, batarangs slip from his wrist gauntlets and into his hands. He slashes wildly, fighting his way through Inque, out of the bin, across the lab. One of her limbs grabs a hold of him. He activates the rocket boots again, and we hear a scream as the blast vaporizes a piece of her. Terry slams into the wall.
In the windowed corridor above, an employee looks down at the scene, panics, and pulls a fire alarm.
Flashing lights. Blaring noise. Inque is already in a frenzy, turning to go, when the sprinklers come on. We hear a frightened cry as she slips into an air duct and disappears.
Terry breathes heavily, leaning against the wall, as the sprinklers soak him.
Through the radio, Bruce asks, "Why are you in a Wayne-Powers building?"
We hear the sound of an automated door. Pan over to armed and armored guards. Pan back to Terry slipping through another doorway.
He sets off a locking system that would make any bank jealous. As he charges down the hallway, he says, "Just get me out of here and I'll give you your suit back!"
Bruce doesn't answer. Terry rounds a corner and meets a guard with an automatic rifle. A few shots graze the suit. As he blindly throws himself over a walkway, he blindly throws some batarangs. They don't do much.
Terry crushes a few plants and scrambles to hide amongst others. He appears to be in a greenhouse. Looking up, however, he sees there is no skylight ceiling, only sunlamps.
Bruce speaks. "All right, kid. Get to a window. Once you enter free-fall, the cape should automatically form a glider—"
Terry hisses, as quietly as he can through the pain, "I'm not wearing the cape!" No answer. "Wayne?"
He can hear the guards talking. He activates camouflage again. We can barely see a ripple as he crouches low. Terry's POV. There are a few guards nearby. In the bottom-left corner of his visor, we see the warning: BATTERY LOW.
We see a ripple as Terry turns to retreat deeper into the plants. He appears in flickers as the camouflage fails. We hear the echoing voice of a guard: "Hey, what's that?"
Inque surges out of a ventilation shaft. She knocks one man over, picking another up and smashing him against the wall. As she stretches across the room, the other guards fire at her, but her body more or less absorbs the blasts. Still, she's clearly uncomfortable, twisting and morphing to avoid them until she can slip under a door.
"What was that?" a guard cries.
Another is opening the automated door. "Just kill it!"
On the other end of the room, Terry is sneaking toward a different exit. A straggler guard sees him and fires. Some of the shots glance across Terry's torso, and he falls, wounded. The guard comes closer, shouting, "I got one!"
He peers down at Terry. "It looks like a Batman copycat—"
Terry springs up, grabbing the gun and punching the guard with more than the necessary force. He's fighting like the street kid he is, ruthlessly, gracelessly. As the guard collapses and Terry retreats into a hallway with the gun, we hear Bruce's incensed voice: "Stop what you're doing!"
A thundering blast. We see fire and smoke erupting in the greenhouse. Again, the sprinklers come on. Terry comes closer to see something outside has made a hole in the wall. It advances through the mist: the new Batmobile, a glistening black hovercar.
Bruce speaks tersely. "Drop the gun and get in."
After hesitating a moment, Terry drops the gun. The Batmobile hatch slides back. He charges forward and jumps into the cockpit. "How do I fly this thing?" he asks as the hatch closes.
"You've done enough," Bruce growls.
Automated restraints adjust tightly around Terry's wounded torso, and he grunts in pain.
A shot from outside the Batmobile as the guards fire on it. The shots have little effect as the Batmobile rises into the air, spins around, and exits through the hole in the wall.
The car races over the city, dodging obstacles and making sharp turns with calculated accuracy. It's only moments before a few flying police cars give chase.
"They're playing my theme song," Terry snarls.
Silence from Bruce. The Batmobile shoots into a parking garage. It races through level after level, the G-force pinning Terry to one side of the cockpit.
"Thought you were going to give me up," Terry says.
"Those aren't police," Bruce replies. "They're on Derek Powers' payroll."
Trying to predict where the Batmobile will be next, the police cars head for the bottom level of the parking garage. The Batmobile pulls a 180 and darts back the way it came.
"This won't stop them for long!" Terry says.
Again, silence from Bruce. Through the windshield, Terry watches the city rush under him. They're headed for the coast. The Batmobile starts a nosedive.
"Wayne!"
The Batmobile crashes into the ocean. It's moments before the lights disappear under the dark water. The police cars in pursuit are still flying over the distant shore.