Hmmm. I wonder what's going on over here?
Bitterness settled down in Bruce's old bones.
He hated how he just stood there, being able to do nothing while Terry was taken away.
For a brief moment he was eighteen again.
It was like looking into a mirror.
But instead of him being kidnaped on his eighteenth birthday he was watching his-
No. Stop that train of thought.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
It was a few hours after Terry's kidnapping, and the police were still questioning everyone. He already gave his report to Barbara. She made note how similar it was to what happened to Bruce.
He ignored her pointed stare.
Bruce was not ignorant of what people thought of him and Terry. Especially the older generation. The ones who remembered what Bruce looked like.
They can theorize all they want.
He just doesn't know how long it'll be before their whispers manage to reach Terry's ears.
Staring out of one of the many windows peppering the hall, he couldn't help but think of what he was going to tell Mary McGinnis. The police had more than likely already called her, but he was still Terrence's employer. He was responsible for the young man.
A flicker of movement at the edge of his eye.
Bruce turned towards it.
Blue eyes narrowing, Batman made his way over.
There was a person looking around. Confused.
It was a young man who looked awfully familiar. But Bruce knew. This young man was far from his home.
As was Terry McGinnis was.