"Batman, what's going on?" Bruce demanded to know. Batman had jumped back into the cockpit of his plane as he followed Stalker and Claire over the rooftops of Gothem. They were leading him somewhere, he wasn't sure anywhere, but he felt safer following in the plane.
"Claire is Stalker's daughter, and her mother is here somewhere in the city. She's been the one behind all the attacks."
"So where do you think you're going?"
"We need to get some place safe, she's going to be looking for us by now."
"You think you can trust Stalker? Come back to the bat cave, we'll find her from here."
"Sorry Bruce, I can't do that." Terry severed the com-link.
"Terry!" Bruce yelled at the dead signal, but it was no use. For a moment he debated flipping the switch. The one that would turn off the suit. But it was too dangerous. He didn't know where Terry was, taking away the suit could kill him. He was just going to have to trust him. And if he came back alive, then he would take away the suit. Terry could no longer be Batman. He realized that now. He had pushed the kid too far. He had become a true vigilante, not a protector of justice. Now he hunted for the sheer thrill. He had hurt "innocent" people. Batman would never do that. A true Batman never would be able to do that.
Bruce sighed, Ace came to him and laid his head on his lap and looked up at him with his big dark eyes, and whined softly. "You still believe he'll come back don't you?" Bruce scratched his companion behind the ears. "Well… maybe he will…"
Would he come back? Would he come back alive?