I thought it was a great idea to take Terry out to a Chinese restaurant. We hadn't gone on a date in three months, so maybe it would be good for both of us. Besides, people weren't bothering us, so they wouldn't bother us there, right?

As we boarded the train, I took money out of my pocket to show Terry I would pay the bill for it myself. He just shrugged, which meant he was okay with it. Neither of us talked through out the entire ride.

When we got into the restaurant in downtown, I ordered dim sum for both of us. While our waitress was getting our order, I could see a camera crew near the kitchen.

"What's up with that?" I asked, pointing to them. Terry didn't say anything. He hoped what I did: That they weren't reporters.

"When's our food coming?" he asked, staring impatiently and wanting to change the subject.

"Should be about fifteen minutes." I tilted my head and smiled. Dad didn't have as much as a problem as he used to with Terry. Bot since he found out about Batman. It was only then that he decided to give Terry a chance.

"Let's talk."

Terry smiled eagerly as our waitress brought dim sum to our table. His mom said she hadn't seen a smile from him in a while. To be honest, I hadn't either. It felt a little bit better knowing that he was happy for once, even it was just a second. He deserved to be happy.

"Do you like it?" I asked, taking a bite.

"Are you kidding?" He looked up, with a little bit of dim sum sticking out. "I love it!"

I smiled at him and took another bite. "I'm glad you do."

"Who de we have here?"

Terry and I glanced up to see the face of Ian Peek.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"You ask me what I am doing here?" He chuckled. "Everyone wants to know what Batman is doing."

I could see Terry getting angry. We hadn't come here for the media to stalk us. We came here for a date.

"I'm very sure that's not your business," I said as I could see a crowd of people gathering behind him, smiling and curious. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see our waitress standing. I signaled her to come forward and pack our food into one of those take-out boxes. We had to get out of here before Terry could do anything serious. She nodded and ran to the kitchen.

I took Terry's arm and dragged him through the crowd or people, some of which were picketing us. We managed to get outside of the restaurant. I could see our waitress with our take-out box coming toward us.

"She's going to give us our food, right?" Terry asked hopefully. "She's going to give us our food and not bother us, right?" The waitress came out and handed our box to us.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't be bothered by them," she said. Terry's eyes widened in surprise.

"You mean it?"

She nodded. "Yes."