My first story ever put up on the net! I'm so excited! This is my first
Batman Beyond 'fic, featuring Terry's problems growing as he starts meeting
things that are quite un-normal. Please R&R!
Dealing With Immortals
By: Kichara
A/N: Hey, everyone! This is my very first fanfic to post on
fanfiction.net, although I've actually been writing for 3 years. I'm
finally going to get something on the 'Net! Go fanfiction.net! So anyway,
please please, PLEASE review, for good or bad. It's all welcome, thank you.
Rated PG-13 for violence and language.
"As one of the greatest pieces of all time...Mister McGinnis, are we boring
you?"
A sharp poke in his side made Terry sit up straight, blinking stupidly at
Ms. Martin, who pursed her lips at him.
"Uh, um, sorry." He blushed, rubbing the back of his head. Ms. Martin
wrinkled her nose, then went back to her notes.
"We'll be watching the movie based on the novel during the next two class
periods, and then having a test on it." The bell rang and if the teacher
had anything else to say, it was lost in the noise of students getting up,
talking and gathering their books, walking noisily out the door. Max
grabbed Terry's arm, snatching his notebook from the desk and pulled him out
of the classroom.
"Woah, woah, what's the rush?" He asked, shaking his head to try to wash
all the drowsiness from his brain.
"Ms. Martin had an evil look pinned on you, and if you were the last person
in there, you'd wind up being late for your next class, along with a
detention slip." Max explained smoothly, handing Terry his book and leading
him down the hall.
He yawned, then offered her a smile. "Thanks. And for waking me up, too."
"No problem. Rough night?"
"No kidding. I didn't get in until about 3."
Max winced sympathetically. "Ouch. That old man's gotta stop keeping you
up all night, you know that?"
"Tell me about it. Well, I guess it's not really his fault. Somebody's
gotta keep the crime down, and it's not like he can do it. He just shows me
the way to go."
They stopped at a fork in the hallway, and Max fixed his hair, which has
sticking up in the front with a smirk. "So what happened?"
He shrugged, continuing somewhat nonchalantly. "Oh, nothing too big: two
robberies, five muggings, and I had to stop a gang of Jokers from trashing a
building."
"Same old, same old, huh? Are you going to meet me and Dana after school to
see the game?"
Terry winced. "No, sorry. I've gotta do homework, then head over to
Wayne's."
"I though that was supposed to be a night sort of thing."
He smirked, bending down to whisper, "Batman's a 24-hours a day, 7 days a
week, and 365 days a year sort of job."
"Geez, with those hours, you outta be one of those guys running a big
company like Microsoft."
"Nah, those computer geeks have got it easy." He remarked, standing up
straight and stuffing his hands in his pockets, notebook tucked in his
elbow.
"Well, at least you're a hell of a lot more fashionable when it comes to
work attire, right?" She slapped Terry's shoulder, sending him a saucy
wink.
The warning bell rang and he shrugged, "And that makes up for everything."
He turned, looking over his shoulder at her, "I'll call you tonight."
"Alright. See you later!" Max turned as well, heading in the opposite
direction towards her last class.
Terry broke into a light jog, not wanting to be late and made it to his seat
just as the bell rang. Dana, who had been saving the seat for him, smiled.
"Just made it again, I see. What kept you? "Nothing, just talking to Max."
Dana bit her lip, but didn't say anything else, as the teacher, Mr. Camp,
had stepped up to the podium and was clearing his throat. "If you'll all
open up program A15 on your computers, you'll see our subject for today, the
Roman Empire."
Terry winced. History wasn't his best or favorite subject, and he glanced
up at the wall, prepared to count down the minutes on the clock. Dana
nudged his ankle, motioning with her head at his computer screen. On the
middle of it was a message from her, " are you going to watch the game after
school??"
With a quick glance at Mr. Camp, who was lecturing at his podium, fully in
his element. Even though Terry didn't enjoy the subject all that much, he
had to have a certain amount of respect for the man, not that many teachers
got into their subject that much these days. Looking back at his computer,
he quickly typed, "no sorry. gotta go to work."
Dana didn't respond, except to close off the link and sit back in her class,
sticking out her lip in an almost child-like pout.
The class went by faster than Terry had thought it would have, and before he
knew it, the bell had rung and Mr. Camp was calling out their homework
assignments. Terry and Dana walked out together, not saying anything. As
they walked down the hall, Terry bit his lip thoughtfully, feeling that
there was something he should say, but unsure of what it was exactly. As
they reached the school's front doors, he saw Max waiting out front. He
stopped Dana, kissing her and then walking off. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Max walked up. "Hey girl, ready for the game?"
Dana shrugged. "I guess so. Who're we playing again?"
"The Panthers."
"Sounds ominous." Her lips curved in a little smile.
"Hey, you okay?" Max asked, stopping by the school's fountain.
Dana sat down, brushing back a piece of hair from her face. "I guess so. I
was just hoping that Terry would be going with us."
Max sat down next to her. "Well, I guess that's how things are when you've
got work, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." A wind whipped up, and Dana wrapped her arms around
herself, wishing she had worn a jacket today. If Terry had been there, he
would have given her his.
"It's getting cold earlier this year than usual, huh?" Max asked, standing
up and stuffing her hands in her pockets.
"Yeah." Dana stood up, arms still wrapped around her, jealous of Max's more
practical outfit.
"Well, c'mon, let's head over to the stadium before you freeze, alright
girl?"
Dana's smile was more genuine this time. "Alright, let's go."
* * *
"Hey, anyone home?" Terry tucked his keys back into his pocket, listening
for someone as he shut the door. Upon being met with silence, he shrugged,
sighing as he headed for the kitchen. As he went to get something from the
fridge, a note taped to the outside caught his attention, "Terry- I had to
go take your brother to his friend's soccer game. Make yourself dinner,
I'll see you later. -Mom"
"Well, I hope to see you too." Terry remarked to the note as he opened the
refridgerater. While making a sandwich, he tried to remember the last time
he'd spent more than 10 minutes with his mother. He winced as he realized
it'd been at least a couple of weeks. The schedule was pretty much the same
for both their lives, Terry would get in sometime between two and three in
the morning, get a couple of hours sleep, wake up and groggily move through
the house, see his mother as she left for work, go to school, come home and
then usually go over to the Wayne Estate, for lots of fun crime fighting.
On the weekends, he would usually try to spend his free time with Dana.
Grabbing his laptop off of the kitchen counter, Terry opened it up and
turned it on. As the machine booted up, he put away the sandwich stuff and
sat down at the table to eat. After doing his homework, which had been
e-mailed to him, he sat back and stretched, saving his work and shutting off
the computer.
Making sure the house was locked up, Terry headed back out, locking the door
behind him. He rode the subway over to Wayne Estate, quiet the whole way.
As he walked up the long driveway, a bitter wind whipped up, making him wake
up from his reverie. 'Man, it's getting cold. I thought it'd stay warm at
least till the end of the month.' He thought to himself, tugging his jacket
closer around himself. A loud barking made him hurry up to the gate, where
Bruce's dog was waiting. "Hey mutt, "He said affectionately, rubbing the
dog behind his ears, then letting the animal lead him inside.
Bruce was the computer, as always, looking intently up at the screen as
Terry came in. "Y'know, I've come to a startling revelation." The young man
said, making Bruce unglue his eyes from the big screen to look at him, hands
locked under chin.
"You're using big words. Must be important." He commented.
Terry wrinkled up his nose. "Ha ha. I was just thinking that people trying
out for the super hero business should really wait until they're past high
school. Makes things a lot less complicated."
"Life is still complicated, even more so after then. You're having problems
again? With what?"
Terry sighed, sitting up on the long table in the room. " All sorts of
stuff. School, Dana, Mom. Not to mention that whole lack of sleep thing."
Bruce turned the chair back again, once again studying the screen as he gave
his answer. "Can't say I can help you out all that much. Let's just hope
it'll be a peaceful night."
"Yeah right. You and I both." Terry took off his shirt, going to change
into the batsuit.
* * *
"So who won the game?" Terry asked.
Max, on the other line, answered. "They did. Sucks, but what are you gonna
do?"
"Got me. Was Dana okay with me not being there?" He was inside the Bat
Plane, roaming over the city, an eye kept out for crimes as he talked to Max
over the com.
"Yeah, actually. She looks sort of upset at first, but I think she's okay."
He sighed, looping around a tall industrial building as he did. "Hopefully,
I'll get to hang out with her this weekend. Is anything good playing now?"
"Ummm, there's that martial arts flick, Dragon Child, and a new romance out
called Forever More." Max said, idly picking lint off of the couch.
"Dragon Child?"
"Don't even think about it buddy. You wanna take Dana out, your best choice
is the love story."
"Ugh, chick flick." Under the mask, Terry grimaced.
"That's how dates go. Maybe she'll take you to see the more violent thing
next week, provided you give her a good time this time."
"Sounds good." A quick motion below caught his eye, and Terry cut off
whatever his friend was about to say. "Max, something's up. I'll talk to
you later, alright?" With that, he opened the plane's lower hatch, gliding
down to see what was happening in the alley below.
"Stop it! Leave me alone!" A slender woman, about in her thirties, plain
with short brown hair and glasses, was clutching her purse to her chest and
backing away from a hulking figure.
The figure, a bulky and over-muscled thug, smirked he trapped her against
the wall. "Sorry, lady. Just hand over the bag." She shrunk against the
wall, terrified, and as he grabbed the front of her shirt, a cruel grin
twisting his features. Her next scream was cut short, as Batman suddenly
appeared, ramming into the man as he fell from above them. The thug
grunted, falling back to the other side of the wall and slamming into the
opposite wall of the alley. Batman caught the shaking woman before she fell
onto the concrete. Setting her up straight, he commanded, "Go on, run. Get
the police." in a deep voice.
Her face was grateful, and she hurried to obey his wishes, hurrying out of
the darkened alley. Batman turned to the other man, who had regained his
footing and was regarding the other with an ugly snarl on his face. "You
son of a bitch, I'm gonna kick your ass!" He threw himself at the other,
but the hero was agile, his slender figure easily dodging out of the way.
As he jumped from the path of the fist, he threw a well-aimed punch of his
own. It hit the thug squarely between the eyes, and with a groan, the huge
figure slumped to the ground, knocked out. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs,
Terry secured the other, going to deposit him to the police, whom he could
hear now, the sirens blaring.
As he stepped out into the streets, two blue police cars drove up, and
several figures in uniform emerged from them. The handcuffed man was handed
over without a word, and Batman was quick to retreat back into the alley,
watching as the two vehicles left. "Easy stuff." He remarked to himself,
making a mental note to check what time it was when he got back in the Bat
plane. Walking through the darkened alley, he pressed a button on his suit
that called his mode of transportation back to him. While doing so, his
feet scuffled along something on the dirty floor of the passageway, almost
tripping him.
Looking down, startled, he was surprised to see the form of a large animal.
"What the hell?" Squatting down, Batman saw it was a mutt of some kind,
huge and looking to be a mix between a German Shepherd, golden retriever,
and something else and was apparently dead. Even through the mask, he could
spell its rotting stench, although it didn't look all that old. Blood
matted the thick yellow and brown fur, and the poor animal's eyes were
glazed, it's tongue lolling out of its mouth onto the pavement. The body
looked dehydrated, which Terry thought was really strange, since there
really wasn't a lack of water in the city available for strays, it being a
rainy time of the year.
"Shit, this is weird." He scowled, not sure of what to do. The roar of the
Bat plane overhead snapped him out of his reverie and he stood up, not
wanting to touch the obviously diseased animal. Flying up, he climbed in
through the hatch, which closed after he got inside. Checking the clock,
which read 2:14AM, he decided it was late enough to call it a night
(morning), and headed back to Wayne Manor, one eye kept open for crimes
along the way.
* * *
Well, that's the end of Chapter 1, I'm so proud! Please review and tell me
what you think. Thanks again! A little note: Ms. Martin is actually one of
my teachers, a woman devoid of all teaching skills and only shows us the
movies based on the books, and then gives us the tests based on the books,
somehow expecting us to know what we're doing when we take these tests. .
Batman Beyond 'fic, featuring Terry's problems growing as he starts meeting
things that are quite un-normal. Please R&R!
Dealing With Immortals
By: Kichara
A/N: Hey, everyone! This is my very first fanfic to post on
fanfiction.net, although I've actually been writing for 3 years. I'm
finally going to get something on the 'Net! Go fanfiction.net! So anyway,
please please, PLEASE review, for good or bad. It's all welcome, thank you.
Rated PG-13 for violence and language.
"As one of the greatest pieces of all time...Mister McGinnis, are we boring
you?"
A sharp poke in his side made Terry sit up straight, blinking stupidly at
Ms. Martin, who pursed her lips at him.
"Uh, um, sorry." He blushed, rubbing the back of his head. Ms. Martin
wrinkled her nose, then went back to her notes.
"We'll be watching the movie based on the novel during the next two class
periods, and then having a test on it." The bell rang and if the teacher
had anything else to say, it was lost in the noise of students getting up,
talking and gathering their books, walking noisily out the door. Max
grabbed Terry's arm, snatching his notebook from the desk and pulled him out
of the classroom.
"Woah, woah, what's the rush?" He asked, shaking his head to try to wash
all the drowsiness from his brain.
"Ms. Martin had an evil look pinned on you, and if you were the last person
in there, you'd wind up being late for your next class, along with a
detention slip." Max explained smoothly, handing Terry his book and leading
him down the hall.
He yawned, then offered her a smile. "Thanks. And for waking me up, too."
"No problem. Rough night?"
"No kidding. I didn't get in until about 3."
Max winced sympathetically. "Ouch. That old man's gotta stop keeping you
up all night, you know that?"
"Tell me about it. Well, I guess it's not really his fault. Somebody's
gotta keep the crime down, and it's not like he can do it. He just shows me
the way to go."
They stopped at a fork in the hallway, and Max fixed his hair, which has
sticking up in the front with a smirk. "So what happened?"
He shrugged, continuing somewhat nonchalantly. "Oh, nothing too big: two
robberies, five muggings, and I had to stop a gang of Jokers from trashing a
building."
"Same old, same old, huh? Are you going to meet me and Dana after school to
see the game?"
Terry winced. "No, sorry. I've gotta do homework, then head over to
Wayne's."
"I though that was supposed to be a night sort of thing."
He smirked, bending down to whisper, "Batman's a 24-hours a day, 7 days a
week, and 365 days a year sort of job."
"Geez, with those hours, you outta be one of those guys running a big
company like Microsoft."
"Nah, those computer geeks have got it easy." He remarked, standing up
straight and stuffing his hands in his pockets, notebook tucked in his
elbow.
"Well, at least you're a hell of a lot more fashionable when it comes to
work attire, right?" She slapped Terry's shoulder, sending him a saucy
wink.
The warning bell rang and he shrugged, "And that makes up for everything."
He turned, looking over his shoulder at her, "I'll call you tonight."
"Alright. See you later!" Max turned as well, heading in the opposite
direction towards her last class.
Terry broke into a light jog, not wanting to be late and made it to his seat
just as the bell rang. Dana, who had been saving the seat for him, smiled.
"Just made it again, I see. What kept you? "Nothing, just talking to Max."
Dana bit her lip, but didn't say anything else, as the teacher, Mr. Camp,
had stepped up to the podium and was clearing his throat. "If you'll all
open up program A15 on your computers, you'll see our subject for today, the
Roman Empire."
Terry winced. History wasn't his best or favorite subject, and he glanced
up at the wall, prepared to count down the minutes on the clock. Dana
nudged his ankle, motioning with her head at his computer screen. On the
middle of it was a message from her, " are you going to watch the game after
school??"
With a quick glance at Mr. Camp, who was lecturing at his podium, fully in
his element. Even though Terry didn't enjoy the subject all that much, he
had to have a certain amount of respect for the man, not that many teachers
got into their subject that much these days. Looking back at his computer,
he quickly typed, "no sorry. gotta go to work."
Dana didn't respond, except to close off the link and sit back in her class,
sticking out her lip in an almost child-like pout.
The class went by faster than Terry had thought it would have, and before he
knew it, the bell had rung and Mr. Camp was calling out their homework
assignments. Terry and Dana walked out together, not saying anything. As
they walked down the hall, Terry bit his lip thoughtfully, feeling that
there was something he should say, but unsure of what it was exactly. As
they reached the school's front doors, he saw Max waiting out front. He
stopped Dana, kissing her and then walking off. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Max walked up. "Hey girl, ready for the game?"
Dana shrugged. "I guess so. Who're we playing again?"
"The Panthers."
"Sounds ominous." Her lips curved in a little smile.
"Hey, you okay?" Max asked, stopping by the school's fountain.
Dana sat down, brushing back a piece of hair from her face. "I guess so. I
was just hoping that Terry would be going with us."
Max sat down next to her. "Well, I guess that's how things are when you've
got work, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." A wind whipped up, and Dana wrapped her arms around
herself, wishing she had worn a jacket today. If Terry had been there, he
would have given her his.
"It's getting cold earlier this year than usual, huh?" Max asked, standing
up and stuffing her hands in her pockets.
"Yeah." Dana stood up, arms still wrapped around her, jealous of Max's more
practical outfit.
"Well, c'mon, let's head over to the stadium before you freeze, alright
girl?"
Dana's smile was more genuine this time. "Alright, let's go."
* * *
"Hey, anyone home?" Terry tucked his keys back into his pocket, listening
for someone as he shut the door. Upon being met with silence, he shrugged,
sighing as he headed for the kitchen. As he went to get something from the
fridge, a note taped to the outside caught his attention, "Terry- I had to
go take your brother to his friend's soccer game. Make yourself dinner,
I'll see you later. -Mom"
"Well, I hope to see you too." Terry remarked to the note as he opened the
refridgerater. While making a sandwich, he tried to remember the last time
he'd spent more than 10 minutes with his mother. He winced as he realized
it'd been at least a couple of weeks. The schedule was pretty much the same
for both their lives, Terry would get in sometime between two and three in
the morning, get a couple of hours sleep, wake up and groggily move through
the house, see his mother as she left for work, go to school, come home and
then usually go over to the Wayne Estate, for lots of fun crime fighting.
On the weekends, he would usually try to spend his free time with Dana.
Grabbing his laptop off of the kitchen counter, Terry opened it up and
turned it on. As the machine booted up, he put away the sandwich stuff and
sat down at the table to eat. After doing his homework, which had been
e-mailed to him, he sat back and stretched, saving his work and shutting off
the computer.
Making sure the house was locked up, Terry headed back out, locking the door
behind him. He rode the subway over to Wayne Estate, quiet the whole way.
As he walked up the long driveway, a bitter wind whipped up, making him wake
up from his reverie. 'Man, it's getting cold. I thought it'd stay warm at
least till the end of the month.' He thought to himself, tugging his jacket
closer around himself. A loud barking made him hurry up to the gate, where
Bruce's dog was waiting. "Hey mutt, "He said affectionately, rubbing the
dog behind his ears, then letting the animal lead him inside.
Bruce was the computer, as always, looking intently up at the screen as
Terry came in. "Y'know, I've come to a startling revelation." The young man
said, making Bruce unglue his eyes from the big screen to look at him, hands
locked under chin.
"You're using big words. Must be important." He commented.
Terry wrinkled up his nose. "Ha ha. I was just thinking that people trying
out for the super hero business should really wait until they're past high
school. Makes things a lot less complicated."
"Life is still complicated, even more so after then. You're having problems
again? With what?"
Terry sighed, sitting up on the long table in the room. " All sorts of
stuff. School, Dana, Mom. Not to mention that whole lack of sleep thing."
Bruce turned the chair back again, once again studying the screen as he gave
his answer. "Can't say I can help you out all that much. Let's just hope
it'll be a peaceful night."
"Yeah right. You and I both." Terry took off his shirt, going to change
into the batsuit.
* * *
"So who won the game?" Terry asked.
Max, on the other line, answered. "They did. Sucks, but what are you gonna
do?"
"Got me. Was Dana okay with me not being there?" He was inside the Bat
Plane, roaming over the city, an eye kept out for crimes as he talked to Max
over the com.
"Yeah, actually. She looks sort of upset at first, but I think she's okay."
He sighed, looping around a tall industrial building as he did. "Hopefully,
I'll get to hang out with her this weekend. Is anything good playing now?"
"Ummm, there's that martial arts flick, Dragon Child, and a new romance out
called Forever More." Max said, idly picking lint off of the couch.
"Dragon Child?"
"Don't even think about it buddy. You wanna take Dana out, your best choice
is the love story."
"Ugh, chick flick." Under the mask, Terry grimaced.
"That's how dates go. Maybe she'll take you to see the more violent thing
next week, provided you give her a good time this time."
"Sounds good." A quick motion below caught his eye, and Terry cut off
whatever his friend was about to say. "Max, something's up. I'll talk to
you later, alright?" With that, he opened the plane's lower hatch, gliding
down to see what was happening in the alley below.
"Stop it! Leave me alone!" A slender woman, about in her thirties, plain
with short brown hair and glasses, was clutching her purse to her chest and
backing away from a hulking figure.
The figure, a bulky and over-muscled thug, smirked he trapped her against
the wall. "Sorry, lady. Just hand over the bag." She shrunk against the
wall, terrified, and as he grabbed the front of her shirt, a cruel grin
twisting his features. Her next scream was cut short, as Batman suddenly
appeared, ramming into the man as he fell from above them. The thug
grunted, falling back to the other side of the wall and slamming into the
opposite wall of the alley. Batman caught the shaking woman before she fell
onto the concrete. Setting her up straight, he commanded, "Go on, run. Get
the police." in a deep voice.
Her face was grateful, and she hurried to obey his wishes, hurrying out of
the darkened alley. Batman turned to the other man, who had regained his
footing and was regarding the other with an ugly snarl on his face. "You
son of a bitch, I'm gonna kick your ass!" He threw himself at the other,
but the hero was agile, his slender figure easily dodging out of the way.
As he jumped from the path of the fist, he threw a well-aimed punch of his
own. It hit the thug squarely between the eyes, and with a groan, the huge
figure slumped to the ground, knocked out. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs,
Terry secured the other, going to deposit him to the police, whom he could
hear now, the sirens blaring.
As he stepped out into the streets, two blue police cars drove up, and
several figures in uniform emerged from them. The handcuffed man was handed
over without a word, and Batman was quick to retreat back into the alley,
watching as the two vehicles left. "Easy stuff." He remarked to himself,
making a mental note to check what time it was when he got back in the Bat
plane. Walking through the darkened alley, he pressed a button on his suit
that called his mode of transportation back to him. While doing so, his
feet scuffled along something on the dirty floor of the passageway, almost
tripping him.
Looking down, startled, he was surprised to see the form of a large animal.
"What the hell?" Squatting down, Batman saw it was a mutt of some kind,
huge and looking to be a mix between a German Shepherd, golden retriever,
and something else and was apparently dead. Even through the mask, he could
spell its rotting stench, although it didn't look all that old. Blood
matted the thick yellow and brown fur, and the poor animal's eyes were
glazed, it's tongue lolling out of its mouth onto the pavement. The body
looked dehydrated, which Terry thought was really strange, since there
really wasn't a lack of water in the city available for strays, it being a
rainy time of the year.
"Shit, this is weird." He scowled, not sure of what to do. The roar of the
Bat plane overhead snapped him out of his reverie and he stood up, not
wanting to touch the obviously diseased animal. Flying up, he climbed in
through the hatch, which closed after he got inside. Checking the clock,
which read 2:14AM, he decided it was late enough to call it a night
(morning), and headed back to Wayne Manor, one eye kept open for crimes
along the way.
* * *
Well, that's the end of Chapter 1, I'm so proud! Please review and tell me
what you think. Thanks again! A little note: Ms. Martin is actually one of
my teachers, a woman devoid of all teaching skills and only shows us the
movies based on the books, and then gives us the tests based on the books,
somehow expecting us to know what we're doing when we take these tests. .