Dated March 19, 2012

[beyondthesuit]

A few hours in and he has to adapt. Healing and dressed like a normal citizen of the island, Terry's world starts spinning itself into some kind of order. He folds up his Batsuit in a knapsack from the clothes box and keeps it on his person, but doesn't wear it. He starts crafting stories in his head, like he used to tell his mom when he came home with bangs and bruises that couldn't be hidden under clothing.

A few hours in and Terry McGinnis is on the island. Batman's brief appearance remains only with the first few who saw him.

Only one obstacle remains and it lives next door to Cass and Steph and, for now, him too. As he sits on the warm ground, trying to figure out what to do and what it all means, his eyes keep drifting toward the other hut. Bruce isn't home now, but if he's anything like the Bruce that Terry knows, eventually he'll come back to his cave. And when that time comes...

Well. Terry's not actually sure what comes after that. Hi. So you don't know me yet. But when you're old and there are no Robins or Batgirls. You get me. How's it going? I'm Terry.

Yeah, that'll go well.

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[crusaded]

No matter what else happens, if there is one thing I can trust the kids with, it's coming to me with news. Perhaps if there was only one of them on the island— only Stephanie, only Damian, only Jason— then news would take longer to return to me, but between the four of them on the island, it's usually an abundance of news that I get by the day, never less. I know, before I return to the house that day, that there is another person on the island I should be concerned about, a young man proclaiming himself to be Batman. I keep close enough of an eye on the island population that I know the name that he goes by as a civilian.

I also know that I have no intention of trusting him from step one.

When it comes time to face the issue, it's on my own terms. I expect to see Terry as I saunter back that day from the Winchester, a straw basket with the day's leftovers in hand, and a few weapons in my pockets. The sort one wouldn't expect to find on an island like this, and enough to knock the guy out if I need.

"Need something?" I ask, stepping into view and seeing the way the young man's eyes are fixed on the house.