Terry sat on a rooftop of a building as he looked over the city. Even though he was craving a cigarette, he trained himself not to move nervously while wearing the suit. That could possibly someday give up his identity. Smoking was something that he quit months ago. Or so he had hoped. There was a lot that Terry didn't want Bruce to know about his past, but smoking wasn't a big deal. Not to him.

On second thought, Bruce could potentially kill him for it.

Bruce taught him a lot. One of those things is that in the suit, everything would have to be different. Terry would have to learn how to be left-handed instead of right. To stand up taller and to be a lot faster. His voice had to change, as well as his body language. The young man knew how to be quick on his feet, but this time, he actually had to be.

The unforgiving chill of the wind could be felt through the high powered suit. Terry shuddered lightly. Through his high-powered binoculars, he watched the women in their skimpy outfits walk up and down the streets. They were obviously looking for customers. Even from a distance, he could see the jaded look in their eyes. Terry had seen a few male prostitutes in the area before. They were a little more discreet about things. A few of them were people he had seen at school on a regular basis. Terry even seen a few he recognized at Wayne-Powers charity benefits. Some of them were there as dates, and others were apart of other successful companies in Gotham. He had never said a word about it to Bruce.

Gotham City was more lenient about prostitution. To turn in someone for prostitution wasn't going to make anything happen at all. If anything, that person wouldn't even get a slap on the wrist. The Gotham Police Department had more "important" matters to deal with. It was very frustrating to Terry. There was nothing that he could do about it except protect those men and women who were hustling on the streets. Some of these people had other mouths to feed. Others, he had no clue of why they did those things.

Part of Terry was wired and the other part of him wanted to sleep for three years. On average, he only got about four hours of sleep daily. Four and a half on weekends. Even sleeping on the bus was a luxury to him. Terry rarely slept at home. He did most of his sleeping in classes and in the Manor. Most of the time, he didn't ask for Bruce's permission. He'd find a bed and fall asleep within seconds.

At least his nightmares have ceased when he did so. For some reason, he never had one when he was sleeping in Bruce's room.

He was in the much older parts of Gotham City. It was mostly run down and the only people who seemed to live there were those who were homeless. Most of the prostitutes moved their business here since police rarely came here. He was mostly here during the beginning of his teen years. Breaking windows and spray painting the side of buildings was his usual thing. That was only a part of what he did in those days.

Terry had to protect all parts of Gotham now.

There were things that he did that he was definitely not proud of. Many things that he regretted doing. Everybody had those. There were many times he did certain things to get money for his family. But Terry made sure that he wouldn't turn back to his old ways. Along the way, he had lost a friend. Charlie Bigelow had always looked out for him. A big part of Terry felt responsible for what Charlie was. A lot of it didn't even have to do with the chemical spill. He just wished that he could have done something sooner.

Terry loved Charlie, but he couldn't save him. He had always felt guilty for what had happenned. Charlie wouldn't have took the fall for him if he didn't love Terry. He couldn't save his friend. Charlie was more to him than that, but Terry didn't dwell on thinking about that too much.

Hopefully, that wasn't something he'd have to go through again. He didn't have too many people that he could call true friends. It was a pretty rare thing. The only people who *really* knew his big secret was Bruce and Max, but it killed him inside not to tell anyone. It was important to keep it that way.

Of course he wanted to have a normal social life. To be able to go out on Friday nights without his cellphone ringing would be a big joy to him. His relationship with Dana was on the rocks. It seemed to be rocky from the start. Bruce once told him that such relationships in crimefighting were destined to end soon. Maybe Bruce was right. He often thought that the older man was out of his mind, but Terry knew that he made sense.

He could never be like Bruce. A part of him wanted to. Terry had drive, but he often wished that he had Bruce's self-discipline. His skill. He'd even borrow Bruce's brain if he could. The older man was always ten feet ahead of him, regardless of what the situation was. It did sort of make Terry jealous. Even a little angry at times. Terry often wondered if Bruce was jealous of him at all. A part of him had actually hoped so.

Barbara had tried her best to talk Terry out of being Batman. She often told him that she thinks Bruce was having a strong influence over people. Terry shrugged it off. He was his own man and although Bruce was his mentor and what he said *usually* went, Terry made sure that both Bruce and Barbara knew that Terry was different. Him and Bruce were two different people, regardless of their similarities.

Terry refused to just disappear. Even though he complained about it at times, being Batman was a 24/7 job with no benefits. Bruce had given him every opportunity to leave. Terry was just too damn stubborn to do so. Not to mention he wasn't planning on leaving Bruce to be alone. Hell, *someone* needed to be watching the old man at all times. Bruce may have bullied him sometimes, but Terry never intended on leaving Bruce to be by himself.

Bruce must have been in that Manor for years. Only him and Ace. He must really love that mutt. Terry often wondered what it would have been like if he'd never broke in and stolen that suit. Terry shook off the thought. He had to deal with what was going on right now in his life.

What was going on in Gotham.