the digital watch built into the wrist states five-thirty in the morning. soon after the long stare, he drops his head back to bump the brick wall. these graveyard shifts are becoming a nuisance. the coast is clear in all sector yet one and even then he found only minute crimes that could easily put down. terry craves for a real fight, something to get his blood running and his heart pounding. alas, there’s no blood running or quickened heart rate. in fact his vitals seem relative normal.
“Maybe Commissioner Gordon is right, there’s always a time and place for the Batman.”
terry hates to admit that she’s right. much like bruce, he didn’t care for her warnings and arrest threats; although she has a point. terry only figured he would live long like the old man. for the batman was apart of him as it is to bruce, tearing away from it would be like ripping a limb off.
“Stick to it,” he mutters to himself.
there’s always hope for the wicked--
suddenly, batman pivots quickly to face the left side. he feels someone watching him like prey. his eyes dilate, his heart picks up pace and he could feel the blood coursing through his body. he comes to find that an empty space.
“Get it together.”
