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Terry tensed at the word 'Joker', but listened to the rest of Warp's explanation instead of running back out to kill a clown. Quite a feat of will, he thought. His teeth were, however, gritted rather tightly. He was NINE YEARS OLD because of that IDIOT! "No, you don't," he said when he was sure that he could talk without spitting steam and shrieking like a possessed teapot, "You're not in any condition to fight; you'd just end up letting Joker finish the job. Alex and I will go... if you can... erm... fix us."

Warp blinked a moment.

"When you had your little spasms...you really lost controle of your powers. Lots of stuff, and people, were hit by them. My muscles feel like I should be about fifty. And he...well, should be much older." Alex explained.

Warp frowned. "Alright," he said, raising one hand towards Alex, his hand glowing blue. "How old are you supposed to be? he said to the boy.
Powers hit other people...? He really didn't want to know the damage he caused this time, but they didn't seem that upset about it, so he probably didn't kill anyone this time.

Mega Man was looking on, somewhat confused. As a robot, he never aged, so the whole concept of someone being able to manipulate this already-foreign phenomenon was a bit of a shock. "You mean, there's others out in the street just like you guys right now?" Yes, he NEEDED to get back out there. He needed to help.

Terry, who had turned away from the group as he aged, slipped his mask on once again. Turning back, he looked at Warp with raised eyebrows. "Just follow the sound of sirens, and you should get there just fine," he said dryly, then added, "But I guess Alex can show you. I need to change, anyway. You two go ahead, and I'll meet you at the Joker's hideout."

Terry grabbed his suit and started back up the stairs. The pajama bottoms were laughably small on him, and ripped in places. "I'll try to have the door open when you get there. Go out the same way we came in, Alex," he added pointedly.

{Exit to Gotham}

Stephanie watched confused on what was happening at the momment it happened but not saying anything. Once they had left she moved over to the computer. She hadn't been here since she usto sneek in. Guess things hadn't changed that much. She let her fingers touch the table as she looked to see if she could pick up any sign of Batman, the real one or Tim. She was sure that the bat boy wasn't Tim. She had seen pictures of Tim as a small child and he didn't look like that boy. She was sure. She needed to find something that would point her in the right direction for finding them. Then she heard a sound her natural instinct was the hide but instead she only turned to see who it was. She wasn't afraid here. Worst case he tranquilized her. Best case he was happy to see her. It was only in turning she saw the memorials on the one wall. She wanted to look at them more closely but figured it would be better to see who this was.

Stephanie watched him go and then sat down at the computer. She typed in her password and it almost shorted then connected finally. It asked for a DNA sample and she pulled a single blond hair from her head before putting back on her mask. She put it in the computer and started to search for information. She knew this would prove that she, or someone was using her to get on his computer. She thought it weird Terry wasn't more worried about her being in the batcave. She instead typed and stearched where Tim was, where batman was, and the evidence she found at the museum. She typed quickly and after finding all the information she downloaded it to a jump drive. As it loaded she moved to the cases. She had seen the one before. She let her fingers touch the glass. None were Tim so he must be okay. She even had one. She smiled at the costume then broke the glass. She took the costume and left a note saying. "Fallen but not silenced." She hoped they would figure out what that ment. She shoved the costume and the papers in her bag. She hid it again under her cape. She smiled as she left quietly. She was going to find out what that young bat was up to. He reminded her a lot of herself, a younger her. And she didn't want him to have to go through what she did. She didn't want him to have to be dead to all that he loved and trusted. She didn't want him to be beaten so badly that he couldn't even look at herself in the mirror for over a month.

[Exit to Underground Hideout]

{Enter Future Batman from Gotham}

Terry barely managed to land on something solid; his vision was sliding in and out like mad, and he felt... In any case, he did manage to land, even if he only held himself up by gripping onto a pillar. "Alfred?" It sounded like someone else's voice. It sounded... quiet. Uncertain... weak. "Al...fre..." He barely noticed as he lost his grip on the pillar and fell down. It seemed disconnected, like it was happening to someone else. Damn, he thought absently, Does this mean that Superman was right? I didn't think that dying was... a possibility, and the heat vision would have put me out for days...