All Terry knew was that he—as Bruce's assistant— had to attend a gala with the older man. A vintage suit for his liking and and expensive watch; it wasn't even digital!

He parked the car, greeted the rich people around and stayed with Bruce's side, he knew people were probably gossiping about him and how Bruce could have hired someone like him. Did this people really didn't have anything else to do with their lives? Miserable.

Only a few gentle and kind people greeted him personally and even praised how good his suit looked on him. Bruce had chose it for him, of course, expensive and exquisite taste as always. Some elder people even commented on how the suit reminded them of Bruce himself.

Yup lovely people.

He would scan the crowd from time to time, remembering faces and names, taking mental notes on everything, who had attended, the couples, their fortune and any comments about illegal actions in their powerful empires. He had to keep an eye open as Batman, right?

It was his first time in such a huge gala, he was nervous and didn't want to embarrass himself nor Bruce, so he just stayed by the side, letting everything go smoothly. Until... It didn't.

A sudden villain had appeared at the gala claiming to be looking for Bruce Wayne and as soon as their eyes fell on Terry, they grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, handcuffing him. Terry could have done something, kick him, run, make a scene maybe, but he had been so occupied trying to figure how not to embarrass him and his employer in such situation.

The villain seemed please to have caught 'Bruce Wayne' and took the teenager with him. Barely 18 when he was pulled into some kind of strange portal.

"TERRY!!" Bruce had called his weary and tired blue eyes widening with something Terry had never seen before... Fear. Actual fear.

Everything was spinning around him, it made him nauseous... He felt like throwing up, between being awake and passing out.

He tried to look around, he was back in the gala it seemed... But police sirena could be heard, a fighting was happening and... He was being held? How strange, he could catch glimpses of a red helmet and some guys with dominos.

—I think I might throw up... No... I will throw up—

After that, everything went black for him. When he woke up he was on a bed too big for him, a big room, silk sheets and comfortable clothes that were not his. It seemed like a room of the manor, maybe Bruce took him back after the accident? Probably, but this was not the usual room where he usually stayed late at night when he was too tired to go back home. How strange.

He slowly stood up as he rubbed his eyes, it was such a blur... Everything was a blur, but the light that crept through the curtains told him it was morning already, well... Noon probably.

—What even happened? God... I need to find Bruce— he thought to himself as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway... Wait... Was it clean? Bruce was an old man that didn't do more than his basic needs, clean enough to not get sick or hears someone complain and while Terry sometimes helped him, the manor was a huge place, of course dust was in most places.

He started to walk down the hall with a raised eyebrow, he was starting to suspect something was wrong. Down the hall in one of the living rooms he could hear chatter, stranger, at least for him. He opened the door and peeked inside.

In there were Alfred, Dick, Jason, Cassandra, Damian and Titus the dog. They all turned to Terry, their conversation stopping.

Terry's eyes widened before he quickly shut the door and stepped back. Who were this people?! He slowly stepped back before starting to run only to see how, Tim and Steph walked down the hall to him, their eyes widening at the sight of him.

McGinnis quickly turned on his heels and ran the other way as they all started following him, trying to catch up.

"Bruce wait!" The one with the superman shirt called as he ran. Terry quickly ran until losing them and locking himself in a room.

Wait... Did he call him Bruce?!