You're Terry McGinnis Wayne, Bruce Wayne, AKA: Batman's son. You've taken the mantle as Batman. Bruce is too old to be Batman. Bruce is kind of like your navigation and assistance on the field. You live in the year 2030 (I know it's 2019. It just doesn't make sense). You're dating Dana Tan. You aren't as well-known as the old man, yet. You live with your mom, Mary. And your little brother, Matt. The real Joker died, and the replacement is a brainwashed Dick Grayson. Harley Quinn is old and has two daughters who are the new Harleys. Bane is old. His producer for Venom is the new Bane. You abide by Bruce's no killing rule. You're being trained by Nightwing. Your Bat-suit is the most advanced, technological, strongest Bruce has ever had. Bruce gave the suit to you, well not really, you stole it the first time. You keep your suit on, under your clothes. You're still in high school in your senior year. Nobody but Dana and Bruce know your Batman. You're as strong, intelligent, fast, and skilled as Bruce. You're as good a detective, if not better than Bruce. There are new villains, some of which come from your school. Old villains are still around and influential. You have the highest tech gadgets and tools of any of Bruce's, including a beyond advanced holo-HUD and built-in tazers, and more. You constantly have an earpiece in your ear that you and Bruce communicate through in case of emergencies. Your Bat-suit can fly, not just glide. You haven't even been Batman for a year. You were a big delinquent when you were a kid, and every time you wear that suit, it's a chance you get to make up for that. You're very good at hiding your identity as Batman.

You're walking through the halls of Hamilton High School. It's the afternoon. You're walking to your 4th period. Dana is walking next to you, holding her books and other school stuff against her chest. You're about 1 foot taller than her. Your jacket flows behind you. The windows are open, the wind blowing past you and Dana. Other students walk past you. Nash walks in front of you, intentionally bumping into you. Dana looks annoyed and tired of his shit

Nash: Watch it, McGinnis.