Night 43: M111-M120 Hallway
[In M111]
Bruce's 'advice' had come with all the subtlety of a cane to the back of a head, with a sting to match. Before Terry could give Wayne a witty and smart-assed reply though, a nurse showed up to escort him back inside. With how cheerful she'd been doing it, Terry almost thought she'd been given the honor of checking him for lice.
Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Instead, he spent the rest of his time out back at the bulletin board. It hadn't been all about studying, though Terry wouldn't put it past the old man to spring a pop quiz on him. Terry spent the time reading, but also thinking about what Bruce had said. Maybe he wasn't Terry's version of Wayne yet, but he still knew something was off. Wayne had been concerned about Terry being sure that he had the right version of Batman. There was a ton of crap around that could get Terry killed--not to mention that this was far from his first life-risking venture.
So why focus on that in particular? Especially in terms of Bruce Wayne, who'd been Batman for almost as long as his mom had been alive, but who'd never killed?
Little hamster drawings wearing costumes didn't exactly give him any answers though, and eventually his dearly beloved nurse again decided to play sheep herder. This time Terry was sent to his room, apparently banned to the far set of patient blocks to eat alone. At least the steak was good though.
A search of the place after dinner left Terry with some things that were useful, and some things that weren't. The Batsuit had definitely been too much to ask for, but couldn't they have given him something better than a flashlight? It wasn't like he was asking for a fully packed utility belt.
Then night came, and Terry had the pleasure of something new to wonder about: an even weirder version of whatever IRIS had been. Sounded like someone was trying to hack the system. Not holding out too much hope for it being Max trying to get him out, Terry took his flashlight, copies he'd made of the maps, and one more thing he'd literally pried from the dark: his closet rod. Nurse Happy Face probably wouldn't be thrilled, but Terry needed to survive more than he needed unwrinkled clothes, or a lecture from Wayne if he got his ass handed to him the first night, thank you very much.
Empty hall. So far so good. Keeping his flashlight use to a minimum to let his eyes adjust to the dark, Terry headed down the hall.
Bruce's 'advice' had come with all the subtlety of a cane to the back of a head, with a sting to match. Before Terry could give Wayne a witty and smart-assed reply though, a nurse showed up to escort him back inside. With how cheerful she'd been doing it, Terry almost thought she'd been given the honor of checking him for lice.
Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Instead, he spent the rest of his time out back at the bulletin board. It hadn't been all about studying, though Terry wouldn't put it past the old man to spring a pop quiz on him. Terry spent the time reading, but also thinking about what Bruce had said. Maybe he wasn't Terry's version of Wayne yet, but he still knew something was off. Wayne had been concerned about Terry being sure that he had the right version of Batman. There was a ton of crap around that could get Terry killed--not to mention that this was far from his first life-risking venture.
So why focus on that in particular? Especially in terms of Bruce Wayne, who'd been Batman for almost as long as his mom had been alive, but who'd never killed?
Little hamster drawings wearing costumes didn't exactly give him any answers though, and eventually his dearly beloved nurse again decided to play sheep herder. This time Terry was sent to his room, apparently banned to the far set of patient blocks to eat alone. At least the steak was good though.
A search of the place after dinner left Terry with some things that were useful, and some things that weren't. The Batsuit had definitely been too much to ask for, but couldn't they have given him something better than a flashlight? It wasn't like he was asking for a fully packed utility belt.
Then night came, and Terry had the pleasure of something new to wonder about: an even weirder version of whatever IRIS had been. Sounded like someone was trying to hack the system. Not holding out too much hope for it being Max trying to get him out, Terry took his flashlight, copies he'd made of the maps, and one more thing he'd literally pried from the dark: his closet rod. Nurse Happy Face probably wouldn't be thrilled, but Terry needed to survive more than he needed unwrinkled clothes, or a lecture from Wayne if he got his ass handed to him the first night, thank you very much.
Empty hall. So far so good. Keeping his flashlight use to a minimum to let his eyes adjust to the dark, Terry headed down the hall.