Disclaimer: Neither Batman Beyond or Xmen: Evolution is mine, sorry.
Comes The Night
PROLOGUE
Note- hey I know this is in the Xmen: Evolution section, that's because it will be mostly about the Xmen. Its just this first chapter is mostly about Terry McGinnis. If you know nothing about him, ill do a quick overview- he's a teenager who ran into and old man, Bruce Wayne and discovered that Mr. Wayne the billionaire was really the former Batman. He got a job with Mr. Wayne, as his mother and everyone believe, but really he becomes the next Batman. Commissioner Gordon is the former Batgirl.
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It was very early morning, and Terry McGinnis was wrapped in blankets and hanging haphazardly off the side of his bed. The light of dawn filtered through an opposing window and lit up the folds of his blanket and the planes of his face with an orange light. One arm stretched down, touching the floor and the other was curled up beneath his head. It was a picture of serenity.
A sound cut through the silence of the room and Terry's eyes opened groggily. What was that sound? He peered at the light from the window. The muffled beeping continued and Terry flopped over on his back, one arm shielding the light. The sound grew louder and he peered down at his cell phone where he had been sleeping on it. After a couple seconds he picked it up and pressed it to his ear.
"'Ello?" he asked.
"McGinnis, you better get in here. You won't believe it."
"Nah, I probably won't. Coming." He shut his phone, rolled back and pushed himself up. He put on some clothes and grabbed his backpack, in which the Batsuit was hidden. Out in the living room, he ran into a problem.
"Terry!" His mother stumbled back. She peered at him. "You haven't been home that long, and you're leaving already? You have school in a couple hours- where do you think you're off to?!"
Terry stared blankly. "Um . . ." The doorbell rang. Mrs. McGinnis shot him a glance and went to get it. Terry looked around, considering sneaking out. The windows were all shut, security cautions, and the only door out was the one she was standing in front of. He peered back to where his mothers back and retreated and then started sneaking silently to the nearest window.
"Mr. Wayne!" His mother exclaimed, and Terry froze. Mr. Wayne?
"I know that you often need Terry to work late but seriously! He has school in a couple hours you'll have to come back later-"
"I don't think school we be in session, Mrs. McGinnis. May I talk to Terry?"
"Of course, just this way- what do you mean there's no school?" She asked, leading the gruff old man into the living room where Terry stood innocently where she had left him. He dropped his pack and shot Bruce an inquiring glance.
"Something's happened." He told Terry.
"Yeah, I figured." He sat on the couch and his mother sat next to him, Bruce taking a seat across from them. It reminded Terry slightly of a time, some time ago when they had stood like this, Mr. Wayne looking speculatively at them over the coffee table, 'Welcome to my world.'
Mr. Wayne interrupted Terry's thoughts. "The town has been trashed."
They looked at him, not understanding. With a sigh Bruce reached for the remote, and turned on the wall T.V.
"And the Police are completely mystified- there are no traces of what could have possibly caused the destruction- but the facts are clear . . ." Terry and his mother stared in horror at the images on the screen. Familiar buildings looked as if they had been hit by a wrecking ball and smashed to bits, roads torn up, iron fences knocked over. "There appears to be a clear path of wreckage leading through the city, and our best guess is that a team of big time pranksters- perhaps from one of our local gangs got together some expensive machinery and went on a demolition spree. Still there are some phenomena that remain completely unexplained." A middle-aged man in a business with the buttons half buttoned up and minus a tie looked into the camera with a wild look in his eye.
"Look at this!" he demanded. "Just look at it!" He pulled fruitlessly at the remains of a large piece of metal. It was warped and twisted randomly into a large mass. "What could possibly have done something like this? This was my front gate, defense systems included. It's the best on the market, guaranteed. No mobile machine could have managed it!"
"Did your defense include surveillance systems?" The reporter asked.
"Of course!" he retorted. "Those that weren't smashed to bits didn't pick up anything- they all show the same blue static. You can see the blurry gate go down and not much else."
Bruce flipped to the next channel. " The back half of the Gotham Central library-"
/switch/
"All surveillance camera showing unexplained blue static-"
/switch/
"Several schools have been smashed to the ground-"
/switch/
"- Wayne-Powers buildings-"
Wayne stopped there, turning to Mrs. McGinnis. "That's why I'm here, I don't think anybody's gong to sleep any time soon, so do you think I could borrow Terry for a while? There was damage to my company, I need to go assess it." He shot a look at Terry, which Terry understood- Batman was needed.
Mary McGinnis nodded dumbly. "Yes, yes of course I don't suppose I need him he won't have to go anywhere- you two go on ahead I'm going to wake Matt. Terry, call me later, ok?"
"Course, mom." He grabbed his pack again and followed his boss out the door. They walked quietly out of the building, where Mr. Wayne's black car waited. Ace's head stuck out of an open window and he barked softly in their direction, tongue slobbering all over in an endearing dog way. They climbed in, Terry sitting in the passenger seat for once.
"Where to?" He asked.
"The mansion, of course." Mr. Wayne stared stonily ahead.
They sat in silence. Terry looked over, finally. "So . . ." he started awkwardly. "What do you think did all that stuff on the news?"
"I have no idea." Mr. Wayne said.
"Oh."
"Could I maybe have seen anything last night?" he asked.
Bruce shook his head. "No, it happened sometime after you went home, so you couldn't possibly have noticed anything. Don't worry about it- go out and see if you can find any clues."
The rest of the ride was quiet.
Some time later Terry was soaring over Gotham, surveying the damage. He could hear his boss typing away at his large computer as he went on. The damage was mostly in one part of town, luckily nowhere near where his home was, where his family and most of his friends had been sleeping. His school was totaled. This brought a short smile to his face. At least when hell had broken loose he didn't have to worry about school while out as Batman. He probably would have had to skip or something- Mr. Wayne would have managed something.
The sun was up, and the sun seared his eyes and he flew into it. He wasn't used to flying around in the day- when he did it was either almost dark or an emergency. Well, like now. He was positive he had never been around at this time of day.
Back home, most people appeared to be inside watching their televisions, but out there most were on their yards or balconies, staring out. There were GCPD vehicles cruising all around, and some heavy machinery where trying to repair some of the destruction.
In one of the main squares of the city, there was a concentration of these vehicles and machinery. People crowded around, and Terry recognized some of the major officials standing around. Desks were strewn about and papers. Terry winced at the wreck of the police station in front of him.
There was a rush of air, and he fell into place next to Commissioner Gordon.
"Comish." He said, and she turned slightly toward him.
"You're out late." She said.
"Was anyone hurt? Is there anything I can do?" He asked.
She stood quietly. "There were some collapsed buildings, but as close as it come to some people, nobody saw a thing. I don't see how someone could do so much. It wasn't a bomb or anything, or an attack from above, it moved across the town. At around one o clock maybe-"
"No, not then, I was still making rounds. It happened after, at least three."
She looked at him, and sighed. "Thank for crushing that idea- " She eyed the nearby news cameras watching them, "- Batman."
He shrugged.
"Where were you when this happened?" She asked.
"Sleeping."
"Right." She nodded. "Well since you're obviously set on helping, here are some addresses, I'm sure you've familiar with them. There are possibly people trapped inside, we have some teams there already. Make yourself useful."
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Logan leaned against a wall, chewing a toothpick. Some nights- hell, most nights- sleep just wouldn't come to him. He usually prowled the institute, but the students all had places to go the next day and none were out as late as this. Professor X, strangely enough hadn't gone to bed at all yet. Logan was just waiting around-
There was a beeping sound, that Logan decided was obviously important, but he didn't know what it meant. He pulled the frayed toothpick out of his mouth and stuck his head into the Cerebro room.
"Something up?" he asked.
Xavier turned his head, eyebrows raised, and Logan moved behind him to look at the screen, where a red light was blinking, and words moved across speedily.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Major mutant activity in- Gotham City."
"Gotham? Who was it?"
"I don't know. I've never seen this mutant signature before- and Cerebro hasn't gotten any further information."
"That's bad, isn't it?"
"I believe so."
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Note from the author- it'll get better I promise . . . lol. Comments appreciated. Does this look promising? Should I continue? (And of course I'm still working on my other stories
Comes The Night
PROLOGUE
Note- hey I know this is in the Xmen: Evolution section, that's because it will be mostly about the Xmen. Its just this first chapter is mostly about Terry McGinnis. If you know nothing about him, ill do a quick overview- he's a teenager who ran into and old man, Bruce Wayne and discovered that Mr. Wayne the billionaire was really the former Batman. He got a job with Mr. Wayne, as his mother and everyone believe, but really he becomes the next Batman. Commissioner Gordon is the former Batgirl.
~*~*~*~(^)~*~*~*~
It was very early morning, and Terry McGinnis was wrapped in blankets and hanging haphazardly off the side of his bed. The light of dawn filtered through an opposing window and lit up the folds of his blanket and the planes of his face with an orange light. One arm stretched down, touching the floor and the other was curled up beneath his head. It was a picture of serenity.
A sound cut through the silence of the room and Terry's eyes opened groggily. What was that sound? He peered at the light from the window. The muffled beeping continued and Terry flopped over on his back, one arm shielding the light. The sound grew louder and he peered down at his cell phone where he had been sleeping on it. After a couple seconds he picked it up and pressed it to his ear.
"'Ello?" he asked.
"McGinnis, you better get in here. You won't believe it."
"Nah, I probably won't. Coming." He shut his phone, rolled back and pushed himself up. He put on some clothes and grabbed his backpack, in which the Batsuit was hidden. Out in the living room, he ran into a problem.
"Terry!" His mother stumbled back. She peered at him. "You haven't been home that long, and you're leaving already? You have school in a couple hours- where do you think you're off to?!"
Terry stared blankly. "Um . . ." The doorbell rang. Mrs. McGinnis shot him a glance and went to get it. Terry looked around, considering sneaking out. The windows were all shut, security cautions, and the only door out was the one she was standing in front of. He peered back to where his mothers back and retreated and then started sneaking silently to the nearest window.
"Mr. Wayne!" His mother exclaimed, and Terry froze. Mr. Wayne?
"I know that you often need Terry to work late but seriously! He has school in a couple hours you'll have to come back later-"
"I don't think school we be in session, Mrs. McGinnis. May I talk to Terry?"
"Of course, just this way- what do you mean there's no school?" She asked, leading the gruff old man into the living room where Terry stood innocently where she had left him. He dropped his pack and shot Bruce an inquiring glance.
"Something's happened." He told Terry.
"Yeah, I figured." He sat on the couch and his mother sat next to him, Bruce taking a seat across from them. It reminded Terry slightly of a time, some time ago when they had stood like this, Mr. Wayne looking speculatively at them over the coffee table, 'Welcome to my world.'
Mr. Wayne interrupted Terry's thoughts. "The town has been trashed."
They looked at him, not understanding. With a sigh Bruce reached for the remote, and turned on the wall T.V.
"And the Police are completely mystified- there are no traces of what could have possibly caused the destruction- but the facts are clear . . ." Terry and his mother stared in horror at the images on the screen. Familiar buildings looked as if they had been hit by a wrecking ball and smashed to bits, roads torn up, iron fences knocked over. "There appears to be a clear path of wreckage leading through the city, and our best guess is that a team of big time pranksters- perhaps from one of our local gangs got together some expensive machinery and went on a demolition spree. Still there are some phenomena that remain completely unexplained." A middle-aged man in a business with the buttons half buttoned up and minus a tie looked into the camera with a wild look in his eye.
"Look at this!" he demanded. "Just look at it!" He pulled fruitlessly at the remains of a large piece of metal. It was warped and twisted randomly into a large mass. "What could possibly have done something like this? This was my front gate, defense systems included. It's the best on the market, guaranteed. No mobile machine could have managed it!"
"Did your defense include surveillance systems?" The reporter asked.
"Of course!" he retorted. "Those that weren't smashed to bits didn't pick up anything- they all show the same blue static. You can see the blurry gate go down and not much else."
Bruce flipped to the next channel. " The back half of the Gotham Central library-"
/switch/
"All surveillance camera showing unexplained blue static-"
/switch/
"Several schools have been smashed to the ground-"
/switch/
"- Wayne-Powers buildings-"
Wayne stopped there, turning to Mrs. McGinnis. "That's why I'm here, I don't think anybody's gong to sleep any time soon, so do you think I could borrow Terry for a while? There was damage to my company, I need to go assess it." He shot a look at Terry, which Terry understood- Batman was needed.
Mary McGinnis nodded dumbly. "Yes, yes of course I don't suppose I need him he won't have to go anywhere- you two go on ahead I'm going to wake Matt. Terry, call me later, ok?"
"Course, mom." He grabbed his pack again and followed his boss out the door. They walked quietly out of the building, where Mr. Wayne's black car waited. Ace's head stuck out of an open window and he barked softly in their direction, tongue slobbering all over in an endearing dog way. They climbed in, Terry sitting in the passenger seat for once.
"Where to?" He asked.
"The mansion, of course." Mr. Wayne stared stonily ahead.
They sat in silence. Terry looked over, finally. "So . . ." he started awkwardly. "What do you think did all that stuff on the news?"
"I have no idea." Mr. Wayne said.
"Oh."
"Could I maybe have seen anything last night?" he asked.
Bruce shook his head. "No, it happened sometime after you went home, so you couldn't possibly have noticed anything. Don't worry about it- go out and see if you can find any clues."
The rest of the ride was quiet.
Some time later Terry was soaring over Gotham, surveying the damage. He could hear his boss typing away at his large computer as he went on. The damage was mostly in one part of town, luckily nowhere near where his home was, where his family and most of his friends had been sleeping. His school was totaled. This brought a short smile to his face. At least when hell had broken loose he didn't have to worry about school while out as Batman. He probably would have had to skip or something- Mr. Wayne would have managed something.
The sun was up, and the sun seared his eyes and he flew into it. He wasn't used to flying around in the day- when he did it was either almost dark or an emergency. Well, like now. He was positive he had never been around at this time of day.
Back home, most people appeared to be inside watching their televisions, but out there most were on their yards or balconies, staring out. There were GCPD vehicles cruising all around, and some heavy machinery where trying to repair some of the destruction.
In one of the main squares of the city, there was a concentration of these vehicles and machinery. People crowded around, and Terry recognized some of the major officials standing around. Desks were strewn about and papers. Terry winced at the wreck of the police station in front of him.
There was a rush of air, and he fell into place next to Commissioner Gordon.
"Comish." He said, and she turned slightly toward him.
"You're out late." She said.
"Was anyone hurt? Is there anything I can do?" He asked.
She stood quietly. "There were some collapsed buildings, but as close as it come to some people, nobody saw a thing. I don't see how someone could do so much. It wasn't a bomb or anything, or an attack from above, it moved across the town. At around one o clock maybe-"
"No, not then, I was still making rounds. It happened after, at least three."
She looked at him, and sighed. "Thank for crushing that idea- " She eyed the nearby news cameras watching them, "- Batman."
He shrugged.
"Where were you when this happened?" She asked.
"Sleeping."
"Right." She nodded. "Well since you're obviously set on helping, here are some addresses, I'm sure you've familiar with them. There are possibly people trapped inside, we have some teams there already. Make yourself useful."
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Logan leaned against a wall, chewing a toothpick. Some nights- hell, most nights- sleep just wouldn't come to him. He usually prowled the institute, but the students all had places to go the next day and none were out as late as this. Professor X, strangely enough hadn't gone to bed at all yet. Logan was just waiting around-
There was a beeping sound, that Logan decided was obviously important, but he didn't know what it meant. He pulled the frayed toothpick out of his mouth and stuck his head into the Cerebro room.
"Something up?" he asked.
Xavier turned his head, eyebrows raised, and Logan moved behind him to look at the screen, where a red light was blinking, and words moved across speedily.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Major mutant activity in- Gotham City."
"Gotham? Who was it?"
"I don't know. I've never seen this mutant signature before- and Cerebro hasn't gotten any further information."
"That's bad, isn't it?"
"I believe so."
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Note from the author- it'll get better I promise . . . lol. Comments appreciated. Does this look promising? Should I continue? (And of course I'm still working on my other stories