Author's Note: Ok, I don't whether it should be a one shot or a complete story. I'm leaning both ways. I'm working on other stories so it just depends on the feedback. Anyways this is a Max/Terry fanfic. Not the most happiest thing I ever written, but hey, what can I say? Enjoy and as always reviews always bring a smile to my face... so read and make me smile lol

Staring at him, it was almost as if she was staring at a perfect stranger instead of someone she had once called best friend. Terry stood on the stage in Gotham City Hall giving a speech defining the purpose of the latest change in Wayne's corporation, but Max wasn't listening to a word he was saying. Instead she was reeling from the changes that she saw. Dressed in a tailored crisp Armani suit, he looked like he was more of a CEO of an Enterprise then he was the dark knight of the city. The old Terry she had known would have never been caught dead in the getup. It was apparent from what was standing before her very eyes that the old Terry no longer existed. She wasn't suppose to be here. She had swore never to return to Gotham but he had sent her an email asking to be present for his promotion as the President of Wayne's Corps and like a fool she had came. Swallowing down her second glass of champagne her eyes drifted over to a blonde woman standing not to far from Terry. Melonie. Max smirked and shook her head. The world was so cruel yet so amusing at times. The sound of applause broke her out of her thoughts and hating the nostalgic emotions washing over her she decided to leave. She grabbed her jacket and purse and headed towards the exit when she was stopped by a middle aged man with blonde hair and an sullen expression.

"Mr.McGuiness wishes to have a word with you," he said flatly.

Max stared back at the man evenly. She was the type of woman who do didn't do to well at being summoned.

"If Terry wanted to talk, he could have came over himself. Now if you will excuse me," she said tightly before starting to walk away.

"Still as rebellious as ever, Max?" an amused voice came from behind her halting her dead in her tracks.

She whirled around to find Terry starring at her humored with Melonie on his arm looking at her with a fake smile plastered on her face. They looked like the old school barbie and ken and it made Max sick to her stomach. It was disgusting how he flaunted her as if she had been some worthy prize he had won when Melonie only came crawling back when she realized how much Terry was worth. She had been one of the reasons that thier friendship had ended so abruptly. The other reason was too painful to face at the moment and tilting her head back defiantly she forced a smile.

"Some people don't change to fit other people's needs Terry," she said evenly.

Terry smiled coldly with no emotion in his clear blue eyes.

"Touche'. Honey, why don't you give Max and I a few minutes alone to catch up? After all, it has been ten years," he said handing his wife his empty champagne glass.

The blonde shot Max a withering look before stalking off.

Terry moved closer to Max and leaned down so his lips were almost touching her ear.

"Shall we go somewhere more private?" he murmered.

A shiver shot down her spine as she felt herself grow dizzy from his close proximity to her. Nodding she let him lead her to the elevator taking them to the roof off the building. Oustside the cool air brushed against her skin carrying the scent of Terry's colone making her exhale deeply. She was starting to regret comming back to Gotham.

"So, I hear you are doing well with your (buisness)," he said casually sticking his hands in his pockets and staring down at her.

Max frowned.

"Cut the bullshit, Ter. You didn't ask me all this way to make small converation. What do you want?" she asked glowering at him.

Terry smiled lightly.

"I see you are still angry at me." It wasn't a question more than it was a statement.

"Why shouldn't I be angry? You've changed McGuiness. You married Melonie, you gave up being Batman," she started.

Terry blanched.

"What was I suppose to do? Bruce died and you left. How was I suppose to protect this city alone?" he demanded.

"I would have never left if you didn't make a fool of me," she snapped.

Terry's eyes widned in surprise.

"What?" he started.

"Call it what you want, Ter, but you used me. You crawled into my bed needing comfort and like an idiot I gave it to you. You knew I loved you. You knew that I would do anything for you and you took advantage of that. When you Melonie came along you realized you need something more and you tossed me aside like I was just some casual fuck buddy," she said emotionally.

Terry felt his heart lurch as he saw the pain in her eyes. He never wanted to hurt her, and he did love her, but he couldn't tell her. He wished he had but it was too late and tellling her now would only bring her more pain.

"What do you want from me, Max?" he asked suddenly exhausted. The night and this heated converation had left him eemotionally drained.

Max stared at him fuming.

"I want you to protect the city. There are people out there who needs you," she said firmly.

"Gotham isn't my responsibility anymore," he interrupted sharply.

"Bruce trusted you.The moment Bruce died and left you everything, that's when the mask really came off," she said angrilly.

Terry growled frusterated.

"I couldn't do it anymore," he tried.

Max snorted rudely as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah. it's hard to care about other people when you're only focused on yourself," she said wryly.

Terry glared at her seething. He had wanted to work things out with Max, but now he could see that it was too late to salvage thier broken friendship and it pained him. There were times he wished he could go back in the past and undo his mistakes. The mistakes that haunted him and night and plagued him during the day. The mistakes that made the woman he always loved to hate him .He pinned her against the wall of the side of the building and crushed his lips against hers. He could feel her fighting against him but he didn't let go. He didn't dare. Her moans of protest quickly abated and he felt her tears fall against his cheeks. She broke away sobbing silently against his chest and he held her comfortly burying his face into her hair. They stood there for what seemed like forever holding each other, cherishing the moment of closeness they were sharing.

"What are we doing, Ter?" she asked quietly with a tremor in her voice.

He sighed heavilly and tilted her chin back gently so that he was looking into her tear filled eyes.

"I don't know. I just want us to be us again, Max. My life has been so empty since you left, Bruce died, and I gave up Batman. I need to feel something again. I need you," he whispered thickly pressing his forehead against hers.

Max blinked back tears as she realized that she had waited for years to say that to her. When he pressed his mouth against hers again, she didn't struggle. Instead she did what she had always wanted to do when she dreamed about being in Terry's arms. She surrendered. She knew things wouldn't be perfect and there was the chance that he didn't love her, but in that moment as he pushed her back against the wall and slid his hand up her dress, it didn't matter. She reached down and began to undo his pants fumbling several times before she suceeded. He pulled his lips away slightly looking at her with a sultry look in his eyes.

"Stay here. Stay with me," he said huskilly nibbling at her bottom lip.

A warning rang in Max's head as his words pierced her ears. He wanted her to stay. Not because he loved her or wanted her. He needed her. He needed someone who he could lose hiself in. Someone who could ease his pain and lonliness and that was her. It had always been. Max didn't know rather to cry or laugh. She had promised that she would never let Terry hurt her that way again, yet here she was. It had tooken her months to get over the heartache he had put her through. It was the reason she had banished herself from Gotham in the first place. As his his hands reached around to unzip her dress, she pushed him away abruptly. It had all been so tempting, but unfortunately for Terry she had seen where that temptation lead and it wasn't a place she wanted to visit any time soon. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and nearly burst into fresh tears as she felt her heart break. She knew this was going to hurt like hell in the morning, but that pain was much more bareable. Standing on her toes, she placed a light kiss on his warm lips.

"I'm sorry," she whispered tearfully before turning and walking away, her soul tortured as he called after her as she retreated.

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