Terry followed, bat-shaped weapon still clutched tightly in his hand. He took the magazine with his free hand, examining the cover and looking up to meet the eyes of the man who claimed to be Bruce Wayne. The problem with that was that Bruce Wayne was old. He could beat the crap out of you with his cane, but he was just an old man who had hung up his cowl for good and stepped into the role of adviser for someone who was more capable. Terry was proud to be Batman, and was starting to really understand what it meant to be Neo Gotham's hero beyond the initial vendetta against Powers for what happened to his dad.

"This can't--" Dropping the magazine to the table it came from, the teen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Man, if this is some kind of time loop thing... I hate time loops. Don't you hate time loops? Just because some people figured out how to tamper with time doesn't mean you should. Then again, half the crazies in this town are doing the same with things other than time, so really, what's the difference?"