Interlude Eleven: Life

            It has been two years since Terry started his tutelage under Cassandra. While he was far from matching with the likes of Jason, he was now able to see what he couldn’t before. Who was truly strong and who was weak. Cassandra had the habit of taking in the weak and the helpless as her students. With one exception.

Interlude Ten: Choices

             Two hours ago, Casey Rowan was in the studio of GCN interning for the Gotham Tonight show trying to pave a way for himself into the news reporting profession. After Terry sat through an advisement session with him, he thought long and hard on what career path to take. With No Man’s Land in his past, news was what he craved for when he wasn’t worried about survival. He wanted to know why it happened, why they were suffering and why no one cared.

Interlude Nine: Gotham High

            His name was Colin Wilkes. He was an orphan at the St. Aden’s Orphanage.  He was terrified of bats, closed spaces and abandonment, but his worse fear now was probably his own strength. Strength he gained from being tormented and experimented on. He was kidnapped and used by Scarecrow against the greatest hero he ever met, Batman.

Interlude Eight: Visitation

             Damian thought school was the most torturous thing in the world. Especially with two babysitters, Tim and fat-girl, forcing him to socialize with his peers. Two, who he must remind you, tried to kill him with the likes of pizza and various other poisonous items identified as fair food. His only solace was the weekends where he secluded himself in the manor or the cave until it was time for patrol to come about. 

Interlude Seven: Oddities

            Jason Todd hated his job. Oh, don't mistake this with his night job, he adored beating criminals senseless and traumatize whatever foul scum there was in the world. The job he hated was his day job. You wonder why he has a day job when he has most of the drug dealing scums of the underworld giving him forty percent of their profits every week?

Interlude Six: The Prince’s Perspective

            “Kill me.” Damian grumbled miserably over the toilet as he begged for the torture to end. His stomach lurched and he found himself worshipping the porcelain god. He was raised by assassins; trained by the best masters in the world there were little that could stop him or torment him…until today.

Interlude Five: What a Drag

Clink, clink, clink

            Jason played with the remaining ice in his highball glass while he waited in the Iceberg Lounge. The kid was late and it was his idea to meet at Penguin’s establishment. Why he wanted to talk in front of possibly most of Gotham’s rogues was beyond him. True, Jason had said he’d continue his operations in the underworld if only to take them down from the inside out, but it didn’t mean he wanted to hang around rogues unnecessarily.

Interlude Four: So Close Yet So Far

                  Morning 10 AM, five hours since he returned from patrol and crashed into his bed. Tim groggily pulled himself up and readied himself for the day. If it was up to him, he would have slept until noon, but today wasn’t about him. Today was all about Damian Wayne—not Robin, Damian.

Interlude Three: Lost Little Bird

                  A blast echoed the air as the portal spat out Jason Todd. Before he even touched the ground he tucked into a roll and jumped to his feet with his guns held out defensively. “All right kid, give back the… the fuck?”

Interlude Two: Missing His Boy

                  His boy was gone for nearly four snowfalls. It was so different without his small smiles and his affectionate hand, but he would have to do without his boy. The human pack his boy left behind was sad, especially the youngest one that goes by his boy’s den everyday.

Interlude One: Dear Butler

                  Maintenance around the manor and the cave was part of Alfred’s regular responsibilities in addition to cooking, cleaning and caring for his remaining masters. But the dear butler was not as young as he used to be. What he could normally do in minutes now took him longer and tired him easily. He first noticed this when his young masters Damian and Terry ran about the manor, their violent games of tag and their unbreakable perseverance to prove their father’s innocence. Just watching them exhausted him. Though the manor had never been livelier before they came.

Forgotten Years- Prologue

                  He caught wind that Red Robin, the former boy wonder, had gotten his hand on the motherbox. No doubt, he was trying to bring their late dad back from the dead. If he were anyone else, he would snort in disbelief—bring the dead back to life, yeah right. But then again, he wasn’t just anyone else. He died once. No one could question the possibility of the dead returning to life.