the tech knight returns

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry didn't really understand how he had wound up running around weird mazes in his own head while being watched by an AI. But he was out of it now. And he was done with moping around in a fake Bat-cave. He'd been hiding and feeling sorry for himself since the yeerks. After running around in GLaDOS's mazes, though, he'd realized that he need to just get over himself.

So he was training. The Sensorium had created a Gotham street. His Gotham. And he was doing what he normally did on an average night - cleaning up the streets. He was currently hunting a group of Jokerz, but in without the Batsuit. He needed the practice of tracking and fighting without his suit. It was becoming to much like a crush.

He wouldn't mind some company. He needed some practice working with teams, too.

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[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Terry replied quietly. "Owen, right? What, you here to patrol, too?" He said that last bit sarcastically, almost like he wanted to be left alone. But, despite himself, he was grinning a bit. He liked Owen, and even if he was used to patrolling alone, he didn't really mind the company.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Just need to keep busy is all. Gets too quiet and I start thinking too much." Owen quips with a shrug, unholstering a boomerang as they move.

"So... long range target practice, or up close? Kid's choice." He smirks challengingly, tossing Terry a spare boomerang. Just standard ones for them both for now.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry didn't particularly like being called a kid, but he let it slide. "Long distance," he said, "I need the practice without the suit."

He took the boomerang, eying it. "Kinda primitive, isn't it?" he said sarcastically. The "boomerangs" he was used to were spring loaded and could shoot out of the arms of his suit... not to mention emit an electrical charge and remote-detonate.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen paused, raising an eyebrow slooooowwwly. "The term you're looking for is classical."

Owen had plenty of gadgetry, but he'd still handled that prison riot at Iron Heights just fine with scraps he'd picked up. "I've got plenty of other stuff too, but let's work our way up." He smiled, sighting a target in the distance. "Red hair, purple jacket. Want to go for nailing him on the forward or return trip?" He raised the boomerang in his hand.