Finally...A night off.
Although really, can a guy like Terry really get a night off? The cowl was heavy on his shoulders and he was painfully aware of that fact now...
If anything tonight was just some more recon to get some info. This information just so happened to be hidden inside the newest club in Neo-Gotham. Chromatica. "Lose yourself in technicolor."
Word had gotten around through the scum Terry usually swept off the streets that there were some illegal dealings going on inside the club. While Intel wasn't usually so hard to get thanks to the Batcomputer, phones and cameras weren't allowed inside and the floor plan didn't offer any clues either. Seemed like your standard nightclub..So then what was it hiding...
So what did Terry decide to do?...Get inside the old fashioned way. After all, it wasn't very often Terry McGinnis got to make an appearance. Most nights he was busy being this Era of Gotham's Batman.... That was the plan anyways right?
The music inside the club was almost too loud...Slurred conversations could barely be heard over the thumping of the heavy bass...
Terry leaned back against the bar with a sigh that was barely audible in the noisy nightclub.
"Well they definitely weren't messing around with the name..." Terry silently mused as he watched strobes of the three primary colors light up the crowds of moving bodies.
Magenta...Cyan...Yellow...Over and over...
As Terry's hand raised his glass to his lips, he used the moment to rake his gaze over the crowd. When his eyes made their way to the dance floor, Terry stopped. A flash of skin, a teasing flick of hair, and suddenly the last thing on his mind was bad guys.
Almost as if the club heard his internal monologue, a spotlight of soft magenta landed over to distraction in question. There they were, hips swaying tantalizingly to the rhythm of the music. Almost as if the song itself molded to their dance moves. Their back was turned from where Terry was standing, hands in the air as they lost themselves to the music.
'C'mon...turn around...Let me see you...' Terry internally urged, wanting to see the face of the person who had him so distracted tonight. Again, as if his prayers were answered. The alluring stranger turned around with the changing colors of the spotlight. Now being veiled in a bright lightning bolt of cyan.
As the song changed, Terry's breath hitched when they both met eyes. The song taking a more dreamy sultry tone that seemed to frame the moment perfectly as it felt like the rest of the club faded into a blur while they looked at each other.
Alright Terry..Play it cool...Sure it's been a while...But it's like riding a bike...
Terry eased his stance, playing the whole "cool guy at the bar" part as he took a slow sip of his drink. His eyes never leaving his new fixation over the rim of the glass. His free hand reached up to run through his dark black hair, tousling and pushing it back at the same time for it to fall almost too perfectly in front of his face.
Without wasting another second, Terry gave a subtle nod in acknowledgement which he saw the other return. With a sly smirk his free hand raised to beckon them over. The invitation clear...Either they come over or he was going to come to them.
So much for getting that intel...
Created Nov 12, 2025
Updated Feb 6
Published Nov 18, 2025