Mother Dearest Chapter 12 +13 [BB - PG] Ending.
Chapter 12 and 13 [Last two chapters]
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These two chapters are sort of short, and kinda cheesy, but I'm just so happy that I've finially finished ONE fanfiction! [I've never finished any before in my life hehe!] Please tell me what you think!!!!
Sunday 1:15 AM
Justin checked his watch when Batman stepped back into the room. As far as Batman was concerned, nothing had changed.
“Judging from the time, I guess you didn’t have much luck, huh.”
Terry shook his head and sat down. “Why?”
“You want the entire story?”
Terry nodded. “I want to know everything.”
“But doesn’t that sort of defeat the purpose? I mean, it’s rather unrealistic that I’m just going to sit here and spill everything out to you. For all I know, you could be recording me. I could go to jail,” he winked.
“You’ve done enough damage already. I think you owe it to me.”
Justin sighed and nestled in the couch. He felt pity for the person before him, just a little. “Sasha McMann was my mother, but I didn’t know this until three years ago. When she became pregnant with me, she panicked and threw me to an orphanage. It’s not easy being the little runt,” he said with a glint in his eye. “I was thrown from one foster family to another, most abusive, some sexually. She threw me into this life because she was an irresponsible witch who cared for no one but herself.” Justin buried his face in his hands. “I tracked down my father when he came to visit me. He told me about how he had an affair with my mother during the filming of some crappy movie. He couldn’t help her out when she became pregnant because he was already married, so she had no where to turn. In her line of work, she couldn’t deal with a kid. Even my father didn’t want to help. All he did was give me money when I turned 18. He told me that Sasha had moved to Gotham City, but he didn’t know her whereabouts. So, I came here, and for three years, I did nothing but try to find her. Eventually, I did. She was hiding out here, working as a low paid waitress. I approached her, wondering if whether she would take me back or not... But she closed the door in my face. It seems that she already had another life.”
Justin shook his head. “No, a girlfriend. Who already had a son that was my age. They were living here in this apartment.”
Batman looked down. He remembered Bruce saying something about another guy his age from HH who had also had his mother murdered. It wasn’t like Bruce to not follow the lead. Terry was positive that had they spoken to whoever this guy was, they would have found the connection quicker. He made a mental note to ask Wayne later.
“So you killed them both.”
“No, I killed my mother first.”
“You sound so at ease with that.”
“Thank you, Terry.” Justin grinned. “I’m sure you’ve already figured out the reasons for attacking Dana’s mother and Christina’s...”
“Dana because she broke up with you for me. And Mrs. Wu to prevent her from taking Christina away from you.”
Justin clapped. “Good... For... You, Batman. Your detective skills are remarkable. Now, let’s see if you can find out this. Why did I go after you?”
“Because Dana is dating me?”
“No, no! Wrong, McGinnis, WRONG!” Justin shook his head. “Do you know anything?!”
“Because my sister has taken a fancy from you. Well, half sister anyway.”
Terry shook his head. “I really don’t understand.”
“You don’t? You have seemed to make quite an impression on her.” Justin leaned closer to Terry, his face inches away from the mask. “Denise Richards.”
“Wh-What?” Terry stuttered.
“Well, she doesn’t know about it herself... But, yes, she is my half sister.”
“Then why me?”
“Because she belongs to me.”
Terry stood up quickly. “You’re a sick, deranged person. So, in other words, you had absolutely nothing against me to begin with.”
“Other than that and the fact that Dana left me for you, no.”
“You’re going to jail.”
“They’ll merely throw me into Juvie. I’m not quite of age yet,” Justin smiled. He stood up, his eyes level with Terry’s. “And, the insanity plea is always available. All I need now... Is you.” With that, he lunged into Terry, throwing him off balance. Falling backwards onto the carpet, Batman pushed his legs out, tossing Justin away and into the wall. Blood slowly slid down from his lip. “You’re going to pay for that, McGinnis.”
Terry took a step back towards the patio door. “I don’t think so.”
Justin lunged forward again, but this time Terry jumped out of the way. Justin’s head crashed into the glass patio door, shattering the door into millions of glass shards.
“When will this end, Justin?” Terry called out, watching the other man stand up uncertainly. “When will you finally be happy. Your revenge has already been completed. What do you have against me? Your reasons so far have been meaningless, and I’m not even sure as to whether they are real or not.”
The glass cracked under his feet as he stepped over to Justin. He reached out a hand. “I can help you if you let me.”
Justin laughed, his voice hoarse and throaty. “You can help me? I somehow doubt that.” He took Batman’s outstretched hand and threw him out onto the patio. “It ends today, McGinnis.”
“But, it doesn’t have to. Why hide in all this pain and hatred?”
“Because this is my life! Can’t you see that? You live in your perfect little world. Yes, you might have lost your father, but what about Bruce Wayne? I’m sure your relationship would extend past merely business associates. He is your guardian, he would take care of you if anything were to happen to you. Me? I have no one. At all.”
“Then why live like this?”
Justin stood there, glass shards in his hair and face. Blood was streaming down in rivers. “You’re right.” His eyes focused angrily on Terry’s. “But you’re still here.”
“Yes, I am.”
Suddenly, loud pounding on the front door could be heard.
“Open up! Police!” a muffled voice shouted from outside. Justin’s eyes darted wildly around him, looking for an escape path. The door burst open from the force of the police force and Commissioner Gordon stepped in. Her eyes narrowed when she recognized Batman standing outside on the patio with the suspect.
“Don’t let him get away,” she commanded. She took a gun out of her coat and took a step forward. “Jason Mannings. I want your hands up in the air. Batman, we’ll take it from here. There’s no where he can run.”
“Wait,” Terry protested. Commissioner Gordon looked at him sharply, silencing him. He took a step away from Justin. The only thing he could see was the fear in Justin’s eyes. It was clear that he had never planned this.
Justin’s mind raced. Eyes clouding over, he realized that there was only one thing to do. With a leap, Justin lunged off the patio.
Batman opened his wings and was about to jump down after him when he felt a gun to his head. “Don’t do it, McGinnis.”
“I can’t let him die.”
“He’s a lost cause.”
Terry’s breathing increased as he struggled with the demons inside himself. With a burst of energy, he shouted “No! He isn’t!” and jumped after Justin.
Life wasn’t pleasant. It never was. He closed his eyes, willing the memories to escape him, but it was of no use. They were right when they said that right before you died, your entire life would flash by right before your eyes.
His entire life did, and it looked like hell.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling loved as a child. He never had a mother who would hold him at night after a terrible nightmare, or a father who would teach him how to hit a baseball properly. He never had any of these. The only thing he had was himself, his sanity. And even that was now gone.
He opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful sight ever. It was Gotham City at night. In the far off distance he could see the moon shimmering on the water. But before him, he saw a magnificent society. Granted, not everyone was happy, and not everyone was all that nice. But, he couldn’t entirely say without lying that he was never loved. He had Dana... and Christina... and... Dana.
He would always remember her as the first person ever who didn’t turn him away in disgust. Those were the times that he was truly happy, and those were the times that he would take with him forever.
He opened his eyes, and saw the face of his mother.
Her arms were wide open.
Batman approached the body slowly, tentatively. He was filled with immense sadness by the fact that he could have saved him. Terry knelt down. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. It was Barbara Gordon.
“You might have been able to save his life, but you still couldn’t save him, kid. You tried, that’s what counts. We’ll give him a proper burial.”
“His name wasn’t Jason Mannings.”
“It was Justin Sommers. His mother was Sasha McMann.”
Barbara narrowed her eyes.
“Commish? You might want to see this!” a voice called from inside the building. Barbara Gordon looked over to see who had spoken. She nodded her head and turned back to Batman. But, he was gone. Looking down, all she saw was a small white flower placed on the body of Justin Sommers.
“Bag it,” she called out as she walked away. Several officers rushed over to the body. It was going to be a long night.
Sunday 5:10 AM
Terry slowly opened the front door. His mother was probably resting. He had a feeling that there would be a long lecture coming up. The apartment was dark, as it usually was lately.
He slid the door closed and walked in. He needed a drink. He was back in his normal clothes, the suit tucked and hidden in the bookbag hanging on his shoulder. He quietly walked into the kitchen, not wanting to wake anyone up.
He looked around quickly. It was still dark, but the sun had begun to rise outside. There was enough light to see two figures sitting at the kitchen table.
He flipped the lights on, bathing the room in a fluorescent light. Mr. Wayne sat at the table with Ace by his side. Mary McGinnis held a mug of coffee tightly in her hands as she sat there, staring intently at her eldest son.
“Mom... I-” Terry began, but was interrupted by his mother.
“Your CEE scores came in sometime in the past few days.”
Terry groaned. The College Entrance Examination was a test that he had accidentally failed to appear for. It was the one thing he needed besides grades that would guarantee him a place in a local college.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
Looking at her, he could see that she wasn’t asking about the test score. He walked to the table and sat down. Bruce Wayne stood up.
“I’ll be leaving now, Mrs. McGinnis. Thank you for the coffee. Terry,” Bruce nodded at him. He left the room with Ace at his heels.
Soon only Terry and Mary were left alone in the rising sunlight.
“I couldn’t tell you,” Terry began. He then found himself unable to finish. “Are you all right?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I am, thanks to you,” she smiled. “Mr. Wayne explained everything to me, saving you the trouble.” She stood up, her eyes shining. “All this time I’ve been imagining the worst about you, Terry.” She walked over to Terry and enveloped him in a hug. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I just want you to know how proud I am of you.” Mary pulled away, staring at the face that had always reminded her of her deceased husband.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the torment I’ve put you through, all the pain... Disappointment.”
“Disappointment is something that I will never feel towards you.” Mary started walking away, leaving her son staring thoughtfully out the window.
“Yes?” she paused, turning back to Terry.
“Happy Mother’s Day.”