Batman was too trained to make any noise, but Terry knew he was surprised. A part of him half expected Batman to just come in through the window, but he shook the childish thought away immediately.
After a minute passed by in silence, he just went back to filling out his reports, figuring Batman was taking the long way around. He was probably was going to have a look around in the building, too, so Terry settled himself in for a wait.
Bruce, being himself, proceeded to keep him waiting. It annoyed Terry more than a little bit, but it didnÆt worry him.
He had nothing to hide.
Nothing that was in this building, at the very least.
It wasnÆt until nearly twenty minutes later that Mother Box shook against his chest again, causing him to raise his head and look at the door.
ôCome in,ö He said, signing one last form as the door slid open. ôTo be honest, IÆm kind of disappointed you just came through the door. IÆd kind of hoped to be on the receiving end of your famous sudden appearances.ö
It was kind of childish, but heÆd really wanted to see the old man in action, kind of like a tiny little ninja wanting to see his daddyÆs awesome skills. But even Batman had to wake up pretty early in the morning to get something past Mother Box.
ôThereÆs no point if you already know IÆm here,ö Batman said, taking one step over the doorway and letting the door close behind him. He let his cloak flow over him, hiding his hands completely. They might have been close to his utility belt, ready for anything, or they might be completely at easeùTerry couldnÆt tell, which was probably the idea. ôYouÆre pretty observant for an ordinary businessman.ö
It was almost an accusation, but mostly an attempt to probe for information.
ôYes, well, IÆm awesome,ö Terry replied, not falling for it. ôWould you like to tell me why youÆre here, Batman?ö
ôYou donÆt seem surprised to see me.ö He noted.
ôThatÆs not an answer,ö Terry sighed. ôBut no, Batman; if anything, IÆm kind of surprised it took you this long to come see me.ö
ôWhy would I come see you?ö Batman asked, tone all business, urging Terry to talk rather than provide any answers of his own.
Terry resisted the urge to role his eyes as the basic interrogation technique, but kept talking anyway. He could stay silent, but that would just make Bruce even more suspiciousùand itÆs not like Batman had anything on him. He couldnÆt, since Terry hadnÆt done anything wrong.
But Bruce was talking business so he straightened up and did the same.
ôYouÆre suspicious of me, of my background, of my company, of my closeness to Superman, of my inventions, of my intentions, etc.ö Terry made a rolling gesture before shrugging. ôAny of those or all of them. Maybe even a few I missed. Now, if you have any actual questions for me, IÆd be more than happy to answer them. Or you can continue letting me ask the questions and answer them and we can string this along. But can we hurry this up? I have a lot of paperwork to finish. Not that this conversation isnÆt riveting or anything.ö
He had a feeling the Bruce was glaring at him behind that mask but he ignored it and continued.
ôIf you wish to check to make sure my company is on the level, then feel free to do so. I have no intention of hindering your investigations in anywayùthough there are naturally things my company will need to keep hidden, such as the designs of our products. If you would prefer, then instead of snooping around at night, you can come by with Superman in the daytime; IÆll clear things with the front desk and you can look around as much as you want. As long as you donÆt antagonize them or hinder their work, you can even speak to my employees.ö Terry offered. ôYou can even stop by to question me after whatÆs probably going to be a sleepless night when IÆm sure to be easier to question.ö
When Batman didnÆt reply, he took the silence as consent and reached for the notepad on his desk to scribble himself a reminder. Looking back up at Bruce, a childish part of him wished he could see the manÆs face. He was willing to bet Batman had never received a response like this to one of his investigations.
ôIs there anything else I can help you with, Batman?ö
The Dark Knight was silent for a long moment, just watching Terry.
ôWhy are you doing this?ö He asked and if Terry hadnÆt known any better, the felt he might have heard a faint trace of confusion in his voice.
ôI think you already know that. What does an innocent man have to fear from Batman?ö Terry asked rhetorically. ôYou wonÆt find anything, no matter how hard you look, because IÆve done nothing wrong and neither has my company. I have no intention to do anything wrong, either. I donÆt mean to boast, but I have no need to do soùIÆm already so successful. Why would I risk it all on some illegal scheme?ö
Batman stood as if heÆd half expected that. For a moment, Terry thought he was going to ask another questionùbut he didnÆt. Maybe at this point, he wasnÆt sure what to ask. HeÆd look around, Terry was sure, and go over everything with a fine-toothed comb, searching as much for questions as for answers, but Terry wasnÆt worried.
Bruce turned back towards the door.
ôIf Superman comes by tomorrow, IÆll invite him for a cup of coffee like I always do. If you want, you can come too. Goodbye, Batman.ö Terry said as he left.
As the door slid closed, Terry sighed quietly, before checking his watch and smiling.
The night wasnÆt over yet.
He still had time.