<strong>Terry McGinnis, Neo-Gotham.  Year, 2042, January 24th.  Current Time; 12;00 PM.  Location; Wayne Manor</strong><br/><br/>A month after the whole deal with the Joker, THE Joker, the Crown Prince of Crime himself possessing the body of Tim Drake of all people through some pretty creepy tech stolen and turned to his own purposes when Tim had been the unwilling brainwashed prisoner of the same insane clown, Bruce had called Terry into their little hideaway underneath the manor after another successful patrol that had ended with ten more idiot robbers behind bars.  Whistling a tune since despite breaking up with Dana....again, this time probably for good although he had thought that a few times before except this time really did seem to be the end of it for good since she had never slapped him before, about the same time that the real Joker had appeared.  Figured as much, he had saved the city from the worst criminal the original Batman had faced and he got dumped a week later.  Making his way into the Batcave through the secret entrance in the manor's first floor den, Terry stopped his whistling as he saw that Bruce was at the computer as always when he was out saving the day.  "So boss, what's going on?"<br/><br/>Terry was like him in many ways but he was also his own man in many ways as well.  But after that last harrowing fight it was time to reward his young protege considering few people could have so easily dispatched the Joker and lived to tell the tale.  Terry had proven again after two years of wearing the costume that he had made a legend in his own days as the Dark Knight that he indeed deserved the role he now bore.  Turning back to the computer, Bruce pulled up an image of Isla McFarlene, taken 30 years ago.  "This is a neutral zone where heroes and villains of all sorts tend to wind up to get away from it all.  The image is 30 years old but given that you've taken down one of Gotham's most lethal and insane members of crime that has ever existed while saving Tim's life at the same time, I find myself unwilling to let you go on without getting some much needed rest and relaxation.  You've more than earned it Terry.  There are a few rules concerning the place.  There's no fighting allowed and everything is allowed save for bodily harm and destruction of property, in the way of relaxing.  Whether that might lean towards recreational drug use or sexual experimentation, it is all allowed there."<br/><br/>Terry had to raise an eyebrow at that.  He wasn't into drugs so that wasn't going to be coming up anytime soon most likely, but a bit of fun in the sun with every hero and villain in existence, many of which he had gone up against in some form or another here in Neo-Gotham was quite an intriguing proposition.  The only problem was it was in the past and they were 30 years into the future.  How was he going to get there?  As if reading his mind Bruce gave one of his customary grins.  "I have a way, or I wouldn't have offered Terry."<br/><br/>"Just point me in the right direction boss."  Terry replied, grinning a moment later as he set off to pack, only to find Ace standing at the stairs before looking towards a pile of bags that had his name on them.  "You know me too well."  Bruce just nodded and grinned a little wider which Terry wasn't sure he appreciated or was a bit creeped out by the old man's readiness to send him off.<br/><br/>"Just be careful.  It IS a haven for super villains as well as heroes, and while they are not supposed to fight or harm the other patrons there, it has been known to happen."  "So don't start a fight and don't get caught with my pants down.  Hey, this is me you're talking to."  Terry replied cheerfully before being given directions to the time machine or magician or whatever that was going to send him on his way.  "It's a week long trip so I'll see you back in that time.  Enjoy yourself Terry."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><strong>Year, 2012, Present Day and time.  Location;  Isla McFarlene.</strong><br/><br/>After the time jump 30 years into the past, 18 year old Terry, his time's Batman, appeared on the beach right by the docks, all but landing on his face in the dirt.  Thankfully he had kept the suit, much to Bruce's annoyance he was sure since while he had said this was supposed to be neutral ground, he wasn't about to take a chance either.  Appearing on the beach in the Batsuit had at least made his landing tolerable if not a bit embarrassing as he groaned, having been hit harder than that, a lot harder, so he was quick to get to his feet.  Spitting out the sand he had swallowed, Terry dusted his black and red suit off a moment later before seeing that he had his baggage all around him.  The spell would last until the week was over so he had plenty of time to enjoy himself.  Oddly enough he remembered seeing the old and granny aged Harley Quinn and down the beach there she was, as young as she had ever been and looking quite good to the eye no less.  Still, he wasn't interested as he nodded to the cabana boys as they helped get his stuff to a room, giving him a key on their way by.  "Thanks."  He replied, his voice cold and stern, having long since adopted a different way of talking when he was in the suit so his two lives would remain separate as long as he could get away with it.  It had worked so far so he kept at it.  For now he wandered off and quickly found himself face to face with a far younger Tim Drake of all people and a girl he didn't immediately recognize.  "Sheesh, talk about deja vu.  Tim Drake?"<br/><br/>Terry ran over to the young version of the guy he had just beat the tar out of a month ago, realizing quickly that he probably wasn't in the same timeline so this Tim probably wouldn't know about his being kidnapped and turned into Joker 30 years later.  He probably wouldn't want to talk about it anyway so Terry didn't have any plan to bring it up regardless.  "Tim Drake, as I live and breath.  Who's your friend?"  Terry asked, smirking behind the cowl that he'd recognize all too well he was sure even if it was 30 years ahead of his time.  The tech behind the Batsuit II was 18 years old in Terry's time but it was still cutting edge stuff even then.  All that aside, the new Batman took a spot by the two and nodded before removing the cowl, revealing his face to the two superheros.  "Name's Terry McGinnis, guess you could call me a future version of things to come, 30 years from now to be honest."