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Fic: Schway; Terry/Dana; Rish

Title: Schway
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Terry Mcginnis/Dana Tan
Rating: Rish
Warnings: Descriptions of violence and vague references to sex
Disclaimer: not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1500w
Author's Notes: Written for zoe_chan on the fic or treat meme.


Dana had thought it would all end when he started working for the old man. She knew she would see him less often, but she figured that was fine so long as the fighting stopped. She was prepared make that sacrifice to keep him safe from the gangs and the violence.

That wasn't how how it happened, though. The fighting, the mood swings, the distance between them, it all just seemed to get worse, rather than better when he started his new job.

It was unexpected, and more than a little terrifying to see the number of bruises and cuts increase so much in such a short period of time. It was so scary to see him pulling back, not just from her but from his family, and his other friends at school. The most frightening part, to her at least, was that he was trying to hide it from her, now.

He still had the bruises, the cuts and the sore limbs. However, rather than sheepishly confessing, to her when it was all over. All he had for her now were lies and guilty blue eyes. Now there were no explanations, no 'I'm sorrys', no promises to stop. He just shut her down and blocked her out.

Rather than letting her fuss and coo over him and his injuries, he brushed off her attention. When they made love, he tried to hide the bruises by keeping his clothes on or the lights off. When she kissed his cuts, he squirmed uncomfortably. When she caressed his bruises, he moved her hands.

It didn't just end there. Other things came along with the fighting. Things that were just as scary as the cuts and bruises and bloody shirts.

Terry was a little more desperate these days, as well. He was not clingy or weepy or anything like that. Terry was never like that. He didn't have the capacity for that much neediness. He had always thrived on self sufficiency. Though now, when he held Dana, Terry always seemed even more reluctant to let her go.

As they made love, when he got past his embarrassment over cuts and bruises, there was an edge to it. It was almost as if he was afraid this would the last time they would ever have together. Like Dana was going to dump him tomorrow.

Or he was going to leave her.

It was nice in some ways, and absolutely terrifying in others. Terry had always been an emotional person, but never quite like this. Terry yelled and laughed and swore. He grinned and teased and fought. He had never clung to her like this before. He never held her like he was afraid to let go.

Losing his father had changed all of that.

She knew losing him would. She knew standing by him through it all would be painful and difficult and awful. She had prepared herself for the crying, for the depression, for the lashing out. She had expected it, but little of it ever came.

Terry didn't cry for her, or tell her how badly his missed his father. He just came to her with terrifying injuries, and lame excuses.

There were nights when she had to chase him out of her bed before her dad came home. He always acted almost like it hurt to let her go. It was how she was so sure, despite the dozens of blown off dates, that Terry really did love her. Though sometimes it was hard to remember that during the long days when he wouldn't even call.

But those nights that he was there, she could feel the depth of his feelings for her coming off of him, almost like waves of heat off of a sheet a metal. It filled the air and rubbed off on her skin when she lay naked in his arms.

It marked her like an invisible aura. It was a tattoo no one could see but Dana could always feel.

It was that feeling, that sense, that made her open the window when he tapped on the glass late at night.

She flicked open the lock to the window, and pushed it wide. Dana stepped back, and watched as Terry climbed quietly inside.

Dana's room was completely dark. She didn't turn a lamp on for him. Terry could see perfectly well in the dark, and her father was a light sleeper. If he came down the hall and saw her lamp lit, he would come in, and then there would be hell to pay.

The only light in her room came in through the window behind Terry. He was nothing but a large shadow in her window, before he untangled his long frame, and straightened.

“You missed a great party,” Dana started in, careful to keep her voice low, and her tone biting.

The rest of the things she had planned to say to him died in the space between them. The instant she caught sight of his face she realized how stupid, small and juvenile the things she had been about to say had been.

Sometimes, talking with Terry didn't feel like talking with a teenager at all. Sometimes, it felt like talking to her dad, or someone even older. Someone who didn't actually care about parties or dances or the things people said about them when they weren't in the room.

Sometimes, Terry seemed like her was one million years past anywhere Dana would ever be.

Sometimes, he even looked it.

He certainly did tonight.

Terry's eyes were were ringed with exhaustion. There were worry lines at the corner of his mouth. His shoulders were hunched, and his body slumped I ways that spoke of defeat and a weariness Dana would never understand.

Terry smiled tiredly at her.

“I'm glad you had a good time, Babe,” he said in a low, husky voice. “I hope you had enough fun for the two of us.”

Terry turned and shut the window behind him. Dana shivered as one last chilly gust of October wind cut through her thin nightshirt.

Terry caught the tail end of the shiver. He stepped further into the room and took Dana into his arms.

His long, hard body was warm against her own. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

She felt him smile against her hair as he said, “I bet your dad was thrilled when I didn't come to pick you up.”

“You making up for not ticking him off tonight by sneaking into his house to ravish his daughter while he sleeps in the next room?” Dana teased.

Terry's smile widened, and he tightened his hold on her.

“I was just after a kiss, but if it's a ravishing you got in mind...” Terry trailed off suggestively, and Dana laughed under her breath.

Terry was gentle when he made love to her, then. His voice was soft, and his hands were careful and caressing. It made Dana feel delicate as glass, as that aura Terry seemed to exude these days wrapped around her like some sort of drugging smoke.

She closed her eyes, and let it engulf them both as Terry moved over her, in her, all around her with a gentle persistence. When it was over, and she was laying naked in his arms, Dana felt almost drugged with it all.

It made the darkness that settled in around them, the bruises blooming on Terry's skin, the acrid scent of incendiaries that hung heavy in his hair seem almost surreal.

He pulled her in close against his body, and sighed contentedly. The languid, post-sex slouch to his frame gradually ebbed away as they lay together.

“I'm sorry about the party, Dan,” Terry said softly into darkness.

Dana could hear the years he'd experienced, but never lived, in his voice.

“It's fine, tiger,” she said as she nuzzled in close. “You're here now, and that's all that matters.”

“Schway,” Terry said in agreement, and kissed the top of her head. He reached over, and set the alarm on his watch to go off an hour before her dad woke up.

Then he smiled at her, and settled himself more comfortably in her nest of blankets.

Dana nodded, covertly running her fingertips over his chest. She ran them over every inch of him she could reach, searching for the injuries he wouldn't let her see with her eyes. Her stomach dropped out with a muted thrill of terror, as she located each new wound on his body.

Dana pulled in a shaky breath, and tried hard not to think about what he had done that night when she was off at the party. She tried not to think of what had given him those bruises. She tried not to think about what had had given him those brush burns. When she got to the long, sewn up gash at his hip, Dana made herself stop thinking altogether.

She pressed her mouth against his bare shoulder, and kissed him. She tried to hide the fear and desperation that seemed to have bled from him and into her as they made love.

“Yeah,” Dana said, moving her hand to one of the few uninjured areas on Terry's belly. “Schway.”


( 31 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 18th, 2010 06:13 am (UTC)
Awwww poor Dana, I just want to hug her up after this. Such a wonderful look at how the change in their relationship affected her.
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:07 pm (UTC)
I spent the entire series wondering WHY she let him walk all over her. I GUSSED it was because she was a teenage girl in her first relationship. I like to think it was something more like this.
Nov. 18th, 2010 06:47 am (UTC)
asdfasdfasdfsdf You wrote Batman Beyond fic.

Hold on, brain recovering from the massive awesome attack...

OKAY I'M GOOD. This was lovely! Poor Dana. Superhero relationships are hard.
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:09 pm (UTC)
YOU KNOW... I was GOING to write this seriously elaborate BB fic where Tim goes to the future, is disgusted by how little Bruce trained Terry and then just does it HIMSELF.

Then I read the BB mini series and got disgusted and now I will probably never write it. :(

I got about 15 pages of outlines for this story. Stupid mini series and it's AWFUL characterization. >:(
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:15 pm (UTC)
Aaaand this is why I didn't keep reading after the first issue! WRITE IT ANYWAY. Rewatch the actual show, it'll help.

...also, toon!Tim. :-(
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)
I read to issue four, skimmed five and then spent the next twenty minutes texting Gloria about how STUPID it was.

I was planning a big rewatch but I think I let the mini just turn me off on the whole idea.

I mean, I could GET behind Dickie being a villain if it was done RIGHT.

It was not.

At all.

In any way.

Also, this whole shit with Catwoman? WHat the fuck? He HAS a Catwoman. TEN is his Catwoman. I LIKE Ten. She's AWESOME. I mean, I'd never want him to leave Dana for her, but she was still a complex and interesting character. It was like they just THREW HER AWAY so they could stick closer to a greater Batman mythos that they were BY DEFINITION OF THE SERIES, trying to leave behind!

Anyway for my story I was going to write Terry into the MAIN universe. Stick with the fundamental basis of his series with the back history of the main DCU, rather than DCAU.

MOSTLY because I can't write Toon!Tim. He's not MY Tim, you know? He's an OK Tim. Just not mine.

Besides he wouldn't be able to serve the function I needed him for in the plot.
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Nov. 18th, 2010 07:27 am (UTC)
It must have something to do with the uniform. Once someone places on a bat-uniform their personal relationships leap straight into the crapper and they loose all ability to communicate anything.
Poor Dana, I love how you make this from her POV and include all of their relationship in this as it devolves. It seems to be so very hard to be in a relationship with one of our Bats
Nov. 18th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
Or it's just Bruce's influence. If he can't get any, NO ONE CAN.

That's the REAL reason he fired Dick. Dick was getting laid too often.
Nov. 19th, 2010 03:10 am (UTC)
Of course that was the reason. Dickie is the DCU Slut and Bruce just couldn't take it anymore. :)
Nov. 19th, 2010 04:24 am (UTC)
Wait, then why did Dick fire Tim? :OOOOO
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Nov. 18th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
This was completely amazing. I read it last night, and I wanted to comment, but, um. Brains. In any case, I really love how perceptive Dana is. She doesn't know what exactly is going on, but she knows it's something, and that Terry loves her--even if he's a bit of a doof about it sometimes. ♥
Nov. 19th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
I'm glad that you liked it. <3

Dana isn't dumb. There has to be SOME reason she stays with Terry. She knows deep down that he needs her.
Nov. 19th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC)
Love this. I just recently started watching Batman Beyond after years of fighting it (I didn't think I'd like anyone but Bruce as the Bat) and wouldn't you know I love it. I actually incorperated Terry into my own fics recently. Not a big Dana fan but I love how you wrote her side here and got in her head. It was very sweet but heartbreaking.
Nov. 19th, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
Oh I felt the same way for a really long time but I fell in love with Terry. <3

I like Dana. I think she's good for Terry.
Dec. 17th, 2010 05:36 am (UTC)
So, yeah, I'm late to the party, but GUH, I think you did an amazing job with this fic! :D

I had always felt that Dana was never very well developed to be a full character (and really, she was more of supporting cast anyways). This fic really shows what could have been, and makes me sad and happy for her all at the same time~ <3

good stuff!
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