On some level, Terry knew that calling him by name would rile him up. Maybe that was even the teenager's intention, but he didn't anticipate getting this intense of a reaction from a man who isn't old, bitter, and in a lot of ways, very tired. (Far more tired than the old man's willing to admit.)

But there's no time for that, as hurried footfalls and muffled voices alert him to the returning presence of the criminals they were both in pursuit of.

"Must've forgot something," Terry says, reaching around into his bag to yank out his suit's mask, at the very least. He tugs it on, hiding his face and effectively making himself look more like the armored bat in front of him. "Time to rumble. I'll explain later."