Terry slid down off the wall and walked over. His boots were heeled to accommodate for the thrusters (it added a little over an inch to his height and had felt really weird until he'd gotten used to it), but that didn't seem to matter - he walked as silently as a cat. It had to be a skill that you just got when you became Batman, this ability to move silently, to arrive and leave before anyone could notice you were there. Came with the costume. Something. The stealth, the ability to slip through the shadows, was just such a part of Batman that it seemed like the universe would have no other choice but to make it so.

Terry looked into the box curiously, but didn't move to pick anything up quite yet. Things looked good enough. They looked impressively good. But....

"What's up with the box?"