Gotham City The sun broke out over the horizon spreading its light over the entire city of Gotham. The light revealed the debris filled streets, reflected brightly off the water too stubborn to withdraw back into the ocean, the skeletal remains of many of the city's once proud buildings illuminated by its rays, and the lifeless remains of those killed by the earthquake and tsunami joined the remains of those whose eternal slumber was disturbed by soil so wet it could no longer keep them locked away safely within it. It was nowhere near the city Gothamites once boasted that it was despite its shadowy history. The nights were victim to every madman who saw it as an opportunity to indulge their inner monsters. With so many missing or dead along with the massive amount of destruction, the GCPD and even Batman found it difficult to stem the tide of injustice that seemed to be both aftershock and subsequent waves to crash against the city. The only safety people truly had now was daylight and the shadowy underbelly of Gotham was even beginning to encroach upon that. Not even Wayne Manor seemed to be spared of injustice. It became a victim as looters crashed within stealing anything that wasn't bolted down or didn't look valuable at all. Luckily, all the fail safes worked and the batcave was spared from intruders of the human variety. Still, the earthquake took its toll on it. chunks of debris now littered the cave rendering the batwing useless and causing the car to sport several new dents. Worse than that, the computer had taken some damage and was in desperate need of repair. With the satellites down, LAN lines down, and no other way to call the others, it was imperative that Bruce get the computer up and running it had access to modes of local communication that he had set up. If they were relatively undamaged, he might be able to get a message throughout Gotham. Bruce lay on his back under the panels of the computer when faithful Alfred approached him. Flashes of blue light revealed the bruised body of his employer and friend, "Master Bruce, any closer to getting it up and running?' "The damage is extensive, Alfred, but, yes, I think I'm close," Bruce replied as he slid out from under the computer and looked up at Alfred. He was holding a paper plate and a bottle of water. "I'm sorry, sir, all the fine dishes have walked away with the looters," Alfred spoke up, "You really ought to take a break and eat. Even something as small as this sandwich. You've been working non-stop since the disaster. Do you even know how long that is? One week, sir, one week! You are out patrolling the streets at night and during the day you're working in here." After he took the bottle and twisted off the top, Bruce replied, "You haven't seen what I have, Alfred, and it's not just Gotham. At night I can still see the glow of the flames from across the river. Metropolis has it just as bad and with the sun being hidden by that thick cloud of ash, Clark won't be as strong as usual," not even this disaster would have stopped the Man of Steel, but with less exposure to sunlight, Metropolis' most powerful protector would eventually struggle as any human would and would need help, "I'm sure it isn't just Gotham and Metropolis, too. That earthquake was massive, Alfred, the others must have felt it as well. The only way we'll ever find out is if I can establish a mode of communication. This is the only way I can think to help everyone; not just Gotham. I have to get it working." "But to what extent, sir?" Alfred objected and placed the plate on an empty spot on the computer's desktop, "You're running yourself into the ground. What good will you be to Gotham -to the world- if you're too weak to be of use to anyone?" Picking up a wrench, Bruce turned toward the computer, "I haven't heard from anyone yet; not from Robin, Barbara, Commissioner Gordon, anyone. I'm worried about them." Alfred opened his mouth to argue but Bruce had made a strong point for he, too, missed the others and worried for them, "Very well, Master Bruce. I'll leave you to it then." "Alfred, you haven't-" Bruce started. "No, no one yet, sir," Alfred interrupted before bowing to dismiss himself. "Thanks, Alfred," Bruce spoke up. as soon as Alfred disappeared, he turned back to the computer, "Now, what's wrong with you?" It took Bruce several more hours before he finally figured it out. After booting it up and running a system's check, he was able to determine that, even though not all of the infrastructure was operational, just enough was that he was certain that he could finally get a message out. Situating himself in the chair, Bruce began, "This is Batman. If you're hearing this, then Gotham needs you. We need to regroup and devise a plan to retake our city. You know where to find me." Leaning back in his chair, he hit the send button. The frustration of knowing that this message would only reach those in Gotham ate away at him. Now for the worst part...waiting.