What happened

It was only after the smoke cleared that anyone in the city might have noticed anything different. The explosions stopped that day, but the cleanup and effects lasted the week. The City had things very carefully planned out. Though emergency crews, construction companies, and law enforcement worked throughout the week to clean up the mess and help the wounded by Saturday evening The City had seemingly reset itself back to it's previous state. All was as it had been before. The Voice building was back in working order, as were all the other bombed buildings. The debris had been cleaned from the streets and things were running smoothly again.

To the untrained eye, The City looked just as it had before. To the untrained eye.

But for anyone who was really looking, truly searching around and trying to figure out why those explosions had gone off, there was a slight change to the landscaping. Right on the very outskirts of the city. A new plateau area had formed, much like the one Wayne Manor sat on, but this was on the opposite side of the city. And whereas Wayne Manor was generally a very bright area with little sense of foreboding to those approaching, this place was almost the exact opposite. The weather wasn't any different here than it was in the rest of the city, but for those inside it seemed that way. It was colder, darker, damper. And there was most definitely a sense of foreboding.

What was this new building The City had chosen to create in the wake of chaos? Those in side may have called it prision, the fun house, a loony bin… all manner of names were possible. The doctors referred to what they did there as 'mental rehabilitation with the goal of seeing their patients fit to reenter the civilized world'. The sign outside of the building, bright and new, proudly proclaimed, 'Arkham Asylum for the Mentally Ill'.

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The first thought Kyle had when he felt the earth shake was, 'Damn. There aren't any signs up about how to handle earthquakes. We never had earthquake drills'. Then he looked at his light board which had fallen off of his desk smashed to the floor, and thought, 'Fuck.'

Then he saw the smoke.

That was when he finally thought to stand up and look away from his desk. How were his coworkers handling the impromptu earthquake. Or whatever it was. They weren't handling it very well at all, actually. For all he could see, they were running through the resulting smoke like chickens with their heads cut off. Kyle couldn't really blame them; they probably weren't used to stuff like this. Hell, he wasn't even completely used to stuff like this.

The art department for The City's newspaper was on one of the lower floors, so when Kyle finally got his wits together and started yelling and ushering people out of the doors, he could at least have some comfort in knowing they all had a good chance of getting out safely. No one seemed to notice when he backed away from the stairwell and ran back into the main area of the floor where all the artists had their desks set up.

He moved slowly through the smoke, making sure no one else was trapped in the room and once he was relatively sure, he raised his hand. A green gas mask covered his face, and Kyle took a deep breath, hoping that he hadn't already inhaled too much smoke. Next he created a lantern, which shined brightly through the smoke, allowing him to move quickly to the large windows.

Where was the smoke coming from? Kyle wasn't immediately sure, but he was definitely leaning more towards an explosion now. He just didn't know from where. Looking out of the windows, he could see smoke pouring from some of the lowers floors as well, and a slightly grey tinge in the air above make him think that something had to going on on the higher floors as well. Across the street people were pouring out of another office building and onto the street, pointing up at both buildings. Grey smoke was pouring from their windows as well.

The building shook again, and this time Kyle could hear an explosion coming from upstairs. It was time to get out.

Kyle backed away from the window, back into the smoke where he was sure no one would be able to see him as a green glow engulfed his body. When it died down, he was suited up completely, mask included. He had to help somehow.

Though, as he started breaking through the window so that he could fly out, Kyle couldn't help but hope that some of the other heroes in this place had heard the explosions. Because he was pretty damn sure that alone he wasn't going to be much good.

OOC: Just a note, as stated before, everyone can participate in this, whether your character wants to be a bystander or wants to try to rescue people or even wants to try and make the situation worse. Any of those options is cool! NPCs may even come and interact with your characters.

Don't worry. Something will come of this. So yes. Post!

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