There was too much fog. It was unnatural. Speeding through the city, he was stopped dead in his tracks when from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a cluster of buildings, all ghastly and standing together like phantoms decaying in the middle of a city. He wasn’t the only one who had stopped to gawk at the grotesque sight. Onlookers lined the side of the road, quietly talking amongst themselves. For just one moment, Bart wanted to tell them that they were being idiots, that they needed to get inside and stop gossiping out in the open. Besides the fog and the buildings, nothing else seemed amiss and after checking the place over, he left the block and its people behind, without ordering them away.
He was able to make it through the doors of Isis and into the building without having to stop and speak with anybody. His only reason for being there was to make sure that Lana was okay and that the building was as secure as it needed to be. There were things out on the streets, creatures who didn’t belong and if Bart had any say at all, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere near her.
He was in her office less than a second after the building had come into view. Clearly, she was distraught and wanting to comfort her, somehow, he knelt down in front of her.
“It’s not that bad out there. This place has seen worse," he said quietly, reaching out to rest his hand gently on her cheek.