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[hijackofgotham-blog]

As Tommy looked out over the destruction of the square, he let out a small sigh. Jumping down into the dust and rubble that had seemingly enveloped the area, he looked around for the particular store he’d been asked to loot. It felt a little rough, stealing from a place that had just been torn apart, but the explosion gave him the perfect cover. He’d get in, get what he needed, and get out.

After searching for a few minutes, he found what he was looking for. Al’s Pawn Emporium. He let out a laugh as he made his way through the damaged door, and slowly crept to the back. Climbing over the counter, he knelt to the floor and looked for the safe that was supposedly kept underneath the cash register. Slipping his phone out his belt, he attached a cord to the tumbler and let the app do the work. He was just about to say how easy it was, when he heard a voice from the other side of the counter.

Standing up, he turned to face them. “Can I help you? I’m a little busy,” 

[nightfall-is-coming-blog]

The bombing | Self para

Ela couldn’t believe it. The story of a lifetime falling directly in her lap and she can’t get access to anybody involved. Hundreds of people killed, even more injured, and Catwoman among the casualties? Not that she could complain, she was all for the heroes’ ranks being depleted, but still, she needed this story and there was no way she was gonna get it smiling about another hero’s death.

Although, she didn’t need her sources to know who had done this. The Joker had struck again, and this time he didn’t seem to have any actual victims in mind. Just wanted to create as much chaos as possible. And although she was all for chaos, she didn’t condone the senseless murder of the innocent. Especially not children. She was a criminal, a villain, yes, but she wasn’t a monster. Not the way the Joker was.

She sat in her car outside the hospital, where people crowded around behind a police line around the entrance. Seemed like she wasn’t the only one interested in the details of the injured victims. Unfortunately she wasn’t a friend or family with any of the injured, and she knew damn well from experience that the last thing they would want to see was a reporter. She wouldn’t even be able to make it through the police line. Nobody hated the press like the police did.

“Fuck everything.”

She was gonna get this story. There was no way she wouldn’t. And she would get it by any means necessary.

She got out of her car.

[unbecomiing]

Upon regaining consciousness, a sharp sting was felt. Not in any specific spot —— the unwavering pain seemed to be all throughout. She remained in a groggy state, undoubtedly due to the morphine coursing about her veins. There was continuous beeping, not similar to the annoying whine of an alarm clock; they were paced out, one, two, three, BEEP, gentle and soft on ears. When Nerezza attempted to first open her eyes the bright interior was anything but welcoming on her eyes, leaving her momentarily unable to see. An inaudible word soon followed as she lifted a hand to examine her body. She came to the realization that she suffered various bone fractures and third degree burns. ‘ Fucking hell, ’ she said with a frown. ' Hey! Would you mind telling me what happened? Please? I can’t remember anything. ’

[rowanxqueen-blog]

@chawke

dark hues soften in relief at the sight of a familiar face ‘ thank god, you’re alright.’ the words fall from her lips in the form of a  breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. ARTEMIS cloaked in black leather had been one of the first responders ( before she herself had to be taken away ) and she had seen first hand the damage this catastrophe had caused. the thought of her brother lying cold and mangled along with the other bodies had left a sickening feeling in her gut ---- she already had one person close to her heart injured in the explosions, she wasn’t sure she could handle a second. ‘ i was getting so worried --- i wasn’t sure if you were there. ’

[rowanxqueen-blog]

@martyree

a loud click of the dull eggshell door as she carefully pushes it closed makes rowan flinch ----  it wouldn’t be too long before they noticed the illusive artemis had escaped her room && came looking for her, but the sight of her best friend laying on cheap linen sheets draws her bedside. ‘ BETH ---- i’m so sorry. i should have BEEN THERE for you. ’ her voice was hushed, barely bellow a whisper. the threat of being caught kept every fiber of her being on edge, but it was a risk she was willing to make ---- after all, she felt party responsible. ‘ i should have done something. ’  she reaches to take a dainty palm into her own, softly squeezing in a show of comfort.

[nethemery-blog]

Ruin & Rubble.

So much for the job Emery had been in the middle of. Part of the building he’d been in was within the blast radius of a massive explosion that had suddenly gone off.  Most of it had collapsed in on itself, killing numerous people and trapping dozens more. Thankfully Em managed to dig himself out and seemingly sustained only minor injuries. Other than some gashes on his face and hands and what was probably a bruised rib or two, he appeared to be fine. Stumbling out of what little remained of the building and amidst the rubble of the ruined square, he could hardly believe the destruction that surrounded him. “What the hell happened?” There were people scattered everywhere - people injured, people dead, people helping others. Emery had no clue what to do.

[hedasteyuj]

Apart from a lot of smoke, a burning, ripping sensation and the eardrum shattering boom of an explosion, Amelia had no recollection of what had happened at Gotham Square. She had heard the nurses talking about a bomb in passing, the Joker’s name was mentioned once or twice, but no one had time to stop and explain.

The entire right side of her body was covered in burns. Third-degree. The lesions licked up the side of her neck, reaching as high as her cheekbone and she was pretty sure she was missing an eyebrow. They snaked around part of her abdomen and only left a third of her back unmarred. Even now that they were hidden under fresh bandages, Amelia could still see fleeting images of the bloody mess painted across the backs of her eyelids. 

“You know, I’d probably be more upset if I didn’t know that this is gonna heal in about the same time as a bad sunburn.” Amelia informed the bowl of soup on the tray to her right. The nurse had left it there after she had failed to get the bed-ridden girl’s attention for a little over thirty minutes. Giving it a dazed grin, she lazily wrapped the tube of the morphine drip around her bandaged hand. “Or if I wasn’t this ridiculously drugged up.” Apparently not only the effects of alcohol wore off much faster than they did with the average human being, the same was true for pain killers and sedatives. They had to keep the dosage high to prevent the young Goodwill from shouting the house down, in spite of the excessive nerve damage she had sustained.