Prologue

The city that was once just viewed as the worst city in the continental United States, was now one of the worst cities to hold an insurrection of this caliber. The core, the damaged black heart was slowly dying. In its

asphyxiation, the remnants of the downtown area were up in flames. The buildings of apartments, sky rises, and federal buildings were targets. Explosions racked the night, the city was in pure chaos. Amidst the

scrambling and the terror, inmates of the police stations were let loose once the bombings had subsided. The holes that once held the murders of the worst possible kind, were blown open. The police force was

exhausted, and it had only been three hours of this madness. There was no time to ask questions, it was survival. The streets were flooded with masses of people. The four main bridges, connecting them to the

mainland were not up in flames, but worse. Flooded with bodies and people that lay dying, their blood pouring in the water below. It gave the illusion that the city was truly washing its reputation with the people's

blood. The people were in a panic, seeing their city going to hell. The theatre downtown was the only thing that seemed to be in a stable condition. The monarch theater unbeknownst to the citizens was the source of

the premeditated plans of the insurrection of the century. Together, all the people that once knew their hero and saviors were all asking within their minds, where are the heroes? Where are the white knights, and

freedom fighters? More importantly where is Batman?

Batgirl's POV

Barbra Gordon had concluded the Birds of Prey meeting after a successful raid of illegal narcotics within the Starling City boundary. She had been in her safe house location for only six minutes before she realized

something was wrong in downtown Gotham. The walls in her underground location were shaking, nothing catastrophic had happened since the earthquake many years ago. Oh Good God, please don't let it be another,

Barbra thought to herself. She remembered the hell that natural disaster caused, and prayed to God no natural disasters would happen again. She quickly ran to her computer chair and faced her large multiple screen

PC and attempted to boot up her computer. At that moment all the lights within her underground haven flickered and dimmed. This was indication that the back-up generator was working. Barbra's breathing increased

slightly. She didn't take any additional time when suiting up. She could be facing a thunderstorm, or even something small like a power outage. She didn't know what she would be facing, but she took things seriously

regardless of what it could be. She went back to her computer and tried to access her safe network. A large ERROR icon flashed upon her screen. "The network's down?" Barbra mused, concerned about the safety of her

connection. She unplugged her computer and PC so no one could trace her network back to her safe house, and worked her way up the streets via the sewer system. It was tedious, but the power was out and she

couldn't risk the capability of her generator not being able to support the elevator. Walking through the vermin and disgusting filth she pushed the man-hole cover and ascended from her heaven into the middle of hell.

Buildings were torched, the bridge separating Third Avenue from Uptown was littered with bodies of the dead. She only just stopped herself from gaging. The sky was filled with smoke, and ash, the debris fell out of the

sky like a light rain. Just then, she heard the screaming. Turning her head 168 degrees she witnessed a little girl become separated from her mother. Running to the child, she picked up the young girl and safely moved

her away from the collapsing building. Her mother had been the one screaming, the child didn't seem scared, just surprised. "Take your daughter, walk to the nearest source of water, and don't run. Avoid the bridges.

You'll be safe."

The mother nodded her head and started to walk with her younger girl in tow, walking towards the harbor, where it would be the safest. Barbra continued analyzing the downtown core. All the stores and shops were a

burning inferno. She hadn't the slightest idea of what had happened, and she was only concerned with protecting and saving the citizens she could. "Batgirl! Please! OVER HERE!" a young boy screamed at Barbra. The

young boy was stuck beneath a large scaffolding, and he couldn't move. "Are you hurt?" Barbra asked carefully, eyeing the young boy through the broken pieces of wood.

"No, I'm fine. Just get me out of this box."

"What's your name?" Barbra asked while moving the broken pieces.

"My name's Brody. Brody Elis Labelle. What's yours?" Brody asked smiling adorably.

Barbra smiled, "If I told you that I would be in danger. I'll give you a hint though, it's with six letters of the alphabet. How old are you Brody Elis Labelle?"

"I'm four."

Barbra worked her hands through the boards and pried the boards apart piece by piece. Brody waited patiently until he screamed.

"BATGIRL, BEHIND YOU!" Brody screamed.

Barbra turned her head and what she saw blinded her eyes for several seconds. Another explosion racked the skies, and another building near her and Brody swung unsteadily. Turning quickly she broke the boards and

pulled Brody out of the torn scaffolding. Carrying him away she grappled onto a secure building. Barbra felt helpless, what could she do in this situation? It was hell, and she was already feeling drained from all the

running around in Starling. Slowing her breathing she let out a sigh.

"What's going on? Batgirl, you aren't going to let the bad guys win are you?" Brody asked anxiously. Barbra despite the circumstances started to laugh weakly.

"I won't let anything happen to this city," Barbra stated stretching once more.

"You already have," a voice from behind stated menacingly.

Barbra turned around to face the gun toting former district attorney.

"Dent, put the gun down. I have a feeling this isn't your doing, tell me everything you know and I'll place you back in custody and tell the police you stayed the entire time, and that might reduce your sentence to 5

consecutive life sentences."

"I'm not here to make a plea with you, I'm here because all the criminals are out, and we're out to play. Try and stop us." Harvey stated his eyes not leaving Brody's, and flipped his notorious coin.

Without a moment's hesitation Dent fired two shots, however Barbra was ready to intercept. Flipping out of the way of the bullet's trajectory she kicked Dent straight in the chest, and forced the gun out of his hands.

Brody ran and hid behind the few crates on the rooftop. Before anyone could comprehend the building was set aflame by another explosive. Grabbing Brody and Dent she flew from the edge. Dropping Dent onto another

building she followed suit, with Brody on her back. Barbra landed smoothly, Dent couldn't say the same; he grunted in pain and stayed on his back. As far as Barbra knew he had no other weapons. Restraining him with

reinforced zip ties she left him there, on the building. "Can we do that again?" Brody asked smiling.

"Brody, I need to get you to a safe place, do you want to see the Batcave?" Barbra asked carefully making sure she was out of view so no one could hear.

"YEAH! LET'S GO!" Brody shouted.

Barbra wouldn't normally do something as crazy as bring someone to the Batcave, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and she knew that Alfred would look after him. She needed to regroup with Dick and

Damian anyway.