Moments later...
Bane returns to one of his bases with an army of his men standing in formation, and the giant stands above them on a platform like a military officer. Barely a scratch on him from his brawl with Batman. Though he is sporting a new mask. "The Batman is dead." Bane starts off. Feeling cocky, but he's hiding it well. Still as stoic and menacing as ever. "Now, begins phase three of the plan!"
Bane walks back and forth across the platform as he delivers his orders. "First: Team A will plant explosives around the exits of every Hospital, Firehouse, Police Precinct; any municipal building, and bar them inside while the city falls to ruin. Next, blow up the bridges so no one can escape."
The army of men are separated into groups, but Team C is the most heavily armed with the best gear. "Team B will move into Penguin's headquarters, kill him and his men. But do not kill the ones out on the streets, yet."
Bane stops and points to Team C. "Team C will infiltrate Arkham Asylum, break out every inmate, and kill the guards. And tell Killer Croc he is free to play."
Bane may seem cocky, but he is smart enough to be focused and not get ahead of himself. Then, he delivers the final plan with a sense of pride, but holds a sense of something sinister. "Team D! You will plant explosives around the gas factories, and when the time is right, when the world has seen a city fallen into ruin, we will destroy Gotham City."
Instead of falling to their knees in horror, everyone shouts, "Sir! Yes sir!"
"You all have your part to play. With Batman dead, there will be no one to stop you."
And then, he sends them off as Team A goes to their designated targets, and the rest patrol the city. And the city is oblivious to the passing of their savior, or in most cases, some are unaware of the outside world. Still barring themselves inside their homes.
Meanwhile, at the Batcave, Alfred was resting as the serum was kicking in. The same one Alfred used on Bruce. He had to use a smaller dose, of course. Alfred wakes up to a loud beeping noise once the effects of the serum had worn off. His half-asleep body starts coming to, lazily remembering where it is. Alfred rubs away the crust in his eyes, yawning as his throat feels dry and his body weak. He slowly starts to sit up and is alarmed by the incessant beeping. He turns to the Batcomputer, his vision still blurry. Then his mind kicks into gear. The beeping is a warning signal in case someone was in danger, or dead.
Alfred shoots straight up, albeit at his own elderly pace. He walks towards the Batcomputer, praying that it isn't who he thinks it is. And it is. His heart is about to give in again as he sees the tracker on the map belonging to Batman. Buried under six feet of rubble. An X-ray image of his body shows critical damage to his spine and his body. Alfred turns off the beeper and doesn't know what to do with himself or with Bruce. He stands there, frozen. Worried. Not even a body to bury, he thinks. A tear falls onto the dashboard, and another. Dick is gone. Barbara is gone. Then his mind goes back to Jason. He stops sobbing for a moment as he collects himself. "Jason." He whispers to himself. He tries to contact Jason, but he doesn't answer. Leaving Alfred with very little options.
He then accesses the computer to locate Jason on a map. He's still in Gotham City. And his X-ray shows little to no bodily harm. Last time he saw him he was in critical condition. Jason finally answers his call from Alfred, still having a bit of a soft spot to the esteemed butler. "Hello?"
"Batman's dead." Alfred's voice cracks.
Jason shoots up from his bed. He's using someone's abandoned house with pistols. Fashioned with a new look he took from the soldiers outside. Fitted with a hood. Not quite a helmet yet. He chuckles at the idea of Batman's passing. "Good," Jason barks back.
Alfred is taken aback by this. "Is your hatred so deep you would revel in this tragedy?" Alfred's voice emotional.
Jason shakes his head in disapproval. "You wouldn't understand."
"Master Todd, please, find Bruce's body!"
He finally hangs up, only waiting so long to hang up for Alfred's sake. Alfred is now left with nothing. He falls to his knees as he hangs his head in shame. Blaming himself for allowing things to get out of hand. Allowing Bruce to lose himself in this life. "I failed you." He mutters as he starts to break down. "I failed you.." he whispers quieter as his voice gets weaker, and his eyes start to water. "I'm sorry.."