"It's a warhead," said Nygma, simply. "Rās Al Ghūl has a nuclear warhead with a blast radius of seven miles...big enough to destroy most large cities."

He said this only to Dick, no one else was present. It was only half an hour ago that Nygma had cracked the code on the data file, and then he'd quietly radioed Dick and told him everything.

"Why does Rās need an atom bomb powerful enough to destroy an entire city?" asked Dick, quietly.

"My guess, he wants to destroy an entire city, Dick." Edward leaned back in his chair and let out a breath. "But I have no idea which one. The only options I can think of are New York...or Metropolis."

"Ever since his army killed Superman, Metropolis has gotten almost as violent and criminal as Gotham once was," agreed Dick.

"So...what do we do, boss?"

Dick paused for a second, before turning to walk out the door.

"I don't know."

Jason woke to Harley shaking him awake.

"Red...Red, it's Dick. Eddie found what was on that file, and Dick's called a meeting about it."

Jason groaned, before slowly climbing out of his bunk and following her to Dick's meeting.

Drury Walker's eyes flickered open, and he took in bright, blinding lights and repetitive sounds, and an aching dryness in his mouth.

"Wha...waterr..." he coughed, gasping slightly as he looked around with some difficulty.

He was in the asylum's medical building, in the surgical ward. Virgil sat next to him in an old chair, his head drooped on his chest as he slept.

"Ver...Verge...Virgill...Virgil..." he gasped again, and the young hero beside him yawned and looked up at Drury.

"Oh, jeez, Drury, it's good to see you awake," he said, gently patting the injured man's shoulder.

"Wah...water, please..."

"Oh, yeah, sorry...I must've dozed off..." Virgil stood up biefly and walked over to the water cooler on the other side of the room, filling a cup before walking back over.

Drury eagerly drank much of it in a few gulps, before Virgil drew his hand away.

"Not so faster, Drury, you'll make yourself sick."

Drury waited until the cup was returned to his mouth, before drinking slower.

"What...happened..?" he asked, feeling a little less weak.

"You got shot, Moth. We got what we went in for, but we had to go fast as in order to get you out in time."

"Anyone else...hurt..?"

"Bane's gone, Moth."

Drury sighed, and looked away.

Bane had never been a friend of his, or anyone for that matter, but he'd still been part of the team.

He was now just another name to be written on a monument.

And Drury hoped his name wouldn't suffer the same fate.

"Rās Al Ghūl has armed himself with a nuclear warhead capable of destroying an entire city," said Dick to everyone as they sat motionless around the table. Even Drury was there, having been lifted slowly into a wheelchair and pushed to the meeting by Virgil.

"Well, Dick, in case you haven't noticed, he's already destroyed half of Gotham, and the rest of it is filled with all his goons," said Deadshot, his leg now mostly healded and no longer in a splint.

"Dick and I believe his target is Metropolis," said Edward, leaning fowards in his chair.

"It makes sense," said Virgil. "Now that Superman's gone, it's become yet another crime-ridden paradise. It's like New York after dark over there."

"So, how a re we going to stop Rās using the nuke?" said Drury, rolling towards Dick.

Dick paused, knowing full well what his answer had to be, but not sure whether it should be.

"We don't," he said simply.

Harley, Virgil, and Drury gasped. Edward looked at his feet, not willing to show anyone the shame of his suggestion carved on his face. Deadshot, Anarky, and Jason simply sat still.

"Our weapons, our equipment...all the supplies we have left aren't nearly enough to take on that army. Chances are, Rās will have the whole place holding the warhead locked down with enough armed guards to occupy Paris. Drury is still half dead, Edward has no weapons or combat training, Deadshot's still injured...We just don't have what it takes to take him on."

"So what the hell do we do, Dick?" said Harley, standing up angrily.

"We run. We send messages to the Justice Society, the Teen Titans, and any remaining Justice League members, telling them to evacuate Metropolis immediatly, and then we get ourselves out of Gotham...permenantly."

Everyone looked at each other, mixed looks of realisation and horror dawning on their faces.

"No."

Dick turned to Jason.

"What?"

"No," repeated Jason as he stood up. "I am not going to abandon Gotham."

"Neither am I," said Drury.

"Jason, Drury...we have no choice," began Dick, but Jason cut him off.

"Remember your parents, Dick? They were murdered by people...villians like Rās. And you swore to get justice, to avenge your aprents, just like me when Joker...when Joker killed me...I came back looking to take revenge on everybody who'd done wrong by me..."

"My mom and dad were killed by the mob, not mercenaries and eco-terrorists."

"Doesn't matter, Dick," said Drury. "You call yourselves heroes because you bring hope and you fight for truth and justice. I was a villian because, I guess...deep down, I wanted to do the right thing too, but my belief in 'the right thing' was flawed. Yours wasn't. Everybody here wants to do nothing more than the right thing. We want justice."

"If we even try to do this, we die trying, alright? We die, and Metropolis burns," said Edward, pointing at Drury.

"So what if we die trying? At least we die doing the right thing. And if I die doing anything..." Drury struggled to talk as he slowly lifted himself out of his chair and onto his weak legs, "...I'll die bringing hope, and fighting for truth and justice."

Everyone looked at him, before Jason walked out of the room.

"Look, Nightwing," Drury said, walking slowly towards the young hero. "You seem to be suggesting that we give up. But let me ask you this: in this moment, at this very second...would the Batman have decided what you have?"