Batingency Plan 19: In the Case of Inconceivable Odds
Doomed
Back at the Batcave, the League contacted Batman to find a broken and dark man in the place of the one they all knew.
After hearing his report a dark silence fell over the room. The infection had spread and taken everyone from him. The League reluctantly gave him the results of the lab test.
The antidote couldn't be aerosolized. It wouldn't allow enough of the antidote into the body and instead produced the opposite effect.
The small dosage of antidote had immunized the virus against the antidote. If they wanted to cure Gotham, they would have to synthesize a new antidote, which would be difficult, and possibly deadly to administer.
Batman shut off the link and sat in the dark, pondering his next step. A feeble noise came from the isolation rooms, which caused him to remember that Batgirl was here. She had been saved.
He ran down the hall to the isolation room. There, he found Batgirl, alive and back to normal. Well, almost normal.
Her whole figure looked as if it had been wracked with a deadly disease. Her face was sunken, she was starving. Her skin was pale white.
As he watched, trying to figure out how to help her, she fell over. Startlingly red blood poured out of her ears, the corner of her eyes and her nose.
Something had happened to her brain. And it had killed her.
Batman had an epiphany. He returned to the Batcomputer and hailed the League. There, he told them what had just occurred. And he told them his final plan.
"Gotham is lost. There is no way to save it. Once I end this conference, you are to destroy the island," Batman ordered.
"But what about you?" Wonder Woman asked.
"I am the hero this city needs. No where else could use me. I will stay with Gotham."
"Bruce, no, you can't!" Wonder Woman argued.
"I am not leaving them behind. There is no way to save them. There is no way to save me. Gotham is dead. Batman out."
Batman closed off the channel and walked out into the city, feeling bites and nail scrapes. He found Robin not far from where he left him, and he succumbed to the infection.
A squadron of bombers flew over Gotham, dropping a few bombs. The city exploded. The people burned.
But the world was safe. The infection couldn't spread. Batman had fulfilled his duty as a hero.
All was quiet.
I just killed off Batman. *Hastily looks over shoulder to make sure he isn't there* I hope you guys liked this story, even if it was a bit dark.
Have a greatical day,
Shadow