Chapter two
Batman jumped out of the Bat Mobil his black cape blowing in the wind as he ran swiftly up to the studio, bursting in the door, it was too late. Two of the walls were blown out and everything else was charred and falling to pieces, the bomb had shattered the glass and chips of it scattered across the floor, and crunched under Batman's boots.
The cold blast of frigid night air swept through the broken down studio and the ashes were caught up in the wind. Batman scanned the area with his eyes and went into the remains of the sound panel, he found the tape from the broadcast that night and picked it up. He could hear the clatter of the police coming up the stairs now, he swung down from the open gash in the wall and to the Bat Mobil.
The wind was strong and bitter and it stung Batman's face as she landed into the Bat Mobil and headed back to the Bat cave. The night sky was a cloudy purple ink, and there was a dim ring around the pale crescent moon. The Bat Mobil sped down the dark alley and pulled up into the Bat Cave, the tawny light not much more than flickering shadows.
Batman put the tape in and sat back in his black chair, the moist cold of the Bat Cave felt better than the street did that night. The broadcast was suddenly on the huge screen, Batman would watch it five times that night, with one question, what could they want with reporter Jack Mitchell?
Then, later that night, as Bruce in his black silk robe sat in the leather chair in his den, his black hair still damp from a shower. He turned on the news, and every channel was the same…