Once the earthquake had eventually subsided, New Gotham had transformed from a peaceful city, during a normal Tuesday morning, into a city of chaos and sirens. While most buildings had remained intact, a few had collapsed completely. People ran around in the streets screaming. City officials such as police and fire personnel struggled to keep them in order. In Main Street near the court house a water main had burst, a fountain of water shot up into the sky 20 feet high. Fire hydrants nearby had also burst, a fireman helped an old woman, wet to the bone and carrying a poodle under her arm, to a set of stairs and calmed her down, speaking to her soothingly. Another helped a small boy who had had been hit in the head by a rock that had worked itself loose from a building and fell.

Meanwhile in Metropolis…
Clark had just returned from Antartica where he had helped a ship out of an ice bank. He felt cold and had decided to take a shower. When he finished he wondered into the living room drying his hair with a towel. He and Lois had taken the day off from work.
"Lois?" he called out.
"Over here honey! I'm making sandwiches," Lois replied in the Kitchen.
He smiled and walked towards the kitchen as he passed the television he heard something that made him freeze in his tracks.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news," a news caster appeared on the TV set. He looked directly into the camera and said, "We have received reports that New Gotham has been hit by an earthquake, officials…" he stopped and cocked his head slightly to the side, as if he was listening to something through his earpiece. His complexion suddenly paled and his mouth opened a little, "I…I've just been informed that it has been confirmed, New Gotham has been hit by and earthquake measuring 10.5 on the Richter scale. I repeat New Gotham has been hit by a earthquake measuring 10.5 on the Richter scale. We'll have more on this story as it breaks."

"Oh my God," Lois whispered behind him.
Clark turned towards her and mumbled, "I have to go…"

Helena crept out from under the counter, followed shortly by Leonard, both sported minor cuts to their hands and arms. Standing up they made their way through the bar, shards of glass cracking under their feet. Helena brushed bits of glass out her hair as she looked around her. The bar was a disaster. Every single bottle except a corona had fallen to the floor. Bits and pieces of the ceiling had fallen down on top of tables and chairs, shattering them. Leonard stared at the mess with his mouth open. His arm slowly snaked out and grabbed the remaining Corona. He twisted the bottle cap while still staring in disbelief and then took a long drawn sip from the bottle. After he swallowed he mumbled softly, "This is going to take ages to repair…"

Helena didn't hear him, she was staring at the gaping hole in the ceiling. If that fell on the counter we were under it would have killed us! She thought. Suddenly a name flashed in her mind and said it out loud as she turned and bolted out the bar, "Barbara."

Barbara opened her eyes slowly. The cold of the floor bit into her back. She lifted her head as her eyes tried to focus in the dark. She could feel she wasn't in her wheelchair anymore.

"Barbara?" a voice said softly nearby. Barbara turned her head in the direction of the voice.

"Dinah?" she whispered. An odd feeling came over her. She desperately wanted to find Dinah, something about her voice wasn't right.

Barbara lifted her upper body up with her elbow. As her eyes focused more, the reality settled in.
Her eyes widened in horror, We're trapped!

"Barbara?" came Dinah's voice again this time softer.
Barbara felt a twinge of panic rise in her, "I'm here, Dinah, hang on."
Suddenly someone gripped her arm.
"Are you alright?" Justin's voice was etched with concern.
"Uh yeah," Barbara replied, "I just….i need your help, I need to get to Dinah," she hated asking for help, but she desperately needed be with Dinah.
After a few moments, Justin had helped Barbara turn around and crawl towards Dinah.

"I'm here," Barbara said soothingly and reached out in the dark to stroke Dinah's forehead.

"Barbara?" Dinah asked once more, this time in a voice barley audible.
Barbara sucked in a breath of air as she felt a sticky warm substance at the back of Dinah's head. Justin had just found his lighter and lit it. The flame sparked to life, casting an eerie but warm glow in the darkness. Barbara looked down at her hand and almost cried out, it was covered with blood.

His moment had arrived. The wall had weakened, it all he needed. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath in, mustering up all his brute strength and then rushed towards the wall, breaking it down.

"We have a breach!" A prison guard exclaimed as an alarm sounded. Five guards ran to the cell and hurried to open the doors. Once open they rushed towards the hole in the wall, they couldn't see anything.

"Perimeter patrol, we have a possible break out, report to sector 9, I repeat we have a possible break out," one of the guards announced over his radio as his eyes scanned courtyard.

As they searched the asylum grounds, no one noticed a lid of a manhole slowly close.

He was free, finally! Now he had his chance, his chance to get the man back who put him in that rats nest.