Waylon wrapped the bandages around his hands while he watched Larissa apply the black paint over her eyes.

"Tonight is the night, mi amor," Larissa said, finishing her makeup and picking up her orange vest.

"It's been a long time coming," Waylon growled, a touch of sadness hitting him as his lover put the clothing on to cover herself.

Larissa noticed this and held off on zipping up. She sauntered over to him and leaned in close, placing a hand on his scaly face. "Tomorrow, we can stay here. But tonight…" She zipped up her vest. "Tonight, we make Atlas bleed."

Waylon grinned wide, flashing his pointed teeth. Larissa smiled back and hissed, showing her fangs and forked tongue.

"You always know what to say to cheer me up," Waylon snarled. "Let's get going, little viper. I'm getting hungry."

Copperhead and Killer Croc walked out of their dingy apartment, sure not to be late for the meeting.

Slade drew the whetstone over the edge of his blade. He already had his guns loaded and his armor on. This was his last preparation.

"I swore I was done with the White Fang," he spoke aloud for the personal recorder he had set on his desk. He found it helped focus his thoughts.

"I swore I wouldn't take anymore jobs from them after they fired me and sent a kill squad after me. But the payment was too good to turn down. 1.5 million lien isn't very remarkable for my rates. But to officially be cleared from their radar? That's the real prize. Even if they succeed in conquering the world, they'll leave me well alone." He tested the blade's edge to find it satisfactory. He sheathed it over his shoulder and stood from his seat.

"Tomorrow, I'm done with the White Fang. But tonight…" He pulled his mask over his face. "Tonight, I'll do one more job to help their cause."

Deathstroke stopped the recording and walked out of his hideout, ready to get the night over with.

Harvey flipped the coin in his hand in the center of the empty courtroom. He caught it, but didn't check how it landed. He just kept flipping.

"I used to respect this building," he spoke aloud, airing his grievances. "I used to believe in the system. I used to think that we could all be equals in the eyes of the law." He continued to flip his coin. "But I see now, that Atlas is split between those on top who live with no consequence, and us on bottom who are forced to suffer for it.

"But no more. Tonight is the night that we take our city back. Tonight is the night that all their sins catch up to them. They won't wriggle their way out this time."

He turned to those who had rallied behind him tonight, human and Faunus alike. "Tomorrow, we'll welcome Atlas into a new era. But tonight…" He opened his hand, revealing the scorched side of his coin face-up. "Tonight, we tear the old Altas to the ground."

Two-Face left the courtroom and pulled the detonator from his pocket. It was time to begin.

Winter packed the last of her things. She'd insisted on doing it herself. If she was determined to be independent from now on, she should start now.

"Why do you have to go?" her younger sister whined. "Things are always better when you're here."

"I'm sorry, Weiss," the older Schnee, "but this has been a long time coming. I can't stay home forever."

Weiss lowered her head. "I know. I just wish I could leave, too."

Winter stopped what she was doing to comfort the younger girl. "Don't worry, Weiss. You will. In four years, you'll be old enough, too."

"Four years just feels so far away," Weiss began to cry.

Winter kneeled down in front of her sister and wiped the tear from her eye. "Tomorrow, I have to go to the Academy," she said to her sister. "But tonight… tonight, I'm still here."

The sisters hugged each other, when they suddenly heard an explosion in the city.

Bruce watched the live feed broadcasted to his monitor. The Atlas courthouse was a burning rubble. Outside of it, an angry crowd was gathered. They were all armed. Stood before them was a man with half of his face burned off.

"It seems we've found Mister Dent, sir," Alfred noted.

Harvey was addressing the news helicopter currently broadcasting the riot. "I hope you're watching, Schnee! Your time is at an end!"

"Alfred," Bruce said to his butler, "call Vicky. Tomorrow, I'll give her that interview. Tonight..." He stood from his chair and pulled the cowl over his face. "Tonight's going to be a long night."

Batman flew off in the Batwing to extinguish the city set ablaze.