A sudden shower of sparks burst from the wires connecting the cameras and monitors to the wall. Blinded monetarily by the white flash, I was unsure of what was happening. And if the cameras were still rolling. I peered at Joey with aching eyes. Thankfully he gave me the "off" signal. We had been knocked off the air by whatever had caused the sparks. Suddenly suspicious, my head turned, of its own accord, to stare at my infamous guest. He was sitting tensely, as if waiting for something, but he relaxed after a few moments. Catching my eye, he grinned ruefully.
"No, Vicki Vale, I didn't do this. If someone did, I would attribute a prank like this to the Joker. But it doesn't have his panache." He looked as if he would have said something more, but was interrupted by Joey rushing over to me.
"Vicki, everything is down! The cameras, the computers, everything. We can't even get to our Twitter and Facebook pages. The company's, I mean." Joey ran his hands through his thinning blonde hair. "If this doesn't kill our ratings, I don't know what will."
In the corner of my field of vision, I noticed Nygma's face twist into an amused smirk. I chose to ignore him.
"It's OK," I soothed. "People were really looking forward to this episode. If anything, this'll probably up the hype once we're back on the air." Joey refused to be placated.
"But those damn websites were how people got there questions to us. It'll take ages to get those computers back up. Even once we get the cameras working again, you'll be sitting here without any questions!"
"Don't worry, Joey," I said, more confidently than I felt. "If people want to know, they'll get to us. Media always finds a way."
I continued to ignore Nygma's silent laughter.