At the top of Olympus.
The lights on the roof flickered, the night was intoxicatingly hot, and it was only bound to get hotter from the fires the criminal underworld were about to light with what remained of the buildings. The weather was one of the things he hated about Gothic city, it was never just mildly cold or warm. The city was either scorching the streets in half or the raindrops came down from the sky like it was a tropical storm.
‘I have been distracted with other issues. New immediate problems rising every day. First it was Iceland, then it was the nGods, but now I can finally put an end to this. Every day since I sat in the oval office, every hour that I had to veto or pass laws. I had Gothic city in the back of my head. I knew I had to do this before my first term ended’
‘This will be what defines my presidency, wont it? Fixing another man’s mistake. Like Roosevelt getting the country out of the Great Depression or Truman dropping the atomic bomb. One way or another, considered morally evil or valiant. I will take Gothic city back, even if I have to break its knee caps and drag it crying back into the union.’
‘The Satars and Curves of this world have never been able to stop me and I have met them all. They think they will be remembered and that their status gives them some kind of power. As I sit on top of the world, I can’t help but to laugh at them. No one will be remembered, but at least my legacy will last longer than theirs.’
The Black Bat just flew in, there was no time to make an entrance and further perpetuate the idea that he was grander than flesh and blood. Time was essential if the mission was going to succeed. Maybe there was a shred of hope that the Strix would actually help him, he doubted that chance and called it naivety to even think like that.
But maybe that part of him would be right for once and he could avoid having to fight them. The silence kept following his invitation didn’t encourage this notion. At least he could genuinely say that opted for the diplomatic solution to this conflict before it all went to hell.
“Let’s skip the negotiations. We both know how badly this could end. It’s only a matter of minutes before the city bursts into flames again. You can agree to return to the Union and help us contain the riots or you can add gasoline to the fire. We can fight here as the city tears itself into pieces. We have troops trying to help evacuate the city and protecting civilians, but it will take more.”