Poker Face | Bruce Wayne

nine

The doors to Central City Hall exploded.

Clark was immediately in front of her, blocking whatever glass or debris was flying their way. Screams ricocheted throughout the large room and people started to run everywhere. Women tripped over long dresses, the band hurriedly left the small stage in the corner, and several men pulled out guns and police badges from inside their suit jackets.

What kind of idiots would attack an event with the entire CCPD already there?

When things seemed slightly stable, she poked her head out from around Clark. She saw commotion going on at the entrance to the building, and what looked like blue lasers flying out from the crowd.

"What the hell is that?" she shouted over the screaming, turning to Barry. Apparently, since he was now Flash, this was his city.

Barry responded with something she couldn't make out. She furrowed her brows.

Devin leaned into her ear. "He said it's Captain Cold!"

"Who?"

"Down!" Clark suddenly yelled, shoving all three of them out of the way. A wave of cold blasted where they had once stood. She pushed herself off the floor, heart racing, to make sure everyone was okay. Devin stared at her with wide eyes.

She noticed there were only three of them now. "Where's Barry?"

Suddenly the iconic red speedster was standing in front of them, eyes filled with worry but a smirk on his face. "Hey, Cap! Crashing the party? Super not cool, dude."

A man appeared from the crowd. He had on dark sunglasses with a massive blue parka, and a large, silver gun in his hand. He snarled. "Oh, shut up."

The policemen in the room now formed a line between the crowd and the villain, guns raised. If it couldn't get any worse, a large figure dropped from the skylight on the roof, glass shattering all over the floor. Clark was back in front of Meredith and Devin.

The room seemed to get even colder, and suddenly Devin was dragging Meredith to her feet. He pulled her around the bar and down the staff hall, barely missing another blue blast. Meredith was slightly impressed with Devin's quick thinking. She was too stunned to remember that there was a back exit to the ballroom.

As they ran down the hall, they saw a man headed in the same direction as them.

"Bruce!" Devin called.

Bruce turned around, angry and brows set with determination. His features slightly settled into feigned shock as he saw them.

"Where are the boys?" Meredith asked as they briefly slowed down.

"They're fine," Bruce said, not taking his eyes off of the entrance to the ballroom. "They went out the front."

"And where are you going?" Devin sounded accusational, like they weren't all in impending doom. Meredith stared at him incredulously. He was seriously asking that now?

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "Making sure no one comes in the back."

Devin crossed his arms. "A huh. And... how, exactly, are you planning to fend off supervillains, Kid?"

Bruce didn't answer as the door at the end of the hallway opened. Alarms started blaring as the emergency exit was unlocked, and a man dressed in red and black, with a silver mask, stood in the doorway. One of his eyes was red, and he had multiple weapons strapped to his body.

Meredith noticed Bruce's fists immediately ball up. She prayed he wouldn't do anything dumb against... whoever the other man was. She had a great, great dislike for Bruce, but she didn't want him dead, either.