Son of Jashin (Naruto/Percy Jackson)

Chapter 15: Vacation: Part Three

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2010

Gotham City

September 12, 10:14 P.M.

No sooner had Batman given the go-ahead for the cleanup operation, then did the entire Justice League Zeta-Tube to various parts of Gotham City. Just seconds later, Martian Manhunter came screaming into everyone's comm unit, "Everyone! Batman is down! I repeat, Batman is down! Everyone pull out before-"

J'onn J'onzz never got to his finish his frantic warning, before everything started shaking, and eardrums started rupturing, and millions started dying. The bombs Percy and Clair stole from Penguin detonated en masse, every single one of them going off at once. The lower floors of every other skyscraper in Gotham erupted in fire, smoke, and dust. The beams that ran through the buildings creaked and groaned as they buckled under the monumental weight suddenly bearing down on them without leniency.

People screamed, ran in panic, drove like madmen, but it was futile. Gotham was still largely populated, since there was less than an hour's worth of time between Percy's worldwide announcement and the time when he killed Batman. Hence, with the massive crowds scrambling about, and almost all of Gotham raining down upon herself, there weren't any people that made it out alive. Unless you lived in the suburbs; then you were fine.

Maybe you felt some minor earthquakes, had some dust clouds roll through, heard the distance screams of the dying. But you were mostly fine.

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A gigantic pile of rubble.

If you had to describe Gotham City in a single sentence, that would be it. There was nothing left standing, except for the remains of some of the skyscrapers, but that was like, two, maybe three floors' worth of space left. However, buried under the quadrillions worth of concrete, steel, and political and social corruption/dissidence were enough people whose total life insurance might've been able to pay for cleanup and damages.

However, that could be ascertained only if one had enough time and patience to sift through all the rubble to actually find these people, identify them, call their insurance companies, and find out what they were worth.

Meanwhile, in one part of Gotham Rubble, some massive stones twitched, as if something beneath them was trying to push up from underneath. Once, twice, and then once more after that, and the boulders went flying away.

"I LIIIIIIIIVE!" Percy screamed dramatically as he rose like a zombie from the grave. He climbed on top of a piece of rubble, and cracked his back, stretched his arms, and threw his arms up, gripping his left elbow, and yawned loudly, a canine poking down from his upper lip. He surveyed the endless sea of concrete and glass, and whistled. "I don't think even Bob the Builder can fix this..."

Like, seriously, all of Gotham was laying on its side. The massive concrete and steel giants that once dominated the skyline had been toppled, and their falling momentum and brought down the skyscrapers next to them. There was nothing standing anymore. And Percy was kinda sore~!

10,002,871 souls were adjusting themselves within his collection. That was way more than what Alucard had after he killed Schrödinger and absorbed London. However, the only 'hero' soul that Percy had swimming around in him was Batman's, since he would've known if he had Clark Kent, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Diana Prince, etc. etc. soul in his collection. Which meant that Martian Man-Fucker did something along the lines of sucking each hero back through the Zeta Tubes before the skyscrapers could down on top of them.