Bruce dispassionately heard Wilson's report over the radio one of his bodyguards held up for him, then shrugged. "I'm not sure you have the complete picture, Mr. Wilson. There seems to be firebombing going on, some kind of masked arsonist with a flying device. It looks like some kind of terrorist attack from up here."

He paused, then keyed the radio again. "Those people are probably trying to get in the building for some kind of safety. Wilson, you cannot let those people in here. This building must remain secure at all costs. If it's compromised, the arsonist will burn this entire tower down. We cannot permit that."

In the streets below, chaos reigned. The fires set by the thrown devices used by the strange man were burning uncontrollably, spreading to cars and smaller structures. Thick, choking smoke spiraled upwards. While the majority of the crowd had fled, there were still dead and helpless wounded lying on the pavement. A few of the GCPD officers on the scene emptied their sidearms at the flying figure, hovering twenty yards or so above the ground. The few rounds that hit were deflected by the man's armored costume.

However, Arsenal's arrow connected solidly, completely covering the jets on the terrorist's flying machine. Slowly, he dipped down to the street, making a rough but controlled landing. Without the ability to fly, the attacker's main strength was now his numerous incendiary grenades- one of which he now raised threateningly, clearly aiming for the terrified group of protesters who had been trying to break into Wayne Tower.