"Good, someone's here," Batman started, whipping out his wrist as a hologram of the building's blueprints was projected from his bracer. "My tracing hardware doesn't seem to be working, or any of my systems in fact. I think someone might have hacked me. I'm working to get past it and rescue the civilians, but I need you to go out and try to find the bomb as fast as you can. There's most likely not that much time left."

Flash arrived at the building crashing through the front, glass doors, approximately 12 levels below batman. He tumbled over himself in the shards of glass, slivers piercing and slicing at his suit and skin. The building was 23 stories tall. Not everyone had been evacuated yet. People screamed and shouted, throwing themselves past the recovering Flash trying to get themselves to safety. 

"Really, [i]never[/i]?" Ryan asked. "I guess we're going to have to come here all the time then. How about Lake Compounds? What about Disneyland?" He inquired, smiling at Juliettee. THe light from the rides cast warm vibes on her skin, making it appear that she was glowing, but then again she was always glow.

"Flash to Bats, I'm here." Flash said, standing up. "I'm dangerously low on gas and I...Oh, hey, Baby!" He said, scrummaging up a smile as his communicator automatically linked Ariana into the radio conversation. "Here to help save the day-"

"Save your flirty for later, Flash. Do you have enough energy to check the lower 11 floors?" Batman interrupted. "On it." Batman heard the ginger reply. "Ariana, I want you to check the upper 12 starting with this floor." 

Waiola looked over at her and bursted out laughing. "Babe, you got sand all over me, and more importantly, all over [i]you[/i]!" She called, flicking Crystal in the nose. Crystal's sandy hair was now sparkling with white sand. Waiola sat up, brushing her top off and worked to get the sand out of her t-shirt. But she didn't mind the feeling of sand too much.