They say wind brings about change.

Good? Bad? No one can ever truly say.

Midnight rain pelted the city rooftops—his cape was thrashing in the gale as the storm raged—flood reports taking up the news cycle.

A soft sigh left his lips before a hand reached up and turned on his comms, “Oracle, what are the latest reports on the Narrows?”

“Flood relief efforts are in full swing, sir,” the former batgirl communicated back, “all major flooding has been quelled. I’ll continue to monitor.”

Bruce’s eyes traced the ground below—the damage, the displaced residents and the general chaos.

Though the night had quieted, it was far from over, the criminals of the night knew how vulnerable the Narrows was right now.

It was only a matter of time before one of them tried to thwart the efforts of emergency services.

That’s why Bruce was watching over the city.

As lightning struck and thunder boomed above, the flood walls broke—it was as though everything had slowed.

Bruce’s heart rose to his throat, “Oracle—what happened—why did the flood walls fail?”

“I-I don’t know, B, they should’ve been able to withstand this—“ she trailed off but her silence said it all.

Not even his best efforts could stop nature, it seemed.

The streets below soon filled with the violent tides that began to drag citizens out into the water.

A second later, Bruce moved, leaping down and using his grapple as an anchor above on skyscrapers as he began to pull people to higher ground.

By mid morning, the flooding was back under control, there were climbing casualties, but Bruce had done his best to spare the few he could.

Returning to the manor, his heart felt heavy in his chest, eyes tired as he sat in front of the monitor of his computer.

He was soaked to the bone, exhausted and he felt an immense weight of guilt on his shoulders.

He should have done better—he could have done better.

Maybe, that’s why, he didn’t realize he was still holding onto the last shivering person he’d pulled from the flood waters until they shifted.

His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the stranger curled against him.

Oh, shi—