5:20pm - Rush Hour

[lastchancetorun]

Today is not a good day to be taking the rail through Gotham. At least, not at this particular rail station.

Wayne Central. Great station. All done up nice and pretty since the 'incidents'.

Four lockers.

Four trash cans.

Two Benches.

Each of these items contains within it one of these lovely devices. They work on a timer, and when that

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[knight_so_dark]

He takes his private elevator. The station is a madhouse. All the carefully planned evacuation procedures developed after the last gas-and-train-induced attacks have broken down in the face of masses of fear-addled passengers and employees. Some quick or strong-willed souls have managed to find the emergency filtering masks and are attempting to herd people along. Most are running in terror or attacking others, masks or no. An imperfect solution.

Batman's first response is to fire the batarangs from his gauntlets through the upper windows of the main room as strategically as possible. It will take too long for most of the gas to be flushed away (and much of Gotham will have nightmares tonight) but neither the gas nor the people should be trapped in here. Meanwhile, he fights his way through the crowd, knocking out the more belligerent individuals as he goes. Some of them, he discovers the hard way, have knives. One of them pulls a gun, but is too addled to fire before being disarmed.

How many? How many are armed? How many are strong or scared enough not to need any weapon other than their own hands?

He struggles on, looking for sources of the gas. This much, this evenly spread, would have needed multiple dispensers.