Gotham's Finest (closed)

The explosion definitely flipped Tommy upside down, even as he had grabbed a hold of his sister's outstretched hand. The blast knocked them towards the schoolbus, whih was where Tommy had been heading, anyways.

"Come on!" he roared at her, pulling himself up and tugging Harleen along with him, quickly getting to the door of the schoolbus. The driver was slumped over dead behind the wheel.

Tommy started laughing as he looked at the cases sitting askew in the first few rows of seats. He opened one up, revealing a standard AR-15 with several loaded mags.

He looked out the windshield at the chaos, the burning strip joint.

He saw Harvey Dent lying on the ground, half of him on fire, writhing in pain.

A large area of the floor in the middle of the club was destroyed; the explosion had been there.

He picked up the assault rifle and fired a few rounds into the windshield. "Get down Harley!" he shouted, before emptying the clip with extreme prejudice across the chaotic club...
 
Tommy snarled, surveying the damage done. The club was going to burn down, and quickly. People were running for their lives. Sirens blared in the rapidly approaching distance.

He grabbed Harleen by her arm, his grip iron, like a vise.

"Then let's go," he growled, and emptied his AR's magazine into the club before tossing the weapon aside to drag Harleen towards the back of the bus. He threw open the back emergency door, and they were standing right outside the club, where the bus had busted in the wall.

Parked right next to them was an old purple Cadillac convertible, in excellent condition. "Ready to take a ride?" Tommy asked Harleen.
 
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