Gotham was free—physically speaking, truly and effectively free, in a way no one could refute, and any attempt at refutation would be useless.
But one could easily imagine the chaos caused by a major city on the United States' East Coast vanishing into thin air.
If it had been another city, the chaos would certainly have erupted more within the city itself. The people outside would have been busy and anxious, but there would have been little they could do. But this was Gotham, after all, and Gothamites were not anxious in the slightest.
Although many ordinary Gotham citizens who had not participated in the vote were somewhat surprised to find themselves flying through the sky shoulder to shoulder with the sun, after their initial shock, the first thing they did was open Google Maps and mock its map data for updating too slowly.
Compared to the tragedies that played out in such a dark city, the entire city flying into the sky was hardly unacceptable. Even if they were about to fall and die the next second, they could at least enjoy one more moment of amusement from the absurdity of it all and the thought of everyone else scrambling because of it.
It was not as though there had been any less chaos when they lived on the ground. At least this time, a huge number of people would be joining them in suffering over the chaos. For that alone, Gothamites would be smiling in their dreams tonight.
So the greatest victims of Gotham flying into the sky were not Gothamites, nor were they even the Federal Government. Heaven knew how long those politicians had wanted this city, which had driven up the nation's crime rate, to disappear.
Gothamites could enjoy the coolest city status in the world,