Too many people had died, and there was far too much to do.
Dead bodies were nothing unusual in Gotham. Bullets, blades, crowbars, wire, bombs, and rocket launchers... people here always found creative new ways to play with their props. But he had never seen a corpse whose lower half was perfectly intact while a collapsed building had flattened its upper half into two dimensions, or some poor bastard crushed to death between two walls.
"FUCK..."
Mutilated corpses lay along both sides of the road like markers. Whatever people said about Gotham's decline, it still had nearly ten million permanent residents. When disaster struck, the death toll would be several times, even dozens of times, that of smaller cities.
Even with a Kryptonian's help, rescue efforts remained slow.
With a rush of wind, Kara descended from the sky and set the two people she carried on the ground. One was a boy of five or six, the blood covering his head almost dried. He lay motionless. The other was a middle-aged man, still groaning, with a length of rebar piercing his stomach. Li Jie glanced at him. The section sticking out of his back had been burned off with Heat Vision.
"These two... probably won't make it."
Kara spoke without expression. When she had first arrived in Gotham, she had been like a firework that burst the instant it was lit and spread a smiling face across the sky, moving like lightning because she couldn't wait to save the next person.
Yet in less than a day, her initial enthusiasm had turned to utter exhaustion. She was like a burned-out match, the light in her eyes extinguished.
"Thank God you're here..."
Li Jie hopped over and gave her a thumbs-up. "If it weren't for..."
"Forget it, Sheriff..."
Kara shook her