Communications and power had both been restored. Bat-Mite had even kindly restored at least one radio or television set to every household.
The people had not let him down. The moment they still had phones in their hands, they eagerly switched those devices on.
They were still the familiar household appliances, but turning them on again after surviving a flood apocalypse felt entirely different.
No one wanted to watch the president speak. They preferred their favorite outlets instead—those who liked Fox, those who liked ABC, as they always had.
But today, of course, even more people wanted to see the local news.
What exactly had happened last night?
Rather than worry about how the United States was doing, they needed to see what was happening around them.
Did they need to flee again, or pick up guns and prepare for their future?
But none of them had expected that when they turned on their televisions, nearly every channel would show two bizarrely dressed giants fighting amid a city that looked like ruins.
Ordinary people might not have known who they were, so someone had labeled both giants on the news broadcast.
Mister Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite.
The two Fifth-Dimensional imps had both enlarged themselves, gaining greater durability and destructive power.
Neither knew any fighting techniques. They fought like beasts, going back and forth with bites and scratches. Other than their immense strength, there was nothing impressive about it.
Mister Mxyzptlk used his power to erase reality into two dimensions, but every time he wiped away a little, Bat-Mite restored a little. In the end, they were still trapped in a brawl to decide the winner.
In the ruined city, even the aftershocks of the battle between the two giants made buildings collapse one after another and patches of ground cave in.