Between emergency services trying to deal with the gas and water main blowouts caused by the collapse and the general disrepair that the city liked to keep Jason's stretch of territory, it wasn't surprising when Jason heard that low voice sounding a little out of breath. He couldn't hear the commotion outside through the rubble, but he could imagine it very clearly.

In any other circumstance, Jason would be pissed that Bruce was in the Bowery. He'd be spitting curses and probably a few bullets to keep his secrets safe from the man who would no doubt judge them. Tonight, however, the building shifted under his feet and Jason made a high pitched sound that should have been impossible for such a broad chest.

"I-fuck! Sorry. Things are crumbling over head and I don't know how much longer I'm going to have signal. Northeast wall, ground level. So far the exterior wall is holding up, but it's starting to buckle a little. Look for the baby boxes. I was putting them in when all this went down.

Clinic. I was going to turn it into a clinic. The one I had on this side got hit a few months ago. People-shitshitshit. People need somewhere to go and the city won't fund anything past the Alley..."