[Mm?]

[What she said.]

[Jane's ansible cut out. Local stuff like the Saturn toplevel domain that she set up will still work, but we can't leave the universe without a conventional Milliways door, or talk to anyone outside it either.]

[Aww, that sucks,] says Queenie.

[What she said!] says Slipstick.

[Yeah, seriously. Just letting you know. Slipstick, I would really appreciate your help figuring out how to backpedal on my claims of being able to raise the dead if anyone calls me on it, I don't know how long Jane will be gone and evil-based resurrection has its flaws.]

[Now there's a thorny problem,] she says. [I'll think about it. For now, don't remind anybody.]

[Of course. Thanks.]

[No problem.]

[And I would appreciate it if all of you would open perhaps more doors than you usually bother with and tell me immediately if any of them lead to Milliways.]

[Sure thing,] says Queenie.

[No problem.]

[Nothing I can't put down, what is it?]

[Some chucklehead's trying to take over Gotham,] she says. [I turned his nuke into a big fluffy rabbit and now he's having a tantrum.]

Oh dear. Pattern whips up a quick wish that will prevent anyone from getting crushed or trampled in the chaos, and then she spotlights her aura - the stadium lights turn to accommodate her - and stalks in the direction of the roaring person. "Excuse me," she says, "but what do you think you are doing?"

The roaring person whirls and tries to grab her.

Super-speed is Bell standard. This Bella may not have much to boast beyond the standard, but she has that. She's not there anymore. "I asked a civil question," she says.

The roaring person continues to roar. It's a very impressive sound, really.

"You're going to develop a respiratory ailment." She doesn't really want to come out with all her powers on what is undoubtedly national television.

...at that, he actually starts to laugh.

"Seriously, dude, what's going on? Why did you want to nuke this place?"

"Try again," says Bella.

"Hmm?"

"Close, but no cigar. A-minus. I would like a true explanation."

"That was the truth," he says, and interestingly, he believes it.

"Wow, you have an interestingly twisty brain, don't you. At any rate. There will be no nuking, is that plain?"

"I have no nuke," he points out, gesturing to the rabbit.

"Yes, I know. I'd hate for you to waste your time retrieving another one." She wanders over to the anxious fellow. "Hello there, what are you doing here?"

"Great," says Bella. "I am in search of an explanation. Please, showcase your talents."

"The thing I am here to explain," says the anxious fellow, "is now a rabbit."

"I already have an explanation for it being a rabbit. I'm looking for an explanation of why it was, previously, more threatening than a rabbit."

"So you were not on board with this project, you were coerced?"

"That's right," he says. Truthfully.

"Okay. You want to go home?"

He nods rapidly.

"I am not a nice person," says Interesting Voice Guy.

"Yeah, I'm getting that. If we hang out here till the cops show up, do you suppose they're going to be able to keep you in prison effectively?"

He laughs.

"I'm liable to take that as a no; do you want to find out what happens when I conclude that the answer to that question is no?"

"Okay, so you maybe have friends, there goes my afternoon, huh?" [Queenie, you want I should set this guy up somewhere other than the existing terraformed asteroid?]

[Please don't put him on the Joker's asteroid, we'd be sad.]

"Of course not," says but-a-man.

"All right, don't say I didn't warn you," says Bella. She teleports him temporarily to an empty residential section of Saturn and then teleports to a good-sized Jovian moon (no point putting her prisoners right on top of her citizenry) and installs basic terraforming before going to fetch him. She decides to wait for a reaction before installing anything beyond atmosphere and livable temperature to the place.

"Comfortable," he rumbles.

"Mm-hm. Any preferences on the accommodations beyond 'not instantly fatal'? I'm not interested in doing you harm, I just can't have people nuking stuff."

He shakes his head.

"Well, welcome to your not instantly fatal new home, I'm going to go round up some more revolutionaries, you'll have company," Bella shrugs. And she stealths and teleports to whoever may meet the description of this guy's second-in-command.

There fails to be such a person.

Who was the first other person to find out about the plan with the nuke-explainer, then?

A very pretty woman walking along a mostly empty street.

The woman walks faster without answering. This is an entirely reasonable reaction if someone is following you closely on a Gotham street.

"You know the guy who just brought a nuke to the stadium," Bella states.

No reaction.

"So yeah, I'm not a random person who decided to follow you down the street," Bella says, folding her arms, "I'm a powerful busybody and I have some questions."

The woman draws herself up and looks at Bella in cold silence.

"I am completely prepared to leave you on Ganymede forever. Would you like to produce any reason for me not to do that?"

She says nothing.

A highly suspicious underground chamber that both looks and smells like it is part of a sewer system!

Lots of people, and they appear to be panicking.

That is interesting. Bella supervises the panic to see what the shape of this group may be.

Headless. Headless is the shape of the group.

Do any of them appear to be communicating with anyone who's not in this sewer?

No.

That's good, then, it should be safe to supervise a little longer and figure out who these people are, what they were trying to accomplish, etcetera.

The occupants of the sewer tunnels mob her en masse.

Bella sighs, wishes them a food replicator with instructions printed in English on the side and some magic plumbing, and goes to see if anyone else may need fetching.

One person, in the sewer tunnels, carrying the bunny's top hat.

"Hi. I don't suppose you'll talk to me?"

He drops the hat and runs.

She teleports in front of him. "You guys are really not friendly, are you."

He runs the other way.

Next are some people at the bottom of a deep dark hole.

What a curious sort of hole this is. Bella decides to find out more about it before she removes anyone from it.

Only people who are already in this prison. But not everyone who is in this prison.

The news also reports that Gotham's mayor was killed in the attack, along with several more people who were nearby when the bomb that killed him went off.

That's really a pity, but Jane is offline, so Bella can't fix it, not in any way worth doing.

The Batlady does not try to brainphone her about it.

Ganymede is extremely orderly. Bane stands guard by the food replicator, and ceremoniously allows any who approach to operate it and take their food away in peace. They have already begun a collection of nourishing non-perishables close by, and everyone who gets food from the replicator to eat right away also contributes to the stash.

Bella snickers. She hangs out for fifteen minutes or until addressed.

Everyone ignores her.

Off she goes, then. She figures she'll let them go a week before she installs, say, houses and flora without being so much as shouted at for them.

It should be fairly clear by now that none of Bane's people are going to say a word to her, shouted or otherwise.

She's not sure whether this is for fear of peer reaction of some kind, so all the houses - there are enough for everybody and then some, if terribly samey ones, each with their own plumbing and replicators, arranged in a circle - can be locked from the inside against any non-teleportative intrusion, and include little fact sheets (in the reader's native language, whatever that may be) to this effect. They are invited to summon her by folding up their fact sheets, along existing folds; if someone secretly wants to talk to her they have every chance, now.

No one secretly wants to talk to her.

The people of Ganymede continue to be quietly civilized.

That's better than the alternative. Bella checks in once weekly like clockwork, by pastwatch often as not, and otherwise goes about her business.