Chapter 76 Selection

The night in the countryside always seemed to come earlier, when the lights in every house went out, and darkness completely ruled the field. The bright moon sheds a bright holy light on the hillside, and the mountain breeze caresses softly from the villages, like a soft whisper.

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The pitch-black bat wings flew over this peaceful mountain village without making a sound, like a bird that only blends into the night. The cutting-edge turbine engine ran silently, and the fighter dropped lightly into the clearing, picked up its only passenger, and then re-launched, disappearing into the night.

Bruce left quietly at the old carpenter's house, including "Peter", after everyone fell asleep, and flew away from this peaceful mountain village with bat wings. He activated the fighter's automatic return-to-home function, sat in the driver's seat and stared at the pale blue fluorescent light on the screen for a while before he took out a headset from his coat pocket and put it on.

"Alfred."

Although sleep deprivation is a terrible habit for an old man his age, Alfred Pennyworth remains awake every minute of the day and is 90 percent alone. Sitting in a dank bat cave, facing a computer with several screens, waiting for a communication that might never come back at any dawn. The other 10% chance that he might not be in the cave is usually because he has to go to the location notified by the emergency transmitter to drag the master who has been poisoned or has a broken back home.

They all know how much luck Batman will need to live to his later years, and the slim chance that it might be harder than winning the lottery. In the early years, Alfred persuaded Bruce to give up his shirt hundreds of times and help Gotham in a safer way, but he gave up at some point and just silently tried his best to do logistics for Batman. He increases even the odds of surviving.

"I thought you were going to spend the night there, sir." As always, Alfred's voice appeared on the other end of the channel almost as soon as the line was connected, "You saw the DNA test results I sent you. ?"

"I see." Bruce said lightly, "It's him, I confirmed it with my own eyes."

"God, have you found him?"

"Part of it. He doesn't recognize me, doesn't remember who he is, doesn't have superpowers..." Bruce said, after a pause, "...but he's happy. "

There was a long silence in the channel, and then Alfred asked in a lower voice than usual, "Then what are you going to do, sir?"

Bruce stared at the dashboard for a while, as if to count the dust on the screen.

"I . Even his life. And now he's finally found his own peace, a happy, ordinary life--that's what he's always wanted and deserved. We owe him so much, Alfred , the world owes him so much, and he owes the world nothing. I can't force him to go back to the endless battle and face the malice from a whole world."

Alfred seemed to take a breath over there: "I'd say you're right, sir."

The topic ended there, and neither of them seemed to want to continue talking. Alfred changed the subject and said, "So, what are your plans, sir?"

"I'm on my way back," Bruce said. "We're on our own with that fake Superman, and I still think someone is to blame, and we're going to find out who that is."

"But you've already visited Lex Luthor, sir. I can't think of a more reliable suspect than him, to be honest."

"He said he had nothing to do with this matter, and I don't think he lied this time," Bruce said. "I don't have any new suspects yet, but I already have an idea. We put out bait and fished them out."

"Of course you have, sir, you always have."

Bruce stopped talking. He hangs up and doesn't plan to say a single word until he arrives in Gotham. He looked out of the plane window subconsciously, and the small mountain village in the mountains had now turned into a tiny black spot, which could no longer be found in the mountains shrouded in darkness.

"Goodbye Clark," he whispered, as if to himself.

What he didn't know was that at the same time at the carpenter's house, "Peter" who had already fallen asleep on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head unconsciously, and looked at the vast darkness outside the window like a demon. He stared at it for a while, until Lena, the girl lying on his pillow, also woke up.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I just... thought of the foreign guest today." "Peter" explained honestly.

"I didn't like him very much," Lena said. "He seemed a little unapproachable. My gut told me he was dangerous."

"Really? I think he looks like a good guy."

Lena poked his nose with a smile: "You think everyone looks like a good person."

"Well, maybe. But Mr. Wayne...he doesn't feel the same." "Peter" frowned. "It may sound strange, but I feel like we're familiar, you See what it means? It's like... as if we've known each other for a long time, even though I know we've just met for the first time."

After a short pause, he suddenly said: "You say, Mr. Wayne is really my friend? Look, I can't recall my past at all. If he can bring me such a sense of familiarity, then we Relationships may have been unusual before."

"If that's the case, then he will definitely recognize you when you meet, but he didn't say anything."

"Makes sense." "Peter" was a little dejected. "Sometimes I can't help but wonder, where did I come from? Intuition tells me that some parts of my forgetting... are very important."

Lena smiled and rested her head lightly on his shoulder: "But whatever it was, it's in the past, right? As Dad used to say, what matters is the present, and the future. We are now Happy, that's enough, isn't it?"

"I think you're right."

"Stop thinking about it and get a good night's sleep. Maybe tomorrow you and Mr. Wayne will be good friends."

"Yeah." "Peter" smiled again. "We definitely will."

He closed his eyes and lay back down again. At this moment, the dark fighter plane flew over the bright moon outside the window, like a lone bat in the middle of the night.