Chapter 51: Towards the Future

Years ago.

People may think that the greatest encounters in history should have events of sufficient weight as their background. Major events often lead extraordinary people together. There are countless parallel universes and countless earths. in this way. But here, on this earth, it is different.

The encounter that most people have never heard of but is important enough to be recorded in history all originated from a baseball that flew too far.

It was outside a farm in Kansas, and a black top luxury car broke down on the edge of a wheat field. The winding road ahead can't be seen at a glance, and even a ghost can't be seen in the range of sight.

The cool breeze peculiar to the suburbs lazily blows across the wheat fields, and the golden wheat ears have been bent down, like a circle of ripples spreading out from the golden lake. At the other end of the wheat field, there seemed to be some farm houses, and the sign at the intersection read "Kent".

A young boy wearing energetic sportswear and a peaked cap chased a baseball that was accidentally shot too far through the wheat field and came to the roadside. When he saw this expensive toy that was anchored on the roadside, his small eyes showed A surprised look. This is not surprising. For a farm kid, the chances of seeing this top-of-the-line car are really few.

The middle-aged man who was busy trying to fix the car behind the hood noticed the cute child staring curiously and gave him a kind smile. The man had a goatee and looked very kind, which gave the farm boy a bit of courage. He stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Need help, sir?"

"Oh, no, thank you, young man." The man smiled. "I already know what the problem is. It only takes a while."

The little boy nodded, his eyes were drawn back to the luxury car. He looked up and down the car carefully, as if to imprint every detail of it in his mind.

Then, he noticed the passenger in the back seat of the car-a young master in a hand-made custom suit, who looked the same age as him, but his eyes were filled with sadness that didn't belong to that age.

They looked at each other for a few seconds.

The farm boy smiled slightly, showing his neat white teeth. The smile was as bright as the summer sun, as if it had penetrated the dark brown window glass and illuminated the dark corners of the car.

"Hi," he said.

The young master hesitated for a moment, and then rolled down the dark brown windowpane to allow the warm sunshine of the farm to shine into his gloomy little world.

"Hello." He also said hello, but there was still no expression.

The farm boy smiled and raised the baseball in his hand: "Let's play together?"

The man behind the hood poked his head and said with a smile: "I think this idea is not bad, Master Bruce, I am afraid it will take a while to get this thing up again. You can pass the time with this little gentleman. ."

So the young master opened the door of the car, got out of the car, walked into the warm sunshine and refreshing breeze of the Kansas farm, and followed the farm kid with the baseball bat.

They played late that day until they were exhausted, lying shoulder to shoulder on the green lawn, watching the sunlight in the clear sky turn from gold to red, until the last afterglow fell below the horizontal line. The car hadn't been repaired for a whole day. The young master's housekeeper leaned back leisurely by the car and looked at his gloomy master as if he had been infected by a farm boy, showing a long-lost smile, and couldn't help but smile contentedly.

The greatest legends in the world, Superman and Batman, were once known as "the best partners in the world." Many people have imagined how the dark knight of Gotham and the son of light of the metropolis met. Most people would think that it might have started with an alien invasion, an undersea offensive, or other disasters of destruction of the world. wrong. The fact is that everything only originated from a broken down car, a baseball that flew too far.

The past is like a smoke. When seeing the new Superman appearing on the TV screen and speaking generously to people around the world, Bruce can't help but think of that Kansas afternoon. The scene of that day is like an unforgettable old movie, clearly and deeply imprinted. In the deepest part of his mind.

"Thinking of Master Clark, sir?"

Alfred, the loyal old butler, dragged the plate into the bat cave on time, on which was his carefully prepared lunch.

"Look at his eyes, Alfred, he is so similar to the former Clark." Bruce stared at the screen without looking back, "young, simple, and believe in strangers and the beauty of the world."

"That makes them supermen, sir." Alfred put the tray on the bat computer's console and said, "The world is moving forward, maybe it's time for you to get out of this moldy cave. Think about it, If Master Clark and Miss Selena were still there, they would hope..."

"The dead want nothing, Alfred," Bruce interrupted impatiently.

Alfred stared at him for a long time: "Yes, the dead will not. But the living will. You have a visitor, sir."

With that, he stepped aside. Bruce finally looked away from the computer screen and realized that Helena had appeared in the cave at some point.

His eyelids twitched, but he still said blankly: "Helena."

"Hi." Helena walked up the escalator, smiled and nodded to the old housekeeper, who then left the bat cave with a sense of space to leave space for the father and daughter.

"I heard you were there." Bruce asked. "How are you?"

"Very good." Helena asked back, "how about you?"

"well."

"It doesn't look like that." Helena walked to him, looked at the noisy Metropolitan Square on the computer screen, and said: "You seem to be quite satisfied with him."

"So far." Bruce said lightly, "but it remains to be seen. He is young, very volatile, and has a long way to go. If one day he loses control, we must be prepared."

"I have a little confidence in him." Helena said, "He is worth it, and you also need to believe in the existence of hope again."

Bruce squinted at her: "So you came all the way back to Gotham just to tell me this Kryptonian is trustworthy?"

"No, in fact, I'm not coming back this time for his business." Helena turned her head and stared at her father's eyes earnestly, and said, "After mom's business, I have been... intentionally with you. Keep your distance. Although I know that's wrong,...maybe a part of my heart has not been able to forgive you for that."

Bruce avoided her gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and said hoarsely: "I understand. You have every right to blame me."

"No, that's not right, Dad." Helena took a step forward. "Someone reminded me recently that the more at times like this, the more precious my family is. Sorry, Dad, for me for so long. Selfish and ignore that after all this has happened, you are the one who suffers more than me. But now, I want to say from the bottom of my heart, I don't blame you, Dad, I forgive you. Can you forgive me ?"

Bruce stared into her eyes, and the firm lines of his face finally loosened uncontrollably. He held Helena tightly in his arms and whispered: "Of course, Helena...no matter what happens, I will always forgive you...and love you forever."

The old butler peeked at all of this through the crack in the entrance of the Bat Cave, and couldn't help showing a relieved smile. He closed the last gap of the door without saying a word, and left with a brisk little tune. For the first time in six years, he seemed to feel the sun shining into this empty Wayne mansion.

The world is about to move towards a new era, and the Dark Knight, who has been stagnating under this old mansion for six years, is finally about to take a new step.