Chapter 76 :Selection

The night in the countryside always seems to come earlier, the lights of every household are extinguished, and darkness completely dominates this area. The bright moon sprinkled a bright holy light on the hillside, and the mountain breeze passed from the villages gently, like a soft whisper.

The pitch-black bat wings flew over the quiet mountain village without making a sound, like a bird that only blended into the night. The high-tech turbo engine ran silently, and the fighter fell into the clearing lightly, picked up its only passenger, and then lifted off again and disappeared into the night.

Bruce quietly left after everyone in the old carpenter's house including "Peter" was asleep, and flew away from the quiet mountain village with bat wings. He activated the automatic return function of the fighter, sat in the driver's seat and stared at the light blue fluorescence of the screen for a while before taking out the headset from his coat pocket and putting it on.

"Alfred."

Although sleep shortage is a very bad habit for an old man of Alfred Peniworth's age, he still remains awake every day at the turn of the clock, and there is a 90% chance of being alone. Sitting in the cold and damp bat cave, facing a computer with several screens, waiting for communication that may never come back at dawn. There is another 10% probability that he may not be in the cave. It is often because he has to go to the place notified by the emergency transmitter to drag the master who has been poisoned or has a broken back home.

They all know what kind of luck Batman needs to survive into his old age, and the possibility of that is slim may be more difficult than winning the lottery. In the early years, Alfred had persuaded Bruce to give up his jersey hundreds of times to help Gotham in a safer way, but he did not know when he gave up, but silently tried his best to do the logistics for Batman. He increases the possibility of surviving even if there is only a thin line.

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

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

"God, did you find him?"

"Part of it. He can't recognize me, he doesn't remember who he is, he doesn't have super powers..." Bruce said, and paused, "...but he is very happy. "

The channel was silent for a long time, 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 long time, as if about to count the dust on the screen.

"I... can't bring him back, I can't, Alfred." He said hoarsely, "He sacrificed so much for humans and for this world that doesn't belong to him. Even his life. And now he finally found his own peace, a happy and ordinary life-that was what he always wanted and he deserved. We owe him so much, Alfred , This world owes him too much, and he does not owe anything to this world. I can't force him to return to the endless battle and face the malice from a whole world."

Alfred seemed to take a breath there: "I'll say you are right, sir."

The topic ended, and the two didn't seem to want to continue talking. Alfred changed the subject, "So, what are your plans, sir?"

"I'm on my way back." Bruce said, "We have to rely on ourselves for the fake Superman. I still think that someone should be responsible for it, and we will find out who it is."

"But you have already visited Lex Luther, sir. To be honest, apart from him, I can't think of another more reliable suspect."

"He said he had nothing to do with this matter. I don't think he lied this time." Bruce said, "I don't have any new suspects for the time being, but I already have ideas. We release bait and catch them."

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

Bruce stopped talking. He hung up the communication and didn't intend to say one more word until he arrived in Gotham. He subconsciously looked out of the airplane window. The small mountain village in the mountains has now turned into a small black spot, which can no longer be found in the night-shrouded mountains.

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

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

"what happened?"

"No, I just...think of the foreign guest today." "Peter" confessed honestly.

Lena said: "I don't like him much, he seems a little difficult to get close to. My instinct tells me he is dangerous."

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

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

"Well, maybe it is. But Mr. Wayne... he doesn't feel the same." "Peter" frowned and said, "It may sound strange, but I feel like we are familiar, you Do you understand what it means? It's like...like we are old friends who have known each other for a long time, although I know we only met for the first time."

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

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

"It makes sense." "Peter" was a little frustrated. "Sometimes I can't help but wonder, where am I from? My instinct tells me that some parts that I forgot...are very important.

Lena smiled, resting her head on his shoulders: "But no matter what it is, it is already in the past, right? As my father always said, the important thing is the present and the future. We are now Very happy, isn't it enough?"

"I think you are right."

"Don't think about it, get a good night's sleep. Maybe tomorrow you and Mr. Wayne will be good friends."

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

He closed his eyes and lay down again. At this moment, the jet-black fighter flew over the bright moon outside the window, like a lonely bat in the middle of the night.