Bruce Wayne joins forces with Diana Prince and Jessica Kent to ensure that Superman's ultimate sacrifice is not in vain. The plan is to assemble a team of metahumans to protect the world from a potentially catastrophic threat. The task proves more d...
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EPILOGUE
A place to call home
VICTOR was finally back home in his father's apartment.
He stared at the tape recorder he had broken into little pieces. With a new trick he learned, he used his programming to revert it back to the way it was before. He placed it, standing straight, on the counter.
The tape recorder clicked. "Your father twice over..."
He clicked the rewind button to a certain point before playing it again.
"Now, let me speak to you from my heart, not as a scientist, as a father..." Victor chuckled to himself. "Your father twice over. I brought you into the world and back to it. You can't imagine how proud I am of who you are. I have always been... So many years with you I wasted. So many wrongs I've left un-righted. Everything breaks, Victor. Everything changes."
The world is hurt. Broken. Unexchangeable.
"Ship's all yours now, kid." A worker spoke. "You're the boss. "Ryan Choi, Director of Nanotechnology." That's your thing?" He asked, looking at the construction workers fixing the destroyed labs.
"Uh, yep..." Ryan sighed. "That's my thing."
But the world's not fixed in the past, only the future.
The now.
Bruce looked around his old family home in awe. "Wow..." Jess mumbled from beside him. Pigeons flew from their nests, right out the holes in the roof.
"Must be 100, 150 feet." He spoke.
"Must be."
He pointed to the middle of the room, making a circular motion. "Big round table, seven chairs, right there."
She smiled at his enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms around his waist with a chuckle. "But room for more."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders with a grateful sigh. "But room for more." They both looked at the room in front of them with hope for the future. "God help us."
The now is you.
Barry slaps a piece of paper onto the visitor's glass where his father was waiting to talk to him. Henry read the paper with a confused look. "What?"
"It's actually the worst job you can get in a crime lab." Barry shrugged with a smile. "But, uh, my foot's in the door."
Henry couldn't help the smile that was growing on his face. "This is like a 'job' job?"
"'Job' job." Barry nodded happily.
Henry covered his mouth, his eyes crinkling in delight. "Your foot's in the door." He laughed behind his hand.
