Nightwing returns to the Batplane with the Kryptonite spear.

After he left, the Son of Krypton on the ground turned over and leaned against the rubble, half lying down in his cloak. The setting sun cast a warm golden light on his black hair and eyelashes, making his profile look soft and sacred.

Dick couldn't help but look at it a little longer.

The pilot turned the plane around without reacting.

They were getting farther and farther from the ground. After a while, the young man behind Batman asked, "I heard the conversation between Superman and Captain America. Friend? When did you meet Superman? Alfred and I have never heard you mention it. You couldn't have left Gotham and ran off alone a few days ago just to meet him."

Nightwing weighed the spear in his hand that he could almost lift up to hit someone, and the subtle feeling in his heart became stronger: "Also... who is this thing prepared for?"

They can all be used directly to beat the Kryptonian version of the Hulk!

"The Daily Planet interview with Superman just ran today, but the Batcave renovations started a week ago."

Dick began to consider whether to contact Tim privately, as Robin should be more aware of Batman's movements.

The only thing that responded to him was the back of the vigilante Gotan's head with pointed ears and no movement.

**

Land creatures cannot imagine the freedom of flight if their feet have never left the ground.

It is difficult for humans to understand the vastness of the universe unless they try to jump out of the atmosphere.

When Moses came into space without any precautions, with rotating blue stars behind him and endless darkness and silence in front of him, and only the sun emitting a constant and distant light in the distance, time and space seemed to have lost their meaning.

He almost got lost in the eternal silence.

Moses is the only one left in this vibrant world. The sunlight gives him strength flowing in his blood and a painful warning to the greedy. If he walks too close or looks too long, this warm light may kill him.

Is this the biggest difference between Superman and humans?

Moses wasn't sure. He didn't have the memories of Batman, and he didn't have Superman now. He had only the instincts that had been woven into his soul to keep him going. But unlike Batman, who always knew what he was going to do and never stopped because of hatred and anger, Superman... wasn't always Superman.

Sometimes when Clark Kent was sitting in the office of the Daily Planet, tirelessly correcting Lois's spelling, worrying about his rent and dinner for next month, and staring at a document that he couldn't finish, he almost forgot his other identity.

But when he broke the legs of his glasses and secretly glued them together with cryobreath, used thermal vision as an electric oven to save some living expenses, and stuffed his uniform into his suit in case he was too late to save people, these things vividly reminded him: Who are you?

What is hidden under that clumsy and stumbling body?

Moses didn't know. He had only been wearing the red cape for a short time, and he didn't even know what he was thinking when he looked down from the high-rise building.

Superman flies so fast that Moses can fly around the sun and return to the vicinity of the earth.

The Kryptonian spaceship, the last hope for the planet's remaining inhabitants, is slowly moving towards the North Pole - this is an unexpected part of Zod's plan. They did not expect Superman to appear, nor did they expect that they would lose the victory when they were sure to win. The spaceship is looking for the fertility book, and Moses happens to be following it. He is a little curious about the plan of Joe-El, the scientist who is supposed to be Superman's father.

Finally, he followed the guidance of Kryptonian technology and landed on a piece of pure white ice.

It is summer in the northern hemisphere and the ice is melting rapidly. A mother polar bear just poked her head out from a crack in the ice with a dead seal in her mouth. Her eyes widened when she saw Superman.

Moses smiled at it friendly, bent down and picked up a piece of crystal from the ice and snow.

After a while, a building beyond imagination slowly rose up on this land that had never been touched by humans.

**

"So this is your new home?" A little girl with half-grown teeth and lisp nestled in Superman's arms. They were sitting on the top of the Planet Daily statue, facing the setting sun and enjoying the evening breeze.

Moses told her how he acquired the Fortress of Solitude, but omitted details such as the Kryptonian ship and location.

"That's not the way to say it." He corrected the little girl in his arms, "I like it very much, but I have my own work to do, so I still live in the metropolis most of the time."

"That's great." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, her horns trembling. "I was worried about what would happen if you were willing to stay in the Lonely Fortress and save the golden monkeys and dinosaurs next to it. The next time I accidentally fall from the second floor, there will be no one to catch me."

The young man behind her was amused. He did not correct the child's misunderstanding and replied seriously: "Even if I am far away, I will appear as long as you call my name. And I will tell your parents to close the doors and windows before leaving home."

The little girl raised her head, a little surprised and with a bit of worry that was not in line with her age: "Really, Superman? You will come over as long as I call your name like that?"

"I will."

"That's great." The child said softly, "I wish my parents could come back just like you when they call their names."

“…”

"They said my parents went to a very far place, and they would not come back to pick me up until many, many years later." The little feet swayed back and forth, "How far is the world after death from us? Have you ever been to another world, Superman? If you pass by there one day, can you say hello to my parents and tell them that Alice misses Lawrence and Anna very much?"

A warm hand fell on the top of her hair and rubbed it.

"I'll remember this, Alice," he said gently. "It's late. Do you want me to take you back to bed?"

The girl rubbed his cape lingeringly: "I don't want to leave you, Superman. But send me back, my foster mother Martha will be worried."

"... Martha?"

"Yes, that's her name, and she's a nice person. Martha would welcome you. Would you like to come over for a cup of tea?"

"No. I'll walk you to the door, and when you get home you can turn on the light in the room, and I'll know you're home."

They landed on the ground before the moon rose. Superman watched the little girl run away. Before she walked into the garden, she turned around and waved to him: "Thank you for saving me, Superman! I love you!"

After leaving this childish and lovely confession, the seven or eight-year-old child immediately put aside his sorrow that was beyond his age and skipped into the small apartment on the second floor.

With Superman's super hearing, Moses could hear the barking of dogs coming from inside the house, and the anxious and joyful call of the hostess: "Alice! Where did you go just now? I've been looking for you for so long..."

"I saw Superman, Martha," the girl said. "He looked like something out of a fairy tale, but I really touched him!"

“…”

"How was your rest today?"

A steady voice sounded from behind Moses, interrupting his thoughts.

"I'm not very proficient in using electronic devices, but my phone pushes a lot of news reports about you. After the Star Daily interview was published, many media used the photo you took when you flew back to the metropolis today as the cover."

"I thought so," Moses replied. He turned around, not surprised by the identity of the person in front of him. "Good evening, Captain."

Captain America, who had taken off his mask and was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, looked like a handsome young man passing by, standing in front of him.

Steve Rogers was carrying the coolness of the night, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time. He might have seen the interaction between the adults and the children just now. The young man extended his hand to Moses in a friendly manner: "I'm sorry, I don't think my current dress is very formal. But on the one hand, coming to Metropolis in a uniform is too conspicuous, and on the other hand, this is not an official meeting. And it is said that your eyes can see through objects, so you should have known everyone's true appearance a long time ago."

"I usually don't see through things without permission. That's rude." Moses shook his hand and looked at the American soldier who had fought alongside him during the day. "Are you here for S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain?"

"No." The blond man shrugged slightly. He had a strong military aura and he never looked lazy even when he was doing this playful little action. "I just came here... I have some personal questions. Want to find a place to talk, Superman?"

Ten minutes later, they sat down in a corner of a cafe, surrounded by several green plants to block the view of others.

"No matter what, we all have to thank you for your sacrifice in the face of the Kryptonian colonists." Steve spoke first, "General Ryan is a good man, but he sometimes appears stubborn, not to anyone in particular."

"I know," Moses soothed, "From a human perspective, this is understandable."

"But you've done enough. The general needs to apologize for what he did." The captain's blue eyes looked at him sternly. "Trust is a two-way street, and it's not right to reject someone just because you don't understand."

Lack of understanding will deepen jealousy, jealousy will develop into fear, fear will lead to inferiority, and then breed malice.

Anyone who has stood high enough in any field is familiar with this. The fact is that even people of the same race cannot understand each other.

Moses was almost nervous and embarrassed by the captain's sincere and unusual words. He thought of Louise's essay praising Superman and suspected that it had a profound impact on people's cognition. "Thank you, I really don't mind... Even if an apology is needed, it shouldn't be done by you, captain."

Thankfully, the next topic didn't revolve around the terrible shot fired by General Ryan's subordinate.

Captain America said, "I remember you said before that you and Batman are friends?"