2232 Side Story: End of a Fantasy Journey
In the blink of an eye, winter passed and spring arrived.
Florida was warm and comfortable in the spring afternoon.
On a quiet private beach, Diana was wearing a bright red bikini and reclining on a white beach chair as she enjoyed an iced grape juice.
Her wheat-colored skin, red lips, purple grape juice, and water dripping down her chest made for a truly beautiful picture.
Diana was very pleased with Lukeâs admiring gaze.
Women never rejected a manâs praise, even if it was only in their gaze, provided that the man didnât disgust them.
She coughed lightly and said, âWhatâs been going on with you and Bruce recently?â
âHe seems a little unhappy about losing some playmates. I wonât provoke him in Gotham.â Lukeâs finger slid over the cup, creating even bigger water droplets that dripped down to hit the sand.
Forget the Mad Hatter and Poison Ivy â the Joker was Master Wayneâs âobsession.â It was normal for him to be a little unhappy after Luke stole him.
Diana put down her cup. âItâs been more than a month. Including your âtourâ of Europe, you havenât been in Gotham for almost three months. Arenât you going back?â
Luke wasnât her or Arthur. He had been in Gotham since the beginning, which could be considered his ânest.â
Now that he was wandering around outside, Diana suspected that there were cracks between the two powerful bigshots in the Justice League.
Luke shook his head with a smile. âIâm different from Bruce. Gotham is his hometown and his connection, but thatâs just my starting point, not my end.â
Diana stared at him. âWhereâs your destination?â
Luke said, âSo, I set a small goal first, like⊠changing America?â
Dianaâs beautiful mouth dropped open. She was stunned for a few seconds before she confirmed, âYouâre not kidding?â
If Gotham was Americaâs most stubborn âcancer,â then the other major cities in the country were similar âlesions.â
Changing America was as inconceivable as treating someone with terminal cancer; it was even harder than Master Wayne using justice to change Gotham.
Diana had seen too many filthy things in the last century. She really didnât think that anyone could turn America into⊠no, the country had always been a super rotten quagmire.
Those who wanted to do their best for the country but couldnât pull it up would instead sink to the repulsive bottom to be absorbed and to decompose.
Given Lukeâs performance, if he said that he wanted to transform a small country with hundreds of thousands of people, Diana wouldnât feel that he was talking big.
But transforming hundreds of millions of people into a world-class power? That was much more difficult.
Luke took a sip of his mango juice and smacked his lips. âBecause Iâm Bruce, but Iâm not Bruce either.â
Diana glanced at him curiously. âHuh?â
Luke couldnât help but admire the rare sight of a slightly childish expression on the 100-year-old princessâs face.
It wasnât until her sidelong glance turned into a roll of her eyes and a snort that he revealed a little secret. âDo you remember our earliest meeting?â
Diana said, âI do.â
Luke said, âSo, you must remember my name, right?â
Diana said, âOf course.â
Her answer was short, but her expression and tone implied: Get to the point!
Luke said, âYou might have guessed that Iâm indeed Bruce Wayne.â
Diana waited for a few seconds, but didnât hear anything else. She was surprised. âThatâs it?â
Luke was stunned. âThatâs not enough?â
Diana frowned. âSo youâre not Bruce Wayneâs half-brother or distant relative?â
Luke was lost for words. Fine, the princess had a very âtraditionalâ mindset.
This museum curator clearly couldnât be bothered to understand things like space-time travel and parallel universes.
Thinking about it, activities like farming, fishing, and even wine manufacturing on Paradise Island all used very traditional methods.
The princess had personally stepped on the grapes to make a batch of wine for Luke, which he had specially put away as a souvenir.
As these ridiculous thoughts flashed through his mind, he finally gave the real answer. âIâm Bruce Wayne from another time and space, another Batman.â
It was a Batman in the Marvel universe; it was just that there was no Wayne Enterprises there.
Dianaâs beautiful mouth dropped open again.
Contrary to Lukeâs expectations, the princess had indeed considered this possibility, but purely as a fanciful thought.
Just like how a man wanted to be rich and have many wives, she hadnât given the thought serious consideration at all.
Who would have thought that it was real?
That was right. Diana didnât suspect that Luke was lying, because there was no need.
With his strength and influence, was there any benefit in him pretending to be Master Wayne from another world? No.
She wouldnât change her attitude toward him just because he was or wasnât from another world. This was just an unexpected mystery.
After being dazed for a long while, she finally came back to herself.
Looking at Luke, who was leisurely enjoying his juice, she couldnât help but ask curiously, âThen, where are you from?â
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment. âItâs a little similar to this place. There are superheroes and all kinds of powerful existences.â
Diana asked, âThen why are you here?â
Luke sighed. âFor justice.â
Diana: ???
She didnât believe such nonsense.
...
Firstly, given Lukeâs personality, he would have a clear goal. He wouldnât mess around with random things.
Secondly, wasnât it enough to be a hero in one dimension?
Luke decisively said that it really wasnât enough!
âThere is still a lot of criminal activity on my side. There are also a lot of forces and mysterious existences in space that can easily destroy a city or a planet.â He spread his hands helplessly. âBut I think itâll take more than ten years or decades for me to encounter strong enough enemies on Earth. The slightly weaker Justice League over there will take care of itself. I was a little free, so I came here.â
Frowning and thinking for a moment, Diana shook her head. âYou took care of Doomsday and Steppenwolf quickly. We wonât see many here who are stronger than that.â
Luke chuckled and wagged a finger. âNo, no, no. I donât have many supervillains with outstanding strength on my side anymore. They donât appear as fast as they are wiped out, so Iâm really bored.â
Diana thought for a moment. âWhat do you mean, âwiped outâ?â
Luke nodded calmly. âJust like what youâre thinking: physical elimination. Dead enemies donât have the chance to jump out and cause trouble twice. Hm, at least, thatâs what most supervillains are like.â
Was a Batman who killed people still Master Wayne? Diana was skeptical. â⊠Are you sure youâre really Bruce Wayne?â
âNames are just code names, and Iâm a man in a mask.â Luke shrugged. âBruce also warned me that he would be keeping an eye on me. Iâm willing to let him supervise me.â
Diana was silent, but her eyes flickered.
...
Luke suddenly reached out and took her hand. âBut I donât like an old man watching me. So, Your Highness, are you willing to sacrifice some of your time for this world to âsuperviseâ me?â
Diana stared at him in surprise, but didnât pull her hand back.
A gentle sea breeze blew over the sea in spring, indicating that a brand new era had arrived.