"By the way, why are you so sure that ship is related to Clark?" Bruce asked.
"Have you been inside?"
"No," Morin replied. "But I've seen some future fragments. Interested?"
"A civilization capable of interstellar travel has technology far beyond Earth's," Bruce admitted.
"I want to know whether we can acquire high-tech countermeasures."
"Clark is already powerful. If his people come here..."
Bruce paused briefly.
"Without enough power or preparation, I won't be able to rest easy."
"Your concern makes sense," Morin shrugged.
"But you still need to talk to him. I don't have the right to decide."
"Hm... he did say he wanted to learn magic," Bruce said thoughtfully.
"Teaching him isn't impossible," Morin considered.
"But honestly, I don't know if he can learn it."
"You really plan to teach him?" Bruce raised another soundproofing spell.
"Why not?" Morin countered.
"Clark's natural abilities are already terrifying," Bruce said slowly.
"If he masters magic too, then-"
He stopped.
Morin understood.
"I get your point," Morin waved it off.
"But unlike you, I don't take 'preemptive measures' against people I trust for things that haven't happened."
"My judgment of character is solid."
"Take you, for example," he continued calmly.
"Arrogant. Self-centered. Black-hearted. Petty."
"Hey," Bruce cut in, face dark.
"Stick to the topic. Stop insulting me."
"I'm just being honest," Morin said.
"Bottom line: Clark has my trust."
"But what if," Bruce pressed, "just a hypothesis-he loses consciousness, gets mind-controlled, and becomes our enemy?"
"Then I'll stop him," Morin smiled.
"Since when is the student stronger than the teacher?"
Definitely not because I have Kryptonite stored in my system space.
Probably.
"...Fine," Bruce said after a pause.
"Since you're so confident."
He didn't argue further.
Bruce wasn't the type to ask pointless questions like what if you lose.
That kind of person only survived online.
"But now that you mention it," Morin rubbed his chin,
"I might as well go. That technology sounds useful."
"I've got nothing else to do. Might be fun."
"You coming?"
"I'll pass," Bruce shook his head.
"Gotham needs me. And I'm keeping an eye on that Fear Energy."
"Fair enough," Morin nodded.
"I'll go find Clark."
Bruce watched him leave.
Then he descended into the Batcave.
After several layers of identity verification, he accessed a system.
There weren't many files.
Each folder corresponded to one name.
Morin.
Diana.
Clark.
Inside was their information.
And their weaknesses.
After adding several notes, Bruce leaned back and began thinking seriously about Gotham.
Morin's words had triggered a massive realization.
He had been trapped in a narrow mindset.
Bruce wasn't stubborn.
If something made sense, he would adopt it.
The Arctic.
Research Station.
"Why are you wearing a mask?" Morin asked flatly as he arrived.
"Oh-Morin?" Clark was startled.
"What are you doing here?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Morin looked him over.
"Are you planning a heist?"
"What? No!" Clark shook his head.
"Then why the full-face hood?" Morin stared.
This wasn't right.
He hadn't paid attention for a while and Clark was already becoming a master thief?
Even if you wore a mask, shouldn't it be the half-face kind?
Eyes, nose, forehead?
Mask culture really was different.
East covered the bottom or everything.
West covered the top.
"I got excited and realized I forgot to bring one," Clark scratched his head.
"So I bought some materials and made this on the way."
"You're not doing anything wrong," Morin sighed.
"You're just taking back what's yours."
"Whatever. You're used to it."
What Morin really imagined was something else.
What would Clark's father think when his son walked in wearing a ski mask?
"Alright," Morin said.
"Let's go."
"It's time you learned everything."
"And I..."
"I need to trade with your father."
"Father?" Clark blinked.
"Your biological father," Morin nodded.
"His consciousness."
"It's time."
They headed toward the Kryptonian ship buried beneath the ice.
Clark's X-ray vision pierced the layers easily.
Heat Vision carved a path.
He stepped inside.
He was so focused on learning his origins that he didn't notice Lois Lane following them.
Morin noticed.
He just didn't care.
That was Clark's destiny.
As someone who saw Clark as family-
No, closer than that-
Morin felt sorting out his love life was important.
They reached the cockpit.
"This is..." Clark touched the triangular slot.
He instinctively looked down.
Hanging on his chest was the metal S-shield pendant.
Morin had returned it to him years ago, saying he'd need it someday.
"Plug it in," Morin said.
A defense drone activated nearby.
Under Morin's electromagnetic suppression, it froze in place.
"That represents your identity," Morin continued.
"Your past."
"Okay."
Clark inserted the key.
For a civilization capable of interstellar travel, a ship frozen for ten thousand years still having power was normal.
Once the ID was verified, systems activated.
The stored consciousness awakened.
Jor-El.
Outside, Lois did what she always did.
As a reporter, her curiosity had no brakes.
Seeing a floating defense drone, she did something "constructive."
She took a photo.
With flash.
The drone's evaluation changed instantly.
From non-threat to hostile.
A tentacle lashed out-
Why did it have tentacles?
Efficiency, probably.
Lois was sent flying.
"What was that?" Clark turned.
"An intruder," Morin replied.
"She might be in danger."
"Go help. I'll talk to your father."
"Okay."
Clark left without hesitation.
He trusted Morin completely.
Once Clark was gone, Morin looked around.
"What?"
"Not coming out to chat?"
"You..." A hologram appeared.
Jor-El.
He looked almost real.
"You are very powerful," Jor-El said, studying him.
"May I ask-what is your relationship with my son?"
"Years ago, I received a gift from the stars," Morin said calmly.
"Clark is a good kid."
"I found him a kind couple to raise him."
"Today was simply the right time."
"Thank you," Jor-El smiled.
"For everything you did for Kal-Kal-El."
"So his Earth name is Clark?"
"Clark Kent."
"A good name."
"What about Clark-ass?" Morin said suddenly.
"...What?"
"Nothing," Morin waved it off.
"Anyway, I'm not just here for him."
"I need something for myself."
"On Earth, we call this..."
"Child support."
"..."
Jor-El stiffened.
"I see," he said after a pause.
"Very well."
"What do you want?"
"You have internal bleeding," Clark said, carefully moving Lois's coat aside.
Under her sweater, her figure was obvious.
He swallowed instinctively.
"I need to treat you quickly."
Why did someone with X-ray vision need to move clothes?
Good question.
Some things didn't need answers.
"Who... who are you?" Lois asked, panicked.
Not because she was weak.
Because Clark-unlike the drifter in the stories-was clean, handsome, and well-built.
If he were a monster, she might've fainted already.
Looks mattered.
"I'm Clar-"
He stopped himself.
"I can't tell you yet."
"My uncle is good with injuries."
"I need to carry you. Is that okay?"
"You're worried about that now?" Lois stared.
"Even if I wasn't hurt, I'd be happy to let you carry me."
"...Right," Clark said, blushing.
He lifted her carefully.
"Your son and future daughter-in-law are here," Morin said in the cockpit.
"Future daughter-in-law..." Jor-El repeated thoughtfully.
"I wondered how you knew so much."
"You can see the future?"
"Yes. Fragments," Morin pointed to his eyes.
"That's part of why I'm here."
"Krypton is gone. But Zod and his rebels survived."
"They're coming."
"They want the Codex."
"They'll take it from Clark and rebuild Krypton."
"I need your technology to deal with them."
"You seem confident in me," Jor-El said slowly.
"I am Kryptonian. I should want that."
"You do," Morin nodded.
"But you chose a different path."
"You wanted Clark to become a god."
"To restart the race naturally on Earth."
"You just didn't expect Earth to change this much in twenty thousand years."
"Yes," Jor-El smiled faintly.
"My data was outdated."
"But it's fine."
"Kal lives. That's enough."
"Then we're on the same side," Morin said.
"Zod wants to rip the Codex out of Clark."
"Whether Clark survives or not, he'd lose his chance to become that 'god.'"
"That Codex contains the genetic blueprint of your entire race."
"Infinite potential."
"Correct?"
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