Kent Farm, the time came in the afternoon.

Located in the geographic center of the continental United States, Kansas is an important agricultural and pastoral state.

But Kent farms are limited in size, and in such a large-scale agricultural state, the annual harvest is only a small surplus.

Jonathan, the farmer, is far less comfortable than his predecessors.

"It's all Lincoln's fault."

"Ah, Ryan, what did you say?" Clark looked up in amazement.

Ryan sat on the grass beside him, shook his head and sighed, "It's okay."

"Oh." Clark answered, clutching the grasshopper in his hand, and asked, "Are you going home?"

"Yes."

Not far away, Jonathan was filling up his pickup truck.

There was some disappointment in Clark's eyes, and he quickly said hopefully, "Then when will you come again?"

Ryan thought of chatting and playing with him in the morning, and suddenly said tiredly, "I'll come back in ten years."

"Huh? So long?!" Clark was visibly shocked.

Ryan looked at his immature face, helpless and inexplicably wanting to laugh.

Reaching out and squeezing it gently, he said, "Just kidding, I don't know when I'll be able to come back."

Clark didn't dodge, but said in a low mood, "Then if you have time, you can come and play with me."

"Good!"

Seeing Ryan nodding in agreement, he suddenly laughed again, and then continued to play with the grasshopper in his hand.

Ryan looked at him, his heart full of doubts.

Why did it come so early?

Clark hadn't even completed his initial awakening, he was really just a happy little son in a farmer's house.

Ryan quietly took a drop of blood from his body, and nothing happened after absorbing it.

It's embarrassing.

Clark looked up again, a sunny but toothless smile at him.

Ryan couldn't help but laugh, and then reached out to pluck more hay and weave one small animal after another for him.

Moment.

"Kids, we're ready to go!" Jonathan's voice came.

Ryan got up.

Clark holds a bunch of straw animals in his arms: "Wait until I get them home first!"

He ran home on his short legs, and was sent out by Martha.

"Ryan, your hands are dexterous." Martha laughed.

"Thank you."

Martha handed over a bag, "It's your clothes in it, I washed it briefly, but it's not dry."

"Thank you, I'll give you back Clarke's clothes the next time I come."

Clarke, who was on the side, heard his words, and his eyes suddenly lit up again.

After a few people got into the car, Martha stood outside the window and told Jonathan again.

Not long after, the car drove away to the city not far away, where Ryan's fictional home was located.

Along the way, Clark still pestered Ryan to keep talking, and the content of the discussion was even more heaven and earth, extremely jumpy.

From time to time, Jonathan would look at the two of them through the rearview mirror, and there were many wrinkles on his face.

In an hour or so, the pickup enters the city.

Ryan casually pointed, and eventually, the car stopped under an apartment building.

The three of them went upstairs, and Ryan knocked on the door through blood perception to find a completely empty room.

"They don't seem to have come back yet."

Jonathan frowned, "I think we should call the police......

"No, no, they're scared of the police." Ryan whispered.

When Jonathan heard this, he immediately understood, and his gaze at Ryan suddenly swelled with pity.

After waiting for a while, Ryan took the initiative and said, "Why don't you go back first, it's not time for them to get off work, and I'm going out by myself." It's not too early now, and I think they'll be back soon

of."

"But you ...... alone"

"Don't worry, I know everyone here."

Jonathan looked at the sky, then at Clark, and finally sighed, "Okay then."

Then, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom with his name and phone number written on it, apparently prepared.

"If you're in trouble, you can call me at any time."

"Okay."

Jonathan leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, and Clark stepped forward to hug him.

Bidding farewell to the two, Ryan leaned on the window and watched the car drive away.

After staying quietly for a while, he turned and went downstairs.

Since Superman has not yet awakened, he can only change his goal first.

Batman? He's an ordinary person, and his blood is probably the same as Tony's, so he's useless.

The Flash? Is he born now?

Wonder Woman? Who knows where she is?

Aquaman? How to get around Amnesty Bay, and also, how old is he now?

The more he thought about it, the more puzzled Ryan became.

Wandering aimlessly through the small city, he quickly thought about where he was going next.

At present, the best way is to directly change the universe!

He could feel that the changes in his body were not constant, and if he returned to the previous universe now, he would still be the same Ryan.

Then, in order to travel through the universe, he now needs a powerful energy source to light up a golden stardust.

Mother box!

There are three on Earth.

One on Paradise Island, one in Atlantis, and the other ......

During World War II, the Mother Box, which had been kept by humans, was found by the German Nazis who were dedicated to the study of supernatural powers.

Yes, it's them again, the same as the cosmic Rubik's cube!

On the way to Hitler, the mother box was cut off by the U.S. military and then sealed in the dust.

Now, it should be in ...... Pentagon!

「…… According to the police bulletin, the couple who were shot near the Gotham City theater last night have been confirmed to be Thomas Wayne and his wife, Martha Wayne, who are the owners of the Wayne Foundation, the richest and most powerful couple in Gotham City......

Ryan stopped and turned to look at the TV in the convenience store next to him.

The screen jumps.

[Mr. and Mrs. Wayne were killed, and the mayor mourned! ] 】

"As the mayor of this great city, I assure you that the culprit of this horrific murder will be apprehended, and the heaviest punishment awaits him!"

So.

Gotham, the first season?

After a pause, Ryan pulled up the sleeve of his right hand, looked at the short colorful lines, and whispered, "Let more fish jump, I seem to understand......

A few minutes later, Ryan spread his wings of light and soared into the sky, heading straight east.

Unlike the Marvel Universe, the vast majority of cities on Earth in the DC Universe are fictional.

Of course, they are not completely untraceable.

Although the universe has changed, the core location of many stories is still the East Coast.

So is Gotham.

Ryan flies while receiving the light of the moon.

However, after a period of time, I still fell into the dilemma of making ends meet.

So, he lowered his altitude to the bottom of the clouds and searched the land.

Soon, he landed on a train heading east.

The train was carrying ordinary cargo, and it should not suddenly explode.

Lying on the top of the train, Ryan's face was like a lake with stones, and abnormal light and shadow fluctuations appeared.

Immediately, light and shadow fluctuations spread throughout the body.

Ryan is constantly trying to condense light energy and change form.

As a result, his body can be seen slowly elongating, but soon it will always be close to a certain critical point

The torso burst like a bubble, revealing the appearance of a seven- or eight-year-old child.

This is something that Ryan has studied, and he has been able to adjust the light to obscure other people's vision.

However, he still needs to put in more effort for delicate operations such as directly changing his face and even changing his height and body shape.

All night, Ryan spent the night researching and adjusting.

It wasn't until it was getting brighter that he got up and flew into the sky.

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Gotham.

A magical city, as the mayor said, is also a great city.

Other than that, you won't find another place that has bred so many supervillains who have risen as humans as human beings.

At first, the author who created it with a paintbrush in his hand probably could have imagined that the name of a jewelry store that he came across while flipping through a phone book in New York City could be so "brilliant".

Ryan landed on the edge of the city, put away his wings of light, and got ready to take a stroll around the "legendary city".

After a moment, however, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

The times are not right.

So much so that the city he saw was still a few decades away from modernization, and even had to wait for the world's economy, science and technology to progress together before it could truly reveal its special metropolis atmosphere.

Right now?

There are weird-looking Gothic buildings everywhere, and most of them are not only backward, but also dirty.

It's superficial dirty.

After all, no Batman or Wayne Group has taken the initiative to take responsibility for the city's civilization and environment.

Here, it is the world of gangsters, and it is an excellent soil for breeding villains.

In other words, fish everywhere.

Walking through the wet streets, Ryan walked into a small bookstore and picked up a map of the city at the entrance.

Almost every time he sees a place, some images and names flash through Ryan's mind, or perhaps, is it a popular ballad? (Note)

All in all.

It is indeed a large number of talents.

Ryan nodded and sighed.

After jotting down the contents, he put down the map and smiled out the window as he turned his head.

A figure flashed past the window.

He was about to step away when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hey, boy!"

Ryan looked back.

It was a tall, somewhat fat, bearded man, with a dangerous glint in his squinted eyes and a low and hoarse tone.

"If you don't want to suffer, just stay here and wait for your parents."

Ryan looked at him, his gaze falling on the book in his hand, "Are you a botanist?"

"Huh?" He glanced at the book in his hand, pouted disdainfully, and said, "Of course not!"

With that, he took the book and went to check out.

The boss was an old man with gray hair, and he kept his head down, as if he didn't dare to make eye contact with a man.

After paying, he paused again as he walked to the door with the book, rubbing the new book in his hand, he hesitated for a few seconds, but then turned back and said, "You'd better be careful!"

It's obviously a concern and reminder, but when it comes out of his mouth, it looks like a threat.

Ryan couldn't help but laugh.

You see, the fish actually jumped up on its own.