What if Superman was raised by the Waynes instead of the Kents?
Today's videoopens up with Jor-El adjusting a final setting on the birthing matrix. Lara stands beside him, her hand resting on his arm. Her eyes are fixed on their sleeping son.
"He's so small, Jor-El. So vulnerable. It seems impossible that he can survive that… that journey." Said Lara
"He must, Lara. He is our only hope. Krypton is doomed. He must live." Replied Jor-El
"The coordinates are locked. The birthing matrix is programmed to seek a yellow sun, a planet with life. I've infused it with all the knowledge of the Codex, of our people. He will not be lost, Lara."
"I know you've done everything you could. But still…It feels as if we are tearing out a piece of our hearts."
Jor-El puts his hand on Kal-El and then kisses the baby on the forehead. He steps back. Lara takes Kal-E'sl little hand in hers and kisses him on the forehead lingering. Jor-El puts his hand on her arm and looks at her intensely.
"Let go, Lara"
"It's time to let him ago. We can't wait any longer"
Shereluctantlytucks arm into the blanket covering him.
Lara takes one last look at Kal-El, then turns to Jor-El. They embrace tightly, finding solace in each other's arms. After a moment, they part, and Jor-El activates the birthing matrix begins to hum, a soft light emanating from within. The lid seals shut. The small craft rises slowly from the platform, hovering for a moment before a shimmering portal opens before it.
Jor-El:Farewell, Kal-El. May you find peace. May you find your purpose amongst the stars.
The headlights of a late-model sedan cut through the darkness of a lonely highway. Thomas Wayne, in his early 40s, drives with a focused expression. MarthaWayne, also in her early 40s, sits beside him, a contented smile playing on her lips. She rests a hand on her slightly rounded belly, a gentle, almost subconscious gesture. The car hums along, a steady, rhythmic sound.
Thenall of asudden, a blinding flash of light fills the sky followed by a deafeningroar that makes both Thomas and Martha jump. The car swerves violently.
"What was that?"
Thomas slams on the brakes, pulling the car to the shoulder of the road. Martha gasps, her hand going to her chest. "Thomas! Are you okay? The baby!
"I'm you okay? How's Bruce?"
"How's the baby? What was that?"
"I don't know. Come on let's check it out"
Thomas's tone is filled with concern. He takes Martha's hand and helps her over the low guardrail. They start walking towards the glow. As they get closer, the source of the light becomes clear. A mangled, metallic object hadcreateda crater into the ground. It looks unlike anything either of them have ever seen.
"What is that? Is it a plane?"
"I don't... I don't think so. It's some sort... machine.
They approach cautiously, their eyes with a mix of fear and awe. Within the wreckage, amidst smoke and twisted metal, they hear a faint sound. A soft, rthythmic whimpering. Thomas carefully climbs through the wreckage, and sees inside a small, undamaged chamber, a baby. It's wrapped in soft, alien looking cloth, and its eyes large and bright, filled with a unnerving stillness.
"Marthacome here."
Martha carefully makes her way towards the chamber, her eyes widening in surprise. She gently takes the child, cradling it in her arms.
"A child?"
"Who would leave a baby in something like this?"
Thomas looks at the wreckage, then at the baby in Martha's arms. He knows this changes everything.
"He's not from here, Martha. Not from anywhere on this Earth."
"Can we keep him?"
"Poor little thing. He needs us, Thomas. He needs a home."
Thomas takes a deep breath, staring at the baby. A profound sense of responsibility washes over him.
"Yes. Yes he does."
"We'll name
He puts his arm around Martha, looking out at the wreckage, and then at the vast night sky above.
To Be Continued...