Epilogue: The Greatest Secret


Thursday June 5th, 2030
Three days later


This complicates things, said Max's voice over the phone.

Makes them a hell of a lot easier for Dana and I. I'm sure Mr. Wayne would've approved, Terry said. He had moved into the Manor a couple of days ago.

I'm not.


A pause. Terry tried to change the course of conversation: So, the Mutants are gone. No more Sons of Batman, no more Jokers if we're lucky.

We'll always have work to do here, Max said.

We.

came his mother's voice from the distance. The Manor was disgustingly massive.

Gotta go, Max. I'll talk later, he hung up, What is it, Mom?

She entered the room. Have you seen Matt? I don't know where he went.

He's off... playing with toys or something. I was on the phone, Mom.

Help me look for him, she said firmly. Terry shrugged.

Kitchen, his bedroom, second floor bathroom, living room, second living room, third living room... No Matt.

The grandfather clock that was the entrance to the Batcave was ajar, letting in cold air.



There was the boy, in the dim light of the cave, at the foot of the staircase, reaching out to touch Batman's suit, awed, as his brother called.



He gasped, and looked up at him.

Can you keep a secret?

END