Time passed slowly in silence, bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, several days had gone by.
And today...
Owlman, who had long since returned to an ordinary life, took out the cleanest, neatest suit and overcoat he had prepared for himself and put them on.
He slipped into his leather shoes. They looked good, but they were far from comfortable.
Owlman could never get used to shoes like these. They pinched his feet.
But in the end, he had no choice but to accept them in silence.
He had made compromises like this far too many times already.
Leaving the basement, Owlman happened to pass by the display room he treasured most.
There, his old armor had long since gathered dust.
But Owlman did not find that regrettable. He had indeed lost his career as a hero, yet unlike many others, he had never felt any regret.
He even enjoyed returning to this quiet yet exceptionally leisurely life.
Owlman knew very well that only an imperfect world would desperately need heroes.
If the world no longer needed heroes so much...
Just as it had more than a decade ago, when people no longer needed him or the other Watchmen.
It was like the look in Owlman's eyes as he gazed at the display case.
A look of faint helplessness mixed with a hint of joy.
He had always believed that people no longer needed him because they were already living well.
If saviors were no longer needed, didn't that mean people no longer needed saving?
What a wonderful world that was...
The international situation was just a little tense.
Sighing to himself, Owlman left the basement.
He wandered briefly through the house aboveground, which was not much different from an ordinary residence.
Owlman took out some beans