Charging Towards the Universe!

In the Batcave.

The outline of the Kryptonian ship gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the dim blue light.

Ever since the timeline had begun to unravel, Bruce had been repairing it—not because it could fly, but because it could fly faster, farther, and more steadily than anything Earth technology had ever made.

He needed Ian to take it and search for a race capable of crossing time, to correct the errors in the timeline. But this ship was Kryptonian technology, completely incompatible with Earth technology. He had spent a long time cracking its system, and even longer repairing its power core.

Ian stood beside the ship, both hands in his trouser pockets, watching Bruce run the final checks.

"You sure it can fly this time?" he asked.

Bruce did not look up, his hands still moving. "No. But it's better than doing nothing."

"Then what can I do to help?"

Bruce finally raised his head and glanced at him. "Your time power can stabilize its engine. Last time you touched it, it stopped shaking."

Ian raised an eyebrow. "So I'm a human stabilizer?"

"More or less."

Ian rolled his eyes, but he did not refuse. He walked over to the ship and pressed his hand against the hull. The power of time surged from his palm, wrapping around the entire vessel.

That chaotic energy flowed across the surface of the hull, seeped in, merged with it, filling every crack like water, every flaw, every unstable node.

The ship's engine let out a low hum, and then—it fell silent.

Completely silent.

No shaking, no strange noises, no sign of any malfunction. It simply sat there quietly, like a sleeping beast.

Bruce looked at the data on the instruments and stayed silent for three seconds. "Maybe—you should have done this