The timeline flowed through Ian's hands.
Like a tamed snake.
Ian rippled the timeline, twisting everything in the universe so that all things reshaped themselves according to his memories, and the correct timeline was found again.
And so he returned to the day before he had traveled through time, back to his own DC Universe. He stood in front of the Kent Family house.
The house was not large, two stories, with white outer walls and a blue roof. There was a maple tree by the door, its leaves red, rustling in the morning breeze. A pair of boots sat on the steps, caked with mud. They were Jonathan's. The porch light was still on, its orange glow spilling over the steps.
"I'm back! The correct timeline!"
Ian stood at the door, looking at it. A wooden door, brown, with a copper handle polished bright from use. He could not help sighing over how powerful Godhood truly was.
After hesitating for a moment, the young man still reached out and pushed the door open. The hallway was warm, the radiator making a gurgling sound.
Photos hung on the wall. A family portrait. Superman and Lois stood in the middle, Jonathan on the left, Jordan on the right, while Ian stood at the very front, crouching with his chin propped in his hand.
That photo had been taken a long time ago. Back then he had still been little, with a round face and messy hair. Ian stood in front of that photo and looked at it for a long time.
"Finally!"
It was hard to describe just how relieved Ian felt right now.
Footsteps came from upstairs, thump, thump, thump. It was Jonathan. He appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a gray hoodie, his hair a mess, his