Gotham International Airport.
An unmarked transport plane was parked at the airport in front of the control tower and requested clearance for takeoff twenty minutes later.
Everything had been arranged by Wayne Enterprises personnel.
The airport was closed for maintenance today, so no one knew what was happening here.
Inside the control tower command room.
Lucius, his hair completely white, watched a group of young people board the plane with a deep frown. He turned and asked:
"Can't we find someone else? Sending a bunch of kids..."
"Are you blaming me?"
Alfred walked over from the side. As he watched the transport plane about to take off, his eyes were filled with worry and melancholy.
"I just think this is too hasty. Perhaps we should find a way to put pressure on Congress and go through official channels..."
Lucius had only gotten halfway through his sentence.
When Alfred cut him off. "If you think it will help, then do it. You're the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Do what you should do. The children's safety won't be a problem."
"I found the best mercenaries, but the forces behind that child are important to us. Only by getting them to stand with us will we have a chance to face what comes next."
"I'm just as anxious as you are, but all we can do is wait here. What changes have there been at LexCorp? I remember they acquired those aliens' technological equipment."
Alfred turned to Lucius. If he had been five years younger, he would have gone himself, but people were still needed here.
Lucius took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and handed them to Alfred, then put on another pair himself and picked up a remote control.
He began explaining with the spatial effects of the virtual