I Gave You a Job, So Why Would I Pay You?

"Bruce Wayne? You look just like your ancestor, Sir Gawain." Justin Arthur regarded Bruce warmly. "Sir Gawain often rode with Sir Galahad, but his manner was much like Sir Agravain's—meticulous and solemn in everything he did."

"Hello, Justin Knight." Bruce felt awkward meeting one of his ancestor's old comrades.

The warm look Justin kept giving him only made it worse.

"No need to be so formal. Just call me Grandpa Justin."

Justin Arthur, the Shining Knight, was one of the Knights of the Round Table. His sword could cut through almost anything, his armor protected him from all harm, and his horse could travel a thousand miles in a day—or fly.

While carrying out an order to fight a vicious ogre in the north, Justin and the creature had fallen into a glacial crevasse. Frozen for more than thirteen hundred years, he had remained dormant until 1941, when the glacier melted and drifted south, and a professor from a New York museum discovered him.

After accepting that he had awakened more than a millennium later, Justin Arthur became a superhero. He worked to keep the peace and fought Supervillains. When World War II broke out, he pledged his service to his homeland, joined King George's personal guard, and protected Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

As for why the English of today were all Anglo-Saxon barbarians, and where his fellow Celts had gone, Justin decided he was better off not looking into it.

"Grandpa Justin." Bruce set the wooden box containing the Holy Grail on the table. "Take a look at this."

"The Holy Grail." Justin opened the box and studied the stone vessel inside. "So this is what it looks like. I've never seen it before."

"You haven't?" Bruce asked curiously.

"Sir Galahad hadn't even set out to find it when