The Kent family's guests did not keep everyone waiting long. After lunch, everyone rested for half an hour before the doorbell rang.
There was only one road onto Wayne Island, yet the surveillance footage clearly showed that it had been empty one second, and the next, four figures of varying heights had appeared outside the gates of Wayne Manor.
Clearly, although he was visiting in his private capacity as Clark Kent, the poor reporter had still chosen the most economical way to travel.
The elderly butler went to greet the guests, while those inside the manor peered out curiously.
Before long, Alfred led the guests inside.
Clark Kent wore his ever-present plaid shirt, holding hands with a tall, poised, elegant woman: Lois, the Daily Planet's most famous reporter.
Two boys followed behind them. The older one seemed to have inherited his father's black hair and blue eyes. His hair stood up defiantly, and the stray locks over his forehead did nothing to hide the sharpness in his eyes. Dressed in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, he kept both hands in his pockets and radiated rebellious confidence-a handsome young guy who was cool through and through.
The younger one looked a little younger than Damian, with soft black hair exactly like Clark's and cheeks that still held a child's baby fat. His eyes curved into crescents when he smiled, making him look fresh-faced and innocent. He was rather slim, wearing a plaid shirt similar to Clark's and canvas shoes. Bits of grass from the Kansas farm still clung to his trouser cuffs as he looked around curiously.
Soon, the younger boy's gaze settled on the only girl present. Perhaps because he was somewhere unfamiliar, he was still a little shy and stayed close to his parents, but the light