Seeing that the passersby did not seem to react much to Dick's appearance, as though the bat suit on him were no different from ordinary clothes, Bruce took off his hood as well and wiped his face.
When Batman could live openly without concealing his identity—or rather, when Gotham's citizens had completely forgotten the fear Batman represented—that was what he wanted.
He picked up the coffee delivered by the waiter, generously left a tip, and took a light sip. Sure enough, the coffee at Alfred Sanitarium tasted exactly like Alfred's brew.
A smile appeared on his face. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. "This tastes very good."
Dick smiled and nodded as well. Without his mask, his expression was noticeably more animated. "Yes. I remember that whenever you drank coffee, you always asked Alfred whether he had added anything. You would only drink it when he said he had added 'justice.'"
"Heh, that's right. Seeing that all of you are living so well now puts my mind at ease."
Batman happily lifted his cup and gulped down several mouthfuls. The matter of coffee additives had merely been a subtle precaution against someone impersonating Alfred and poisoning him.
As everyone knew, Gotham had far too many "chameleons."
Batman set down his cup with a smile and sighed beneath the warm sunlight.
Looking up at the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves and falling across the bat emblem on his chest, he lightly placed a hand on his belt. Something inside it was vibrating.
"This place is different from before."
Meanwhile, Diana, accompanied by Cassie, toured the new Paradise Island. It too was completely different from what she remembered.
Not only were the towering statues of gods gone, leaving only a statue of Hippolyta, but wizards