Bruce stepped outside, pausing just long enough to look back.
"Ash," he said calmly, "look after Lily and Mom."
Ash nodded without hesitation.
Bruce turned, and sprinted.
The moment his foot hit the ground, the world blurred.
The streets vanished behind him. Buildings smeared into indistinct streaks of color. The ground cracked faintly beneath each step as he accelerated beyond what the eye could track.
The Wind howled.
In five minutes, he crossed over a hundred thousand kilometers.
Even then, he knew he could've done it faster, two, maybe three minutes at most, but he'd had to slow down occasionally, checking the map overlay on his bracelet to confirm direction. At that speed, a single wrong turn could send him hundreds of kilometers off course.
Still, five minutes was more than enough.
