His duty completed, he's gently returned to the ground. Before his benefactor can move away, he hugs him fiercely about the neck. You are most welcome, Master Bruce. As Alfred straightens, he holds out his hand for his young charge. Bruce hesitates for an instant, then slowly, trustingly holds his own hand up and feels a warm sensation as it's embraced in Alfred's strong, steady grip.
Mom calls gaily.
The family hugs briefly and recites a small prayer before going up. This is a ritual they've performed every day of his life. Together they run out into the limelight. The crowd cheers, the band strikes up a tune, the clowns pose in mock horror. He flies trustingly out into space knowing that Dad's sure, strong hands will be waiting for him.