The world needs more heroes

When she came out of the restaurant, Filomina, who was hungry, felt a little panicked. She touched her stomach speechlessly, and felt that she had a small belly.

The Thai food in this restaurant is really authentic. Philomena was a little bit embarrassed by the spicy green curry, and secretly wrote down the name of this restaurant in the list in her heart.

Strolling on the way home was very peaceful, she saw the golden statue standing forever in the park again, the girl stopped countless times, and looked at the sculpture with a warm smile on Yang.

That is probably the impression that the superhero Superman left on the entire metropolis. He is not an omnipotent god, but a hero who always saves others with a warm smile.

Philomena has heard Lex Luthor, the richest man in the metropolis, criticize Superman more than once. He said that the alien Superman made human beings relax, and he said that God should not intervene in the affairs of the world.

She doesn't feel that way.

The cool night breeze is blowing slowly, the night lights on the street are working diligently, a few bugs are buzzing around the lights to keep warm, and the cast lights still have shadows that cannot be reproduced.

The city that lost Superman continued to run peacefully, but Philomena could feel that everyone was quietly and sadly remembering their lost superhero.

The pedestrians on the street walked together in twos and threes just like when Philomena went out, and the wind brought their words, some discussing what to eat for dinner, some discussing TV series, some discussing superheroes, etc. etc.

At this moment, Philomena felt that she finally knew why Superman had to stand in front of everyone even though he had been seriously injured countless times.

She withdrew her eyes from the Superman statue, and walked the way home at the same pace as usual.

When Philomena returned to the front of the house, a light was finally on at the door of the opposite room, and the dust on the ground was swept away. Richard Grayson even hung up on the doorknob leisurely. I bought a small bag of dried flower incense.

It looked exactly like he said, entrusted to take care of the house.

Just when Philomena thought so, the door to the opposite door just opened, and the handsome young man came out of the room. He was surprised to see the girl standing outside, and said with a smile, "Are you back?"

Filomina nodded silently, trying to show that she had no intention of communicating but was cut off by the young man opposite.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. I'm Richard Grayson, and I work at the Bludhaven Police Department. You can call me Dick." This overly friendly young man let Philomena A little frightened, she took a step back subconsciously, her icy blue eyes were vigilant, and Dick felt it almost instantly.

The young man also took a step back without showing any signs, leaving a safe distance for Philomena.

This is not only a very fierce child, but also a very wary child.

Doesn't seem like a native of the Metropolis.

Dick's retreat didn't attract Philomena's attention, but the girl did relax a little because of the young man's move, and even Philomena didn't notice it.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and she looked at it for two seconds before she spoke: "Philomina Olsen."

Dick couldn't help but laugh. The little girl in front of him seemed to have no intention of telling him anything except this name.

But Dick already knew the name of the girl in front of him, and after Philomena Olsen bought the apartment from the previous owner, Mrs. The identity was checked thoroughly.

The resume cannot be said to be perfect, but it is true. She was born in an orphanage. Her adoptive parents fell to their deaths during the Manhattan invasion half a year ago. The lawyers and professional managers under the Stark Group paid the huge insurance money left by her adoptive parents. In addition, the compensation is well used, and the assets are increasing in value every month.

Enough for her to buy two houses.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the special location of this bachelor apartment, Batman would not have spent a lot of time investigating the little girl's details.

When Superman was still alive, he only rented this bachelor apartment. It was not until after his accidental death that Batman bought it out of his own pocket and transferred the house to Superman's adoptive parents.

Originally, the serious and principled old Mr. Jonathan was unwilling to accept it, but Bruce insisted.

Anyway, Dick never thought that from Bruce's mouth, he could say: "This is to preserve the memory of Clark... during his lifetime." Such words.

Then, under the entrustment of Martha Kent, Dick came to clean this room from time to time and stayed for a few nights.

"The child Clark won't mind. If the items left behind are not used, they will only be forgotten." The old lady who looked old because of the death of her adopted son smiled gently as usual, but Dick could see it in the eyes of the other party. Slightly unconcealed sadness.

Later he agreed.

And the little girl in front of her, who didn't look very friendly, was probably her neighbor when she came to the metropolis occasionally.

The new neighbor didn't seem to want to continue talking. He took out the key and put it in the lock, and turned the lock with a "click", and didn't even look at him when he entered the door.

The sound of the door closing was very slight. Dick Grayson raised his eyebrows, walked to the elevator in two steps, and pressed the button for the elevator to go downstairs.

She was indeed a fierce little girl.

Philomena observed a pattern, Richard Grayson will appear in the Metropolis about twice a week, it seems that it should be the time when the police are on vacation.

During the holidays, he has to take over the work of vigilantes in other cities. Isn't this 007?It's a social animal that explodes.

Philomena Olson doesn't have any sympathy, but as long as you see a person sleeping unconscious with a bag of garbage dumped in the corridor, you may feel sympathy.

So Philomena frowned, and carefully picked up the bag of garbage from the feet of Dick, who was leaning against the corner and sleeping in a coma, and took the elevator with her own garbage to the garbage distribution center outside the first floor. threw.

After Philomena took the elevator upstairs again, as soon as the elevator door opened, she saw that the young man who had been sleeping had woken up with sleepy eyes, and was standing up blankly, looking at herself while waiting for the elevator. s position.

"Philomina, you just left?" Seeing the elevator open, the young man blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to drive the sleepiness out of his head.

Philomena came out of the elevator, nodded silently, without any desire to speak, opened the door with a click as usual and went in on her own.

Dick blinked blankly outside the door, and his brain, which was a little confused due to sleepiness, suddenly woke up with the sound of the door closing gently.

Regarding the bag of garbage that disappeared mysteriously, Dick suddenly had a guess. The young man pursed his lips, and with a slight smile on his face, he turned and went into the room again.

Superman's things are all in place and have not been touched. Dick always sleeps on the sofa when he is here, and he basically takes a nap anyway. The time usually does not exceed two hours, and then he will go out to fight for justice. , so there is basically no difference between a bed or a sofa.

Dick doesn't want anything that moves Superman.

The young man sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand and took out a bag of toast from the bag on the coffee table, took a piece from it and put it in his mouth, while opening the closed notebook.

The notebook was turned on after passing Dick’s iris authentication, and the screen that emerged was densely packed with surveillance equipment, ranging from Bludhaven’s surveillance to Gotham’s surveillance, and now Dick even added Metropolitan’s surveillance up.

The young man called up the surveillance system of the Metropolis, and checked a small surveillance screen in the upper left corner a few times. The screen instantly enlarged, and it was the surveillance system he had installed in the corridor.

Dick adjusted the time back to a few minutes ago. The girl with an indifferent expression came out of the house with a bag of garbage, and her eyes fell directly on the unconscious young man who was sleeping.

Philomena seemed to have paused for a long time before walking hesitantly to the sleeping Dick. Fortunately, the place where Dick passed out was still a short distance from where he put the garbage. If Philomena was a few inches closer, It might arouse Dick's subconscious vigilance.

Others may not know it, but Dick himself is always at his worst when he is asleep, and according to his brothers, they have been beaten more than once by this guy who got up very angry.

After confirming his thoughts, Dick laughed out loud, and the young man muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, he's still a cute kid──"

【Lovely child】At this moment, he is sitting in front of his desk, his fingers slightly grabbing his hair, using the slight tingling sensation to try to keep himself awake.

At this moment, Philomena is doing her homework for today.

In fact, there are not many homework for high school students in the United States, but Philomena really struggles with the homework of this subject.

Even if she can use Sombra, the character who is set to be the most powerful hacker in the world, it doesn't mean she can use the system of Overwatch to write homework for herself.

She really can't write a single question of this damned calculus!

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Philomena dropped the pen in her hand as if she was saved, and rushed out of the room furnished as a study, taking hasty steps, as if being chased by some monster.

When approaching the gate, Philomena slowed down. She twisted the lock of the gate and pulled the gate back.

Richard Grayson was standing at the door with a big smile on his face and two bottles of apple juice in his hand.

The young man spoke with some familiarity: "I guess you helped me throw out the trash, right?"

Philomena didn't answer, she didn't even nod, she just stared at Dick, the young man shrugged: "This is the top floor of our building, no one will come up casually."

Philomena thought about it for two seconds, and felt that Dick's guess was reasonable, but instead of reaching out to take the two bottles of juice, she said coldly, "I just think it's blocking the way."

After finishing speaking, Philomena wanted to close the door, but Dick pressed the door with one hand. The young man smiled helplessly: "That's a great help. I've been a little busy recently, and the garbage is piled up...how about tonight Shall I treat you to dinner?"

Philomena was silent for two seconds, and then said: "How is your calculus?"