The world needs more heroes

Bruce Wayne, aka. Batman, is holding his forehead with a headache at the moment, and beside him is a dissatisfied and complaining little robin, chirping like a cicada, and finally Batman, known for his endurance skills, still couldn't hold back, he said in a low-pressure voice: "Damian, enough is enough."

Damian stopped his words in dissatisfaction, and was still very unhappy with the fact that his father asked him to fake his death to avoid the sharp edge.

Mainly because he was dissatisfied that he had to make way for those weak and useless assassins, and there were even people who really thought they could snipe him—Damian Wayne, the bloodline heir who will inherit the mantle of Batman—is simply ridiculous extreme.

Bruce has been so busy recently that he didn't want to be too harsh on Damian, a child who was hunted down by his own mother, but in recent days Damian has become more difficult to discipline than before.

He sat on the chair and turned half a circle, facing the little boy who was wearing a blood-stained Robin uniform behind him, with his arms folded and his face full of rebelliousness, he said: "I thought we were discussing not to bother Philomena."

"Come on." Damian rolled his eyes: "That's based on the fact that she is just an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, and I don't have the slightest interest in her like that, but—"

Damian suddenly stopped talking, his eyes widened slightly, and a trace of obvious ridicule flashed across his face.

he does not know.

Batman hadn't figured it out.

The boy's reaction was extremely quick, and he directly turned his own words: "But I think she needs to learn what respect for others is."

Bruce wanted to sigh when he heard this. The person in this family who most needs to learn respect and etiquette is Damian. Thalia and Lei Xiaogu taught Damian all the skills of assassins and all the knowledge about how to manage a criminal empire. But it failed to tell Damian how to be a person.

When he first came to Wayne Manor, Damian was arrogant, arrogant and rude, with everything that an uneducated child possessed, and he was even proficient in killing people. The knowledge he learned at a young age is enough Controlling the Wayne Group has turned over and over in the economic sector.

Bruce can't say that he changed him because he knows how bad he is at teaching children, but Dick has been a big part of it, he's almost a father and brother in getting Damian off the wrong path Pulled back.

"We discussed this. Philomena is different from you and me, and she doesn't want to recognize a father who once abandoned him." Bruce clasped his hands, and sat on the chair for a short while showing a trace of fatigue. Ann didn't miss this point, he listened to his father in silence: "We need to respect her choice, besides, it's really dangerous for you to go to the metropolis alone, your mother──"

"I know what my mother wants, and if I see her, I will not be soft, father." Damian interrupted Bruce abruptly, and the boy said stubbornly, "but you are far better than the first Even more cowardly the first time you saw me, you didn't even try!"

"It's not that Philomena Olsen rejected you, but that you are so cowardly that you haven't even asked!" Damian dropped this sentence, wearing the Robin that was stained with blood for camouflage. The battle clothes walked towards his room with heavy steps.

After about 5 minutes, steady and rhythmic footsteps approached from a distance, and Bruce asked while working, "Do you think so too?"

"I don't criticize other people's behavior, sir." Alfred was holding a mug, and the clear coffee-colored liquid in the cup exuded a slight aroma of black tea, and the fine sweetness rose slightly with the steam: "But da What Master Mian said is not completely incorrect."

"This is not a chance to atone for yourself as you said, but Miss Philomena deserves it." Alfred sighed and did not speak again.

This kind of thing is never easy to be listened to by others, especially when facing a young master like Bruce Wayne who has been self-willed since childhood to middle age.

Even though he took care of Bruce from a young age, Alfred didn't dare to say that he fully understood what his young master was thinking. There was always a place in his heart that was entwined with layers of locks. chains around it.

And from his shallow understanding, Miss Philomena seemed to be the same.

Regarding these two people, he almost agrees with Master Dick. It is absolutely not for others to intervene. No matter who is close to whom, it should be decided by themselves.

Gotham is shrouded in an impending hurricane, but Philomena is shocked to welcome an unexpected visitor.

She received a call from Dick Grayson in advance, and the other party hesitated and asked if Philomena would be at home in the next few days.

"Huh?" Philomena tucked her phone between her shoulder and her face, and stood by the sink to wash the dishes: "I didn't plan to go out of the metropolis, what's wrong?"

"No, no, just to ask, Damian said he wants to find you again next time." Dick lied about his brother, God knows when he heard Damian commit suicide and went to Metropolis to find Philo How terrified he was when Mina said he was going to see the unicorn.

The main fear is that two siblings with the same bloodline will draw their knives and slash each other, and only one of the last two will survive.

When Philomena heard this, her face darkened in an instant, and the girl gritted her teeth and said, "Bring him, you and him can only live as one."

The strong hostility in the words made Dick on the other end of the phone tremble, and he felt that his life was in danger.

Ever since Philomena revealed her true identity in front of him, and after he brought the unconscious Genji back from the street and successfully protected her secret, the girl no longer concealed it, so from the perspective of others Look, Philomena is even a little arrogantly intimate with Dick, as if the whole world just opened a small mouth for him, allowing him to put a hand in and gently hold her heart.

Therefore, he felt that he was cheating the other party a little bit. The young man made a few perfunctory sentences with a guilty conscience, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

It took about five seconds after Philomena rang the doorbell and walked over to open the door before realizing that she seemed to have been tricked by some Grayson. The man standing outside the door looked a little fidgety. Nan'an, holding a small gift box in his hand, stood up straight when he heard the door open.

Gotham's most famous playboy stood in front of the door. Time seemed to be unable to leave any traces on him. The immaturity once seen in yellowed newspapers had transformed into a mature demeanor. Gotham's most perfect man Standing at the door of Philomena's house, the flat suit was well cut, but the advanced customization could not conceal the other party's uneasiness.

However, in Philomena's view, all of this is just a false disguise. No one knows better than her what kind of calm and cautious soul is wrapped under Bruce Wayne's outer skin.

How could Batman feel uneasy about this.

She couldn't see the real thoughts in Bruce Wayne's heart through those clear blue eyes. She paused for a few seconds, her face similar to the other's was as cold as a knife, and her cold and cold eyes seemed to be able to wipe the blood in front of her in the next second. It's like being devoured by a man.

Finally, she twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, and seeing Bruce Wayne hesitated to speak, she slammed the door of her house viciously.

"Bang!", the loud sound could even scare all the residents downstairs out of their wits, but Bruce, who was standing very close to the door, didn't even move his eyebrows. He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at himself now The encounter was actually not surprising at all.

According to the statement in the information, Philomena's behavior can even be regarded as suppressing his temper. The thick door panel smashed back all the words he wanted to say. He stood at the door for a long time without pressing any further. Ling didn't leave either, and silence spread in the narrow elevator room that didn't fit Bruce Wayne's identity as an old man.

After an unknown amount of time, Bruce's cell phone rang suddenly. He looked up and looked out of the elevator window. The sun that was hanging high in the sky had gradually set, and the phone was still ringing tirelessly. He answered it. Get up, the voice is hoarse: "Bruce Wayne."

"Bruce, I know you're looking for Philomena now, but you have to see this." Dick's voice sounded impatient: "I'm sorry, but—"

"I'll be right back." Bruce interrupted Dick, and hung up the phone first. He bent down and put the short cream biscuits made by Alfred in his hand on the ground, and stared back at the door. Open the door that slammed shut in less than a minute.

The inside of the door and the outside of the door are nothing but a metal door panel. Bruce has countless ways to eliminate the obstacles in between, but he clearly knows that what is separated is far from a ten-centimeter-thick door panel. It was 16 years that disappeared completely.

He turned around and pressed the button of the elevator. After a "ding", he stepped into the elevator. The tall figure in a black suit was faintly exhausted, although that exhaustion disappeared after a while.

"Philomena, Philomena." The little girl moved closer to Philomena, and carefully tugged at the corner of Philomena's clothes. The immature black-haired girl hugged her knees, sideways Looking over at the other party in doubt: "What's the matter, Jenny?"

"Do you, miss your parents?" The little girl called Jenny looked about the same age as Philomena, and whispered softly on the steps with two little turnip heads.

Jenny's voice was full of tears. She was different from Philomena. Jenny's parents and grandparents were killed in an air crash. Other relatives were not in the United States, and they couldn't afford to raise a five-year-old The little girl was not until she became an adult, so Jenny was sent to a New York City orphanage by the Social Welfare Bureau.

Philomena turned her head to the side, and stretched out her hand to touch Jenny's head with difficulty. The two of them were the same age, and their bodies were not too far apart, so it was difficult for Philomena to lean on her shoulder. To appease the other party, the little girl patted the shoulder of the little friend: "I don't know, maybe I thought about it?"

And Philomena has lived in the orphanage since she can remember. She has seen countless people come and go. Children are sent here by adults under various names, and some of them are adopted. , finding, etc., only Philomena was abandoned within a few days of her birth, and everyone felt incredible about this.

Philomena is the prettiest girl in the entire orphanage. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes have not yet opened, and she can already see the beauty of the future. The long eyelashes are sparkling, but they can't hide the agility of those eyes. .

The black hair hangs down to the neck, and the fine pieces of hair hang gently on the shoulders. The fair skin is obviously not covered with any skin care products or lotions, but it is as silky as the finest silk.

She is very quiet and has a good personality. Although she doesn't like to talk, she doesn't make people feel uncomfortable. It can even be said that her listening greatly stimulates people's desire to speak.

She had been the most popular little girl in the orphanage until a little boy was sent here with both parents dead.

Maybe children don’t know what sincere malice means. On the day Philomena was stung by ignorant words for the first time, the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and the hot summer made everyone’s spirits not very good. They Collapsing in the house, relying on the electric fan to spend the summer with difficulty.

Philomena was wearing short sleeves and shorts, and was sitting cross-legged with a book in her arms. Her sweaty hair was softly attached to her face. The little girl reached out and tugged at the electric fan, pulling it towards the ground. On the other side of the children lying down, Jenny, who noticed this, smiled shyly: "Philomena, why don't you come over and play together? It's really hot today."

"I'm fine, you didn't sleep well last night, did you?" Philomena asked with concern: "There's nothing to do now, you can sleep longer."

"Philomena, you are so kind." Johnson—the new little boy—sighed, not even noticing how sharp the edge of what he was going to say next: "If your parents knew You are so good, I will definitely not throw you away."

"Crack." The small sound of glass shattering seemed to crack in Philomena's heart. She looked at Johnson in astonishment, opened her mouth and retorted softly: "I haven't been thrown away."

"But you've been here for a long time!" Another little girl said in confusion: "The dean said that you were sent here by the police not long after you were born!"

Children have never understood what is called Tong Yan Wuji. They are always innocent and straightforward, and they will stick to what they think. At this moment, Philomena didn't know what she was going to say. She was a little helpless and tried to refute , but was blocked by a sentence of argument, every word, every sentence, was like a stake pierced into the chest of a vampire, and it was nailed into Philomena's heart fiercely.

Finally she shut up.

She no longer tried to argue about anything, the innocence and friendliness of the past quickly disappeared from Philomena's body, she no longer smiled, no longer looked at the stars with her childhood friends, and she no longer looked like a human being.

Slowly, labels such as withdrawn, defiant, and arrogant were firmly attached to Philomena, even though she was finally adopted by the Olsen couple.

Lost Orson.

In the dark room, there is only a sliver of orange-red sunset light from the curtains. Philomena is leaning against the door, her black hair completely covering her entire face, and her blue eyes are surrounded by the surging memories. Overwhelmed, she suddenly felt that she was in that helpless and desperate summer afternoon.

Obviously the north wind outside the window is still knocking on the glass noisily, trying to pour in from every gap, snatching away the little remaining temperature.

Philomena knew what she wanted, of course she did.

This is something she has dreamed of for a long time. Every night and every nightmare, she would dream of two vague figures throwing herself at the gate of the orphanage. Three months ago, the man's figure first appeared. For the first time I have a face.

She thought she would never see Bruce Wayne appearing in front of her, the tension and apprehension looked fake but real, overlapping with the occasional sweet dreams like irony.

But Philomena is also sensible enough, and her reason makes her feel scared.

In the dark room, Philomena stretched out her hand and touched her face. The cold liquid couldn't stop falling from the corners of her eyes. She took a strong breath, trying to get rid of all the emotions that didn't belong to [The Arrogant and Cold Olsen] Push away from the body.

'Be sober, Philomena Ocean. ' She told herself that after such a long time, the voice outside the door could be clearly heard by Philomena who was huddled by the door. She heard the sound of things being gently placed on the ground, and the leather shoes hesitated at the door. After walking a few steps back and forth, Philomena could clearly hear the phone call she hung up a few minutes ago.

"I'll go back right away." Tiny tiredness permeated the voice, and her long hair wet with tears stuck to Philomena's face, she looked embarrassed and at a loss.

In the end, the footsteps that lingered a few times still left slowly. Philomena felt that it took her whole life to endure, so she didn't stand up and open the door, and rushed to Bruce Wayne to cry stupidly. He questioned the other party with an expression on his face, why it took three months--three full months--that he thought of appearing in front of him.

The sound of the elevator door closing awakened Filomina from the trembling, the girl who hadn't cried for a long, long time blankly touched her face wet with tears, then stood up slowly, "Crack! " with a bang and turned on the lights in the house.

Philomena, who had been in the dark for a long time, suddenly came into contact with the dazzling light, and couldn't help but close her eyes tightly, but the dazzling sight seemed to stimulate his eyes through the eyelids, she reached out to wipe his eyes. Go to those irritating tears.

The girl turned around and stared at the door that she had slammed shut a long time ago. Now it seemed as if nothing had happened, and she was still living a daily life that hadn't changed since this period of time.

"You're right." She said, her low voice was a little hoarse from crying: "Don't do unnecessary things, Philomena."

She turned around and walked towards the room expressionlessly, with her back to the door.

The door that separated the dream for 16 years.