The world needs more heroes

Twelve midnight, Wayne Manor.

"What's going on?" Tim Drake wanted to go upstairs to sleep with him for three days and three nights after he had dealt with these things from the Batcave for the past few days, but he saw a person who didn't expect to appear here at all. Sitting quietly on the sofa, a cup of steaming milk tea and Alfred's special cream biscuits are placed on the coffee table in front of you.

The subtle aroma of cream aroused Tim's greed. He clutched his stomach in pain, and lowered his voice to Dick beside him: "Isn't she Philomena Olson?"

"Oh, by the way, you don't know yet." After Dick looked at Tim suspiciously, he remembered that Tim had been working diligently for the past few months and didn't notice the weirdness of the other brothers.

"Genji of Overwatch, don't you know?" Dick said in a low voice. The identity of Philomena is known to everyone in the family except Tim, and now she has shown something strange. According to Tim's personality, maybe 10 After a few minutes, I will check the ins and outs of this matter clearly, there is really no need to waste that energy.

What's more, Philomena could clearly hear their conversation, but she didn't have any intention of stopping it.

"Know, then?" Tim propped up his sleepy eyes, feeling that he was wasting his life, with a blank and desperate tone in his tone, as if he was saying his final farewell to this world.

Until Dick's next words startled him awake.

"Genji is Philomena."

It was as if there was a "pop!" in the air, the invisible bubble in the air being punctured by the somewhat frightening fact of Dick, and Tim opened his eyes with a jerk. His eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth in a daze: "Who are you talking about?"

Dick was very sure that his little red bird was absolutely exhausted, so he kindly grabbed Tim by the collar and led the big boy to the door of his room, and his tone was even full of love: "How long have you not slept, hurry up go to sleep."

"Ah, oh, about five and a half days—?" Tim Drake's voice came through the air thinly, and Philomena moved her eyes away from the direction of the stairs, slowly and The sound of rhythmic footsteps came faintly from behind her.

Dick was deliberately distracting Tim.

Philomena slightly lowered her gaze. She didn't know why she stepped into Wayne Manor, and she didn't know why she didn't fall asleep on the bed at home at midnight, but sat on this soft and hard bed. Holding a cup of hot black tea on a modest sofa, he waited anxiously for the conversation that shouldn't have happened.

This is all too weird and should never have happened.

"Philomina." A hint of exhaustion could be heard in the deep voice, and Philomena suddenly remembered that in the information she had received in the past few days, Batman was always shuttling in the watchtower and the Batcave. when I am free.

Even though Bruce Wayne has left most of his company's affairs to Timothy Drake, it doesn't mean he can rest easy.

Philomena pursed her lips slightly, keenly realizing that this empty space had been caringly reserved for the two of them.

"Let's talk." Philomena leaned towards the back of the sofa a little stiffly, and subconsciously distanced herself from Bruce. Bruce Wayne obviously noticed this, but he didn't show it Without showing any abnormality, he sat on the sofa opposite Philomena, leaving enough comfort zone for the girl.

"I... don't know if you have the idea of ​​returning to the family, no matter what you decide, I will accept it." Bruce Wayne obviously didn't experience this kind of situation, and he didn't mention it when he adopted the first three sons. Damian was thrown to him by Thalia. The little boy even turned his back on the customer on the first day he came to Wayne Manor. There was no need for such a cautious inquiry from Bruce.

"But I think—you might want to know all the truth?" Bruce held a thick stack of information in his hand, and the densely packed text on it seemed to be very detailed. He put the information in Philomena Then he withdrew his hand and sat up straight: "This is about me and Adele Canberra."

When Philomena heard that strange name, her azure blue eyes trembled slightly, the tiny ripples spread out from her eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Philomena Olsen.

"Is that her name? Adele Canberra." Philomena paused for two seconds without reaching out to take the document. The girl retained her last stubbornness and fell silent between the two of them. As time passed, she looked at Bruce and nodded slightly, unexpectedly not feeling anything about the name.

It was as if this name was a thing of the past in her life, and it was no longer important at all. Philomena even felt that she might forget the name Adele Canberra in an hour.

She finally looked directly at Bruce: "I don't want this information, I only have one question."

"Apart from the past six months, do you know nothing about my existence?"

At dawn, Philomena woke up from her own thoughts in a trance. The morning light of the metropolis fell on Philomena's face, and she realized that she had been sitting by the French window in the living room for a whole night .

Through the layers of clouds, the sunshine of the metropolis chases the end of the night like hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years in the past, and comes lightly.

Philomena twitched her foot a little, and found that her ankle, which had been pressed for half the night, was unbelievably numb, as if hundreds of ants were gnawing on her toes, and a slight movement would make people feel uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

This kind of discomfort made people sober. Philomena shook her head, and finally remembered that today was still a school day. She wanted to stand up but stumbled on the spot.

The scene in front of her was blurred in Philomena's eyes. She pressed her head with a headache and felt dizzy. The cold wind was blowing in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, Philomena became dull. I remembered that I got into the house last night and didn't seem to close the balcony window.

It's deep winter now, and the whole house exudes a icy cold air. Philomena felt her throat was burning faintly. She stood up unsteadily, walked to the kitchen, and found a glass of cool water. I drank it down a ton, but the uncomfortable feeling was not suppressed by the glass of water at all.

The glass in Philomena's hand was placed heavily on the bar, and in the next second she covered her mouth and nose with her hand, and several violent coughs could be heard after she completed these actions.

She realized, belatedly, that she seemed ill.

The word sick is a bit far away for Philomena. She has been a healthy child since she was a child, except that she was affected by the alien invasion battle when she was eight years old, and she was smashed into the hospital by a concrete wall Outside of the hospital, he has never been sick, and even the school doctor was surprised when he saw the case during the health check.

Philomena felt the weakness of her hands and feet for the first time. She walked to the dining table and picked up the mobile phone that was left there yesterday. The thing has always been to skip class directly, and you can make up for it after the leave.

Besides, Metropolitan High School adopts a course selection system, and there is no so-called class guide in charge of the class at all. Everyone chooses the course they want to take, and then transfers to the classroom for the next class during the break.

Then don't ask for leave, and sleep for half a day should be fine.

Thinking this way, Philomena swayed towards her room in a daze, almost hitting the closed door, and the mobile phone in her hand fell to the ground with a "slap!" Na frowned to pick it up, but the moment she bent down, she felt as if her eyes were darkened, and she fell forward uncontrollably, and fell to the ground with a slight muffled sound.

The sense of powerlessness flooded into Philomena's chest like a tide, and she felt like her chest was stuffed with air. She had never been so weak and weak in the past 16 years.

She gritted her teeth, picked up the phone, and then stood up with difficulty, her eyes were beginning to darken, and she felt that it might have something to do with the fact that she hadn't eaten for several hours.

Philomena threw herself heavily onto the bed, letting the soft mattress and quilt wrap her around. At that moment, she felt that she was oppressed by countless sleepiness, and her nose was slightly sore. , It is difficult to even open the eyes.

Before falling asleep drowsily, Philomena suddenly remembered why she was sitting stupidly by the open window, because what happened last night was like a floating dream to Philomena, It's hard to tell if it's a dream or a nightmare, but it's very -- unreal.

"Apart from the past six months, do you know nothing about my existence?" She knew what she was thinking when she asked this question.

If you want to say that Adele Canberra did not know her birth, it is simply impossible. It is absolutely impossible for a mother to be pregnant in October, but not know that she has given birth, and does not know that her child is missing. .

But Bruce Wayne didn't behave as if he would abandon himself after knowing this, otherwise he wouldn't be able to break the silence and come to the door to have a conversation with Philomena.

If he was... never knew it had happened from the beginning.

Philomena sucked her blocked nose, and when she was slowly falling asleep, the phone rang inappropriately. Philomena woke up suddenly, and she stretched out her arm to grab the phone on the bedside , Picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

When he first picked up the phone, the person on the other end was obviously startled, and then he said cautiously: "Hey, Philomena, I'm Peter──"

"I know you don't like me disturbing you, but, but you really have to watch this──" Peter Parker's voice was full of anxiety and ecstasy, and there were a few traces of joy in his trembling voice: "He's back . . . he's back!"

"...Who?" Philomena shook her head, trying to shake off the dizziness, and asked casually.

"Superman!"

The author has something to say:

Philomena's friendly reminder, don't blow the wind when you are thinking about things, otherwise people made of iron will catch a cold (x