The world needs more heroes

Philomena sat down on the chair by the dining table somewhat awkwardly, pursed her lips slightly, and said in a low voice: "Please, please sit down, Mr. Alfred."

The person who knocked on the door of Philomena's house about 10 minutes ago was Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of the Wayne family. The elegant old butler was friendly and kind to the bewildered Philomena. She smiled: "Good evening, Miss Philomena."

"what?"

She didn't expect that the butler of the Wayne family would suddenly appear at her door. Philomena stepped aside in a daze. She didn't have any ill feeling towards the old butler. It makes people feel disgusted, and there is no feeling of being forced, so Philomena can even say that she likes the old housekeeper a little: "May I ask why you suddenly—"

The old butler looked overly kind and kind when he smiled, and Filomina subconsciously reached out and took the heavy bag from the other party's hand.

The fragrance Philomena vaguely smelled before seemed to come from this bag. The rich milk fragrance accompanied by the subtle smell of steak almost filled Philomena's stomach that had been let down for a long time.

The girl let the old housekeeper take control of her kitchen in a daze, and Philomena, who was arranged to sit on the sofa, felt like a child waiting to eat, looking forward to everyone at home What a magical and delicious dish cooked for a long time.

Alfred seemed to be well prepared. The old housekeeper took out several glass heat preservation boxes, several small heat preservation barrels, and even There is also a meringue that has been well packed in a fresh-keeping bag.

The unbaked puff pastry didn't emit any aroma, but the old butler skillfully covered the puff pastry with the thick soup he brought, and then stuffed it into the oven that was preheated when he entered the door.

"It's ready, Miss Philomena." The old butler's voice carried a slight smile. Philomena blinked in a daze, and sat down at the dining table under Alfred's instructions. It was quickly served with a small plate of antipasto salad.

The fragrant Italian vinaigrette is poured on the fresh lettuce, which seduces all the umami taste of the original lettuce without any taste.

After Alfred put the salad in front of Philomena, he quickly walked into the kitchen to busy himself. Philomena paused for a few seconds before picking up the special salad fork and forking it He took a small piece of lettuce and stuffed it into his mouth.

Indeed - indeed, very different.

Of course, the taste of food is mostly inseparable from those feelings, but Philomena is not a person who spends a lot of money to eat expensive food outside. Over the years, at most, she used the little money she saved from living expenses occasionally Go to the food truck and pick up a few good meals for the holidays.

Instead of sitting in my own home like now, someone is busy in the kitchen, giving this room a meaning that it shouldn't exist.

Alfred's speed was very fast. About 5 minutes later, the old butler brought a plate of creamy pasta, and a few pieces of very good-looking steaks on the side, as well as warmed puff pastry. The soup came back to the table.

There was a slight smile in the old butler's tone, and he seemed a little relieved: "Master Bruce asked me to bring a message."

Philomena suddenly remembered that a few days ago in New York, she had a dinner with Bruce Wayne that was not worthy of the status of the richest man in Gotham—or it could be said that it was a supper—the other party seemed to think that it looked disgusting at the time. The microwave creamy pasta was eaten whole.

"What did he say?" In the end, Philomena still couldn't hold back her curiosity, and after shyly letting Alfred sit down, she finally asked.

"'Although the dinner was really delicious, you should never miss the cream pasta made by Alfred himself', obviously my cooking skills have been approved by the master." Alfred did not let Filo Mina continued to be embarrassed, and the old butler gracefully pulled away the chair opposite Philomena and sat down.

The old butler's eyes were slightly bent into crescent moons with a smile, and he looked like the kind old man Philomena had seen on TV and in every TV series: "Do you still like today? Your supper, Miss Philomena?"

When Philomena was asked, she just rolled up a ball of spaghetti and stuffed it into her mouth. She blushed slightly, puffed her cheeks, chewed and swallowed the ball of spaghetti quickly, and then sucked it. Tone, nodded: "It's delicious."

Unable to point his sharp thorns at Alfred, Philomena's awkward appearance did not seem to have brought any displeasure to the old housekeeper. Alfred, who was very good at getting along with members of the Wayne family, even felt that Philomena Miss Na is definitely an obedient and well-behaved child in this family.

Compared with her troublesome father.

Philomena chewed her dinner slowly, then stopped suddenly, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ah, yes." The old housekeeper seemed to be about to smile when he heard this, and the kindness in his eyes seemed to be faintly tinged with light. Philomena couldn't see clearly what emotions were in it. : "Please don't worry about me."

A silent dinner ended quickly at Philomena's home. Alfred was too nice to Philomena, even though Philomena repeatedly emphasized that there was no need to go back and forth Tan and Dadu, the old housekeeper seemed to just smile, and didn't really take it to heart.

Looks like it's ready for daily feeding of Philomena.

Only then did Philomena know how exaggerated the wealth of Wayne Enterprises was. Before leaving, the old housekeeper put a black card on the table, and Philomena's pupils shrank slightly. , His brows were about to wrinkle immediately, but the old butler seemed to know what Philomena was thinking, and shook his head at her: "It's not something like material compensation."

"Every young master in the family has the right to control the property of Wayne Enterprises, and you naturally have the same."

"Please be considerate of a silent father and the only thing he can do for you right now."

The old butler left in the cold wind of the night, while Philomena sat on the dining table and chairs at home, looking over and over at the black card that symbolized unlimited credit.

Philomena once imagined that if her richest father gave her a large sum of money, then she would throw the money back in a rage. After all, Philomena would be poor even in the past 16 years. I have raised myself well to the age that I am about to grow up now.

But the old butler's words before he left did keep floating in Philomena's ears, and Philomena knew that she shouldn't be overly sensitive about this matter.

After leaving Bruce Wayne at home in New York to have dinner together that day, Philomena knew that she would never face her biological father with the idea that she had never had contact with each other until death.

In the end, no one did it wrong, but no one did it right.

Philomena didn't want to know what happened between her biological mother and biological father, nor did she want to know why the woman chose to abandon her after giving birth to her.

It was Adele Canberra who dumped her, not Bruce Wayne.

Pointless hatred should have ended long ago.

Philomena put the black card into her wallet, then opened the balcony window of her house, walked to the balcony, looked up at the night sky already dotted with stars, her blue eyes calmly looked at the The moon was shining softly, and the cold night wind passed by her side and poured into the room, bringing a sound that Philomena did not expect.

"What are you looking at?" The voice above her head was brought to Philomena's ears by the cold wind. The girl raised her head, and what appeared in front of her was a handsome face with lingering anger. The young man seemed to have a dark face. Philomena didn't speak, looking up in an awkward posture.

It seemed that he had gotten used to Philomena's character of being unable to say a word with three sticks. The visitor sighed, and seemed to be complaining about why he was sulking with such a cold little girl. He jumped lightly, It landed on Philomena's side, still carrying the cold air that shrouded her body from rushing at night.

When he landed on Philomena's side, when the cold wind covering his whole body slightly approached Philomena, Philomena finally couldn't hold back and shivered.

Even though he was wearing a coat, it was true that the latitude of the metropolis would snow in winter, so the ground outside was still covered with snowflakes that fell during the day, and the sharp drop in temperature seemed to plunge the entire metropolis into a world of ice and snow.

Seeing this, the visitor had no choice but to drag Philomena into the room. After he closed the floor-to-ceiling windows, the heating system that had been running in the room finally warmed up Philomena's body. The young man who still didn't want to talk to Philomena could only sigh in the end, and muttered in a low voice: "You are not fair at all."

He grabbed the thin blanket on the sofa, wrapped the little girl tightly, and then stuffed it on the sofa, before crossing his arms and preparing to ask the teacher for her crimes.

"Are you angry today?" However, before he could speak, Philomena was the first to start. The whole body was stuffed into the thin blanket, and Philomena showed her head, and retracted her cold feet. Blanket: "Jason Todd Says You're Angry."

"why?"

What Dick Grayson wanted to say was choked back, and all the last anger that remained was extinguished in such successive words. He sat down helplessly, and the warm blanket under his buttocks was slightly warmed. Soothing the heart that exploded and then calmed down: "Because I am worried about you, Philomena."

"You disappeared suddenly, you didn't reply to all the messages, and you didn't answer the phone calls—for three days."

"Have you ever wondered how much we'd regret it if something happened to you and I—all of us—missed the rescue because we didn't know?"

The warehouse after the explosion seemed to be close at hand. The strong smell of blood, broken bones, and rotten limbs appeared in Dick Grayson's life countless times like an inescapable nightmare.

He'd vowed never to let something like that happen to any of his family members if... if, anyone wanted to hurt someone so important to him.

Then you have to step over his corpse first.