The world needs more heroes

Philomena was actually the only person who hadn't eaten and was hungry, so when she sat at the dining table in Wayne Manor and picked up the knife and fork with some hesitation, sitting in front of her was Bruce, who had already changed into battle clothes, and followed her. Dick, as for Jason and Tim who rushed to the distress signal with the two of them earlier, they dragged Damian away early.

Alfred gracefully placed the dinner plate in front of Philomena. There were two well-fried steaks on the white porcelain plate. The brown surface showed a little soft blood color. He hesitated to cut the steak, and then said: "Are you really not going to eat it?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Just eat it."

Dick's voice overlapped with Bruce's, and the two looked at each other subconsciously. Philomena blinked and put the cut steak into her mouth for some unknown reason.

Alfred's cooking skills are really nothing to say, Filomina tried her best to hide the somewhat happy expression on her face, and chewed the steak with her slightly protruding mouth.

The best beef does not require too many cooking methods, and Alfred's grasp of the heat is obviously very good, so Philomena's eyes are slightly curved, and Dick who is sitting opposite can hardly hold back his own smile. meaning.

Philomena looked a lot different than when Dick first met her.

At that time, Philomena was like a hedgehog covered with spikes, and when she sensed that the outside world might invade her domain, she curled up and wrapped her soft belly in layers of spikes. People inside and outside will be stabbed by sharp spikes if they try to reach out a little bit.

However, two years later, Philomena looks much calmer than she used to be, and occasionally even shows a fleeting smile like just now, and the soul that was originally wandering outside the crowd seems to be pulled slowly As if coming in, Dick's eyes were slightly bent, and his blue eyes were full of smiles, while Bruce, who was sitting by the side, looked at the two of them in silence.

He chose not to say anything.

Silence flowed in the air, but the atmosphere did not make people feel stiff. Philomena ate very fast, and stuffed the western food that should have been delicious into her stomach in three or two strokes.

The girl who didn't seem to have changed in this year stood up, put the napkin that had wiped her mouth on the table, and said to Bruce: "I have something to show you."

After half a year of hard work, Philomena has blocked all the space cracks from Alasdair's world to her own world, preventing people from this world from going to that world.

But in fact, the most important purpose is not to prevent ordinary humans from entering another world by mistake, but to prevent dark creatures from breaking in through the cracks. All the dark creatures that broke into this world in the past year have been thrown back with the help of Doctor Strange That world, but in the long run is not the solution.

Philomena also needs to engrave every crack in this world with magic circles. These magic circles will repel life that does not possess the original power of the world, so purely dark creatures will absolutely not be able to pass through the cracks that are engraved with magic circles of.

However, in the world of Alasdair, as the god of law, Alasdair can almost be said to control most of the world. Under the magical eyes of Alasdair, all the cracks are almost invisible, but this world But there are no such powerful gods to help herself, so Philomena needs to seek help from the Justice League and the Avengers, and even the X-Men that Philomena has never touched.

"So you need us to monitor space energy fluctuations?" Bruce quickly caught the point of Philomena's words. She didn't tell everything, but told Bruce that Overwatch was already solving the problem of dark creatures passing through space cracks. The matter of coming to this world, but because there is no way to fully monitor the relationship, superheroes who have seen the cracks in time and space need to provide information.

"There is no sign of where space-time rifts will appear. It may be in the sky or under the sea, or even tens of meters underground. We can monitor space energy, but the space energy gathered by small space-time rifts cannot be detected by Overwatch. Prosecuted by the monitoring system." Philomena asked Athena to project a three-dimensional image of the earth in the air.

The light blue three-dimensional projection rotates slowly, and several points are marked in red on it. Some places are at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, and some places are uninhabited. It takes a lot of effort to get there.

"This is the location of the cracks we've detected so far. I'll leave tomorrow." Seeing Bruce's gaze on the red dots, Philomena took the lead in explaining, "It will take about a week."

What I told Dick and Bruce that it would take at least a year is actually not enough. In that world, Philomena basically only slept for three hours a day, and the rest of the time was spent on the road, fighting, and sealing cracks. However, the feeling of uneasiness oppressed Philomena's nerves all the time, urging her to hurry up and hurry up.

The iron fist of mercy and the fact that the monster that looks like Doomsday has not been eliminated appears in Philomena's mind all the time. As long as she closes her eyes a little, she seems to see the corpses of countless heroes being trampled on by those two people. The soles of the feet, even if the source of all the power of Wu Mercy's iron fist at this moment - the helmet of the God of War - is being well preserved in Philomena's warehouse.

"Wait, tomorrow?" Dick had folded his arms and leaned against the chair in the Batcave quietly listening to the conversation between Philomena and Bruce, but when he heard Philomena explain that he was leaving tomorrow , suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "June [-]?"

"...?" Philomena turned her head and looked at Dick with some confusion: "Is tomorrow June [-]th?"

Although Philomena herself said the time of the year, the time of the year in the world of Alasdair is actually different from that of Philomena here. They are not even calculated in a 24-hour system. Romina was almost blurred with the concept of time.

She turned her head and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you need me for something?"

The rare straight ball made Dick a little stunned. The young man blinked, and finally shook his head helplessly: "Forget it...it's nothing important. When will you leave tomorrow?"

"Morning?" Philomena didn't want to delay the matter of the space crack for too long. She should have set off as soon as possible after arriving today, but she hasn't slept well for a long time. After the tower left, Philomena wandered in various undeveloped villages, sleeping in the wilderness most of the time, and even occasionally sleeping in the dark creature that she killed half an hour ago. What is survival in the wild.

Fortunately, there is basically no storage limit in Athena's warehouse space, so the dry food and water she carries are enough. Philomena has been eating biscuits soaked in water for half a year, and the Warcraft barbecue that she occasionally eats in the village is old and hard. , it’s all animal meat with no magic power. The meal that Alfred made just now... The food that can’t be called lunch or dinner is the best thing she’s eaten in half a year, Philomena thinks She could have even picked up the plate and licked it clean if it wasn't for the last of sanity to stop her.

Therefore, Philomena really wants to lie on the soft bed at home and have a good night's sleep. The exhaustion that has been sustained for half a year is slowly beating on Philomena's nerves, bit by bit like It was like smashing Philomena into sleep.

In the world of Alasdair, Philomena felt a little bit of the care she had experienced in this world. The homemade apple pie that Carla occasionally brought, the coffee that Clark delivered from time to time, Alfred Weekend dinners that must be fed once a week, Bruce who occasionally invites Philomena to Wayne Manor for dinner, Peter who often invites Philomena to dinner when she returns to New York, and three days of seven days a week can bring dinner Dick climbing into Philomena's balcony.

Especially when you are hungry.

Precious memories are probably the motivation for Philomena to survive and continue her mission in that unaccompanied world surrounded by monsters. Philomena has not forgotten that she will go to this world to deal with dark creatures because If you want to fight against that weird organization without any worries, you just need to keep engraving the magic circle on those cracks in the next time.

While Philomena muttered softly, she followed Alfred who led the way to the second floor with heavy steps. Dick and Bruce looked at each other, and Bruce shook his head silently.

They don't intend to interfere with Philomena's decision, and no matter which one of them is in Philomena's position, let alone a few birthdays, even a rare family reunion day, they will give up With these rare warmth, put on your own battle uniform and hurried to your own battlefield.

The footsteps of Philomena and Alfred sounded farther and farther away. Philomena looked really tired. Originally, the footsteps of the semi-omninic female ninja were basically not audible. Yes, let alone such a heavy voice.

However, just when Dick was about to go to the Batcave with Bruce to help detect space energy fluctuations, he suddenly heard a heavy fall to the ground: "Bang!"

"Miss Philomena? Are you okay? Miss Philomena—?" Alfred's voice quickly reached their ears through the air, and Dick reacted very quickly, holding on to the handle of the stairs and jumping directly up up to the second floor, and Bruce followed.

It actually took only a few seconds for them to reach where Philomena and Alfred were, but Philomena lying on the ground made them hold their breath, and Philomena's breathing was extremely loud. The subtlety, the disguise of an ordinary person seems to have been removed after she passed out, and the various life-support channels exposed to the air on the girl's body are still working hard.

The long hair scattered in all directions covered more than half of Philomena's face, but it couldn't hide the ugly scar across the entire face of Philomena's face. The beautiful face was caused by several scars. The relationship between them looks a bit hideous, even with the wounds on the left arm that have never been carefully seen before, it looks no different from Bruce's body full of scars who has been a vigilante for more than 20 years.

"Philomena?" Dick squatted down and stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair that blocked most of his face. The girl whose name was being called closed her eyes quietly, as if she had no awareness of the world.

It's like cutting off all senses.

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