[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

Located in the Manhattan Center restaurant in Manhattan, New York, six people formed a large box and sat around a round table.

The anti-tapping device is working, and they can chat freely about some fluffy little topics.

"This is the scariest mission I've ever been on," Damian poked the fork into the pizza viciously, "There are a hundred ducks on the communication channel, and it's not so noisy."

Peter, who contributed most of the talking time, was busy stuffing tomato meatballs into his mouth. This dish is very popular. If you don't pay attention to the meatballs under the fork, another person will pick them up.

"But it's so boring to do acrobatics in a city by yourself in a uniform," he mumbles. "Don't you guys put on some drama for yourself when you're acting alone, like Robin the Cop, Superboy Justice Passerby, or something like that."

"I'll pretend to be the Grand Duke of Vampires and turn into a bat to patrol my territory." Dick answered seriously.

He pretended not to see the disgusted look at Damian, "No way, it's really hard not to do that when you have a mentor dressed as a bat flying around the street."

"I didn't, look for your own problems, Grayson." Damian threw French fries like darts into Dick's face, and the latter had a premonition and opened his mouth to catch it.

"Because we always act as a group." Jonathan didn't mind tearing down the stage for his best friend, "You sneaked into my room more times than Connor."

"This is to train you, Baby Joe." Damian plausibly said, "You need more training."

"I think Jonathan has done a good job," Morgan interjected, and she stirred the sticky cheese in the pan. "Compared to him, I still have a lot to learn."

Ai Puli seldom spoke at this dinner party. She seemed to be concentrating on dealing with the steak that was too hard to bite on the plate, and the corners of her mouth were covered with sauce.

Dick wiped her mouth with a paper towel, "If you think it's not easy to bite, you can tell the chef to heat it up."

"No, I'm almost done eating," Aprily raised her head, "I want to drink water."

She stretched out her hand and made a small slit, "You can also drink yogurt, as long as you drink this much."

"Would you like to order for you?"

Ai Puli jumped off the chair, "If I have money, I can go to the vending machine to buy it myself."

She trotted out of the restaurant without giving Dick a chance to call her back.

The height of the vending machine was not very friendly to her. Ai Puli tiptoed on the glass window of the vending machine and found the yogurt she wanted to buy on the top floor.

Still thinking about whether to reach for the button, she stretched a hand over her head and pressed the coin twice.

Two bottles of yogurt rolled down the window.Peter knelt down and took out both bottles of yogurt, and handed one of them to April, "Here you are."

"Thank you," Ai Puli took the yogurt and took out her little frog wallet, "I just have enough coins here."

"You can take it as my treat," Peter said, "to thank you for supporting me."

"Then you are still four bottles away," April said seriously, "Besides, the person who helped was my father, and I was just watching."

"It's in the category of spiritual encouragement, it's amazing." Peter said, and he held out his little finger. "It's a secret between the two of us."

Ai Puli also stretched out her little finger to hook him, "Secret."

Peter smiled, "Are you going back?"

Aprily pretended to be thinking, "I want to hang out for a while."

"Then I'll stay outside for a while, your two boy friends are about to fight in the box, I'm going out to avoid the limelight." He sat next to April and unscrewed the bottle cap.

Aprile sat down, and they sat on a balcony bench with the New York wind behind them.The wind in the city is not cool, with the unfinished warmth of the setting sun.

Ai Puli hugged the yogurt in her hand and asked in a low voice, "Weren't you afraid at that time?"

She asked only vaguely, but Peter understood what she was asking.

He rubbed his nose in distress, "It's more because he didn't think about that level than being afraid. Because the time is too urgent, if something goes wrong, someone may be injured."

He doesn't hide his feelings from April.

"I do those things... on a regular basis, on the court, I'm always anxious about not having enough time. Not enough for me to organize this extra job and my daily life, not enough for me to notice every tragedy that happens in the city , not enough for me to save everyone."

"I've experienced the feeling of cowardice, and it's actually not good."

Peter threw the yogurt bottle into the air, and then caught it firmly. Between the ups and downs, it was a short memory, "Maybe it's not that I'm not afraid, but I have more important things to do than being afraid."

"Because if you don't do it, no one will." Aprily said softly.

"No," Peter vetoed briskly, "because I also have to help my aunt bring home the discounted eggs."

"But you must always forget," April said quietly, she saw through everything with the eyes of a child full of wisdom, "otherwise you would not remember so clearly."

Peter sneered twice, and murmured guiltily, "It's not very often... just five, six, seven or eight times?"

He shrewdly deflects the subject, “Anyway, I’m not doing these things with the idea that I’m a superhero so I have to step up and save everything.”

He made a grimace, "I'm not great, or in other words, there are many great people, doctors, workers, inventors... I just did what I can."

"With great power comes great responsibility."

He said to the confused little girl, "When you decide to shoulder your responsibilities, you will no longer think about fear or not, because that is what must be done."

Ai Puli was thoughtful, she nodded, "Thank you for your enlightenment."

She turned around and frowned at Peter intently, "I have one more thing to tell you."

"You have ketchup on your lips."

"Eh, is it?" Peter's eyes widened to the size of the white membrane on his mask.

He hurriedly took out his phone and looked at the corner of his mouth.

Ai Puli answered unhurriedly, "I lied to you, it's just to brighten the atmosphere."

She stuffed the toffee she had hidden in her pocket into Peter's hand, "Thank you, this is a thank you gift. I'll think about it seriously."

She jumped off the bench, "If we don't go in, Dad will come out to find us."

April knew her dad pretty well, and Dick drove them back to the hotel, grabbing her by the hood of her hoodie before she burst into the room.

Ai Puli is a resentful little rabbit, looking back at Dick, "Dad, although you are not as tall as Jason and Bruce, I don't want to be as short as you in the future."

Dick smiled brightly, "A little squirrel less than one meter tall can't say such things."

He mentioned it lightly, and brought Ai Puli to his side, "Now is the time for father and daughter to talk."

"We talk about our hearts many times a day," Ai Puli reminded, "so many times that the principal of Xicheng School wants to ask you to be a teacher."

"So our relationship will get better and better," Dick said flatteredly, and he was full of hope, "It's like playing a game, talking to each other once, and gaining [-] favorability points."

"You deduct the child's soda share, sixty."

"Deducting points is invalid, I have the final say on the principle of adding points."

"Usually when Bruce encounters this kind of situation, he will invite us to play and watch the game together, but now there is no such condition." Dick pulled Aprily down, "How about I bribe you with a lollipop?"

Ai Puli stretched out two fingers, "I want two."

"make a deal!"

One big and one small broke into the convenience store and started looting around the snack shelves.

"I know you have some confused questions. I already consulted Peter during dinner."

Dick said, sweeping all the chocolate bars into his shopping basket, "Now, as a senior and your parent, I have some information for you."

Ai Puli has a serious expression, ready to fight.

"First of all, you don't need to decide to devote yourself to this lifelong career just because our whole family does this job. Of course, this is not meant to stop you."

Dick gave a fitting example, "If you didn't want to do it, Bruce would be so happy that he'd get up and run three times around the property tonight and clean the whole mansion overnight."

"You're talking bad things about Bruce behind his back again," Aprily stretched out three fingers and flexed them, "The transaction content has been changed. I want three lollipops."

"It's not a bad word," Dick said earnestly, "it's a compliment about his physical strength."

The father and daughter skipped this conversation that should not be known by the parents.

"Second point," Dick poked Aprily on the forehead, and sooner or later Aprily would be poked into a little fool because of his steel finger, and only two lollipops would be enough to satisfy him, "you know you How old are you, little lady, it's too early for you to think about this now."

They checked out with shopping baskets, and Dick walked toward the side entrance of the hotel with the bag in one hand and Aprily in the other.

"You can wait until we share our experience with you and help you explore the road ahead. This is the privilege of the child and the role of the parents."

Ai Puli hooked his hand, shaking forward and backward, "Do you want to share with me the embarrassment of your childhood?"

"Like I hid in a tree for hours because I didn't do my job well and thought Bruce was going to fire me?"

Ai Puli was surprised, "Are there things you can't do well?"

When she met Dick, everyone she met praised him.He is the star in the night sky, the perfect golden boy, and the first Robin everyone loves.April thought he was omnipotent.

"Of course not," Dick said softly. He didn't show a sentimental look, but said in a very ordinary tone. "Injury, failure or even death, these are not the scariest parts of this job."

"The scariest thing is that you thought you could, but in the end you didn't."

He skipped the topic, "Physical wounds will get used to and heal, but mental wounds will be much more troublesome."

Dick pretended to hold his chest, "Just like Dad, Dad's heart is full of holes."

He said it on purpose, trying to make the serious topic a small joke in April's eyes.

One day in the future, she will understand the meaning of this sentence, but that is a matter of the future, girls now don't need to understand too much.

He thought that Ai Puli would say a few "rebellious" words as usual, and the atmosphere would become active again.

But Aprile took his hand and stopped.

"Does it hurt?" She tilted her head to look at Dick, her blue eyes full of seriousness, "Are those wounds still hurting now?"

Only the little one with Dick's legs came up to him, raised his head and said, "Give you a hug, will you feel better?"

The dull pain that was originally buried deep in the memory was slightly touched, bringing a tingling like a feather scratching.

"It doesn't hurt now," Dick said softly. "I have more things in front of me now that I need to remember."