The world needs more heroes

Jason Todd went to Metropolis to look for Dicky Bird on a whim that day, but accidentally discovered something weird about Bruce's long-lost daughter. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to investigate.

After running around in Gotham and Metropolis for a few days, he didn't notice anything unusual. The girl went to school on time every morning, and after school, she went home and stayed in the house, basically never going out.

However, this kind of non-abnormality made Jason feel even more weird. After checking the monitors in the entire metropolis, her life was still two-point and one-line, and the rules were terrifying.

"Hey, Artemis!" he yelled, his Amazon teammates yelling back even louder, heavy metal music blazing through the air, disrupting their conversation: "What are you doing!"

"A high school girl, except school is home every day, lasted for more than ten days, is it normal!"

"Are you out of your mind! I'm an Amazonian, I didn't go to high school!"

Damn, I asked the wrong person.

Jason sat cross-legged on the bed, and the laptop on his lap gave off a buzzing sound and continued heat as it was running. The 20-year-old rolled his eyes and tapped on the keyboard.

The surveillance cameras that he had seen countless times in the past two days were called out again, and he speeded up to scan them over and over again, but in the end he still found nothing.

The weirdest point may be that the time when the girl changed schools was really weird. It was a stage when the crime rate in the metropolis was soaring. Countless metropolitans even moved out of the cities they were born and raised in order to escape. Of the people who moved in, one was Supergirl Kara Zor-El and the other was Dickie Bird.

And there's this girl.

There were not many doubts about Philomena Olson, but there were still many, so in the end he decided to go after Philomena directly.

Jason has always been a man who said he would do what he said. He packed up his belongings and shouted loudly again: "I'm going out for a few days, please turn down the music! Don't beat up the neighbors!"

"Go away!"

Jason caught a bluetooth speaker thrown towards him with his backhand, shrugged his shoulders, turned off the noisy speaker, put it aside, and then stepped onto the locomotive in the garage, urging the accelerator walk away.

A few hours later, he was already lying on the top floor of the building opposite Philomena's house, with a few fast food paper bags beside him, and was chewing French fries bit by bit, when he saw a figure flip out The balcony of that room jumped to the roof of another building with lightning speed.

Jason's pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed the telescope on the ground, and in the next second, he caught a gray shadow sweeping across the roof.

The speed of the other party was too fast, and there was no sound when walking. Jason frowned, and his eyes fell on the set up camera.

He walked quickly to the front of the camera, and after turning a few buttons, the image was adjusted back to the scene of a figure emerging from the house.

He pointed the camera at the living room of Philomena's house. After all, it was just to detect the weirdness of the girl, not some Stoke voyeur. It was naturally impossible for Jason to put his peeping eyes in the bedroom.

The balcony curtains outside the living room of Philomena's house were tightly drawn, with only a slight gap exposed. The person who just jumped out of the house climbed up to the roof of the top floor flexibly through the window of the bedroom.

Jason rewound the image to the moment the gray figure appeared, and then zoomed in on the screenshot.

The cyborg female ninja wearing a Prajna mask is propped on the side of the building with one hand, jumping to the top of the building, the movement is too fast and even brings out afterimages in the picture, and the vigorous figure is accompanied by the high headband Walk in the wind.

"Damn it." Jason murmured, staring fixedly at the familiar figure he had seen countless times. Of course he knew who this gray figure was, the most active Overwatch agent in Metropolis at present. ──Genji.

Jason was biting the unswallowed french fries, and he couldn't care about other things. He got down on the ground with the binoculars. It would be impossible to see him if he hadn't been flying from a high altitude.

The young man squinted his eyes and stared at the balcony of Philomena's house motionlessly like a stone. The high-power telescope of black technology allowed him to basically see the living room through the little gap.

Philomena Olson, who had just returned home half an hour ago, was not at home.

"Damn—" Jason muttered softly, maintaining this position for about 10 minutes, and finally someone appeared on the screen.

The evil ghost with a Prajna mask fell down quietly, and Jason can guarantee that no one has entered or exited the place he was staring at just now. Combined with the data of Overwatch detected in the past few days, it is found that they have powerful With teleportation technology, Jason Todd almost confirmed his hypothesis.

Until the next second, the person in the binoculars screen slowly took off the Prajna mask, and a huge, old-looking scar ran across her face, and the girl with that face, the last time he came I've only seen it in Metropolis.

It's Philomena Ocean.

Philomena lowered her gaze, and after removing Genji's disguise, she walked to the French window in front of the balcony, and opened the curtains with a "shua!", and the moonlight outside the window was projected into the room. Philomena noticed A ray of light flashed through the tall building opposite very quickly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Her purpose has been achieved.

"Athena, have you found any sources for those smuggled items?" She turned around and stopped paying attention to everything outside. The red hood—Jason Todd—was just a pawn for her to pass on the information. This candidate should be Red Robin, because Philomena heard that the relationship between Red Hood and Batman is not very good, but Red Robin was obviously exhausted by Robin that day, and he didn't have time to notice Philomena. clues out.

So the Red Hood is the same, it's just a matter of time.

[The smuggled items arrived in the metropolis through several transshipments, including air, sea, and land transportation, which also included trains and expressways.According to the earliest customs clearance location, this batch of smuggled goods came from the Middle East. 】

"Middle East." Philomena repeated slowly.

[To be precise, it is the Arabian Peninsula. 】

Philomena, who got the information, fell into deep thought. She walked into the kitchen slowly, ignoring that there was another person who tried to pry into her privacy half a minute ago—although it was the bait she set—and took out a bag from the refrigerator. Bottle of orange juice.

Coming from the Middle East is a bad thing for Philomena. Long-term wars have made technology the most difficult thing to popularize. When food and clothing become the most important thing in life, Philomena doesn’t think they will have much time. Install surveillance cameras and devices she can hack.

Of course, there are also overly rich countries in the Middle East. Their rich people live a life of extravagance. They probably throw away a computer, mobile phone and tablet every day, but those are almost all oil traders who sell crude oil.

Not an arms dealer who smuggles aliens.

"Understood, keep watching and report in time." In the end, Philomena shook her head and decided not to care about this matter.

Her most important job at the moment is to keep an eye on Metropolis. Superman is still buried underground, and Philomena has no extra time to care about the conspiracy against Gotham.

It's enough to have Batman watching over there.

Leaving aside the personal feud with Batman—Bruce Wayne—Philomena has to say that calling Batman the mind of the Justice League is an apt adjective indeed.

The other party has great control over Gotham. According to the information obtained by Philomena, he actually does not have any superpowers. He does this purely with the limit of human brain power and physical strength. It has lasted for more than 20 years. superhero career.

She doesn't like him, but that doesn't conflict with admiration.

So she also felt that Batman could solve these problems by himself. As a student, she didn't even finish her calculus homework, so she didn't need to worry about Gotham.

Philomena's divergent thoughts completely retracted after thinking about the calculus homework. The girl frowned slightly, staring at the messy pile of books on the dining table as if she was looking at a mortal person.

【Filomina, I have received the report from Nightwing. ] At this moment, Athena saved Philomena again: [It is an analysis report on smuggled goods. 】

"Open."

The purple light was projected into the air, forming dense texts. Philomena frowned while staring at the pile of documents while taking a sip of orange juice.

"Unknown alien creatures are afraid of flames and sound waves, which is most likely a weakness." Philomena slowly read out the place marked in red: "It can possess the host and control the opponent's actions. Time will suck the host dry—"

Philomena recalled that night, everyone who was touched by the mucus was immediately wrapped up, and within a few seconds, the mucus separated from the human body, spread to the next human, and lay down The original shell could not be seen anymore, the thin skin was attached to the bones, like a skeleton wrapped in human skin.

"The host controlled by this creature will exert a huge lethality. It is invulnerable and has a strong recovery ability. It can heal serious wounds in a few seconds. The only way to separate the host from the parasite is a huge sound wave." The last important point was also marked in red, and Philomena frowned tightly, but this thing was not too difficult for her to fight.

There is a character in her hero pool, which can be said to be the natural enemy of this kind of thing.

She asked Athena to turn off the projection, and when she looked out of the window again inadvertently, there was no one on the tall building opposite. She looked away and stopped paying attention.

The messenger has already departed.

"You can't believe what I saw, Dee—" Jason quickly pried open the window, and turned into the top floor of Superman's house, yelling as he flipped through, and saw that the room was completely dark, it was supposed to be a holiday Dick, who will come to the Metropolis, is nowhere to be seen: "Where did you go?"

Boring, he turned on the light, went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Dick is a young man who doesn't know how to cook, so there is only enough food in his refrigerator for two meals at most, and he often puts it to rot and expires and throws it away.

But there was a lot of beer, Jason raised his eyebrows, took out a can of cold beer from it, and pulled the tab with a "pop", fine bubbles slowly rose from the wine, he casually sipped After taking a sip, he put the wine bottle on the cooking table casually, and then took out a few tomatoes, a small bag of basil leaves, half an onion, a few mushrooms, and a bag of ground meat from the refrigerator.

Then he reached out and took out a bag of unopened pasta from the cupboard on the top, threw the things on the cooking table, pulled out the kitchen knife on the shelf, and after a few random swings, he started cooking those in a steady rhythm. Ingredients.

The cleaned greens were placed on the chopping board with undried water droplets, and the sound of chopping vegetables resounded throughout the space. Jason, who was already good at using knives, was more than enough to deal with this kind of thing. The tomato he cut open Almost all mushrooms, mushrooms and onions can be measured with a ruler, and the error is extremely small.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the door opening from outside. It was time for dinner. Jason could probably guess that Philomena who walked out the door was going to forage for food. The young man stopped what he was doing and looked down. Looking at the ingredients being processed, after about two seconds, the face with the huge knife scar suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Just once." He sighed.

"Click." When Jason opened the door of the house, Philomena had her hands in her pockets and a huge scarf around her neck that could almost cover half of her face. From a distance, she seemed to be walking in a group. She turned her head slightly, and there was a cold chill in her icy blue eyes.

"Dicky Bird—Dick Grayson—asked if you wanted dinner, and I made spaghetti." Jason grabbed the kitchen knife in his hand, which still had a bit of tomato juice left on it, looking It was like a murderer at a murder scene in the middle of the night, but the girl standing in front of the elevator didn't have any look of fear in her eyes, but looked at him calmly, with a feeling of looking at a fool.

The veins on Jason's forehead twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt that he had made an extremely stupid decision.

Two seconds later Philomena shrugged and said, "Do you eat apple pie?"

"What?" Jason felt as if he didn't understand what she said. Philomena resisted the urge to roll her eyes, pulled out the house key from her pocket, opened the door of the house and walked in. The door was left open.

Jason frowned and leaned against the gate. Less than a minute later, Philomena came over with a big flat box, and she stuffed it into Jason's arms: "Call me when you're done cooking."

The box stuffed into Jason's arms was a box from a famous metropolitan dessert shop. After completing a series of actions, Philomena went back to her room in a smooth manner. The corners of Jason's mouth twitched slightly. Holding the box with a knife, the other hand opened the lid of the carton.

The apple pie that has been frozen inside and looks a little dry, if sprinkled with a little water and baked in the oven again, it will look similar to the original.

He closed the lid, turned around and went back into the house, closing the door with one foot, not even the chain.

"Little kid," he muttered.

Philomena closed the door of her house by accident, never thinking that she would be invited to dinner at home after she dropped her vest—even though it was very likely just incidentally.

It was weird, Jason Todd didn't seem like he liked him that day.

Of course Philomena knows that her character is not pleasing, but in fact she is not someone who needs to be liked, so she has always lived as she pleases.

Those who irritate me will be beaten, those who don't want to speak will be ignored, and whoever blames me will be beaten back.

So could it be an interrogation session tonight?

Philomena guessed that Jason Todd should have not told Dick about this, but was going to tell him after Dick returned to the metropolis.

What's more, he may want to expose all this in front of Philomena, so that she has no way to quibble.

Of course, Philomena didn't intend to quibble, she just wanted to reveal her identity to them, so she just refuted it if she wanted to.

In fact, according to Philomena's personality, she should not casually agree to go to someone's house for dinner, and there are even people who have only met once, but she wants to confirm their thoughts on her identity. Otherwise, Filomina has almost eaten all the restaurants around this apartment recently, no matter how delicious it is, she will get tired of it.

She threw herself into the sofa and turned on the TV in front of her. The news station was broadcasting the latest developments of the Avengers and Spider-Man's new suit.

Philomena was just about to squint a little when she heard her cell phone ringing.

She lay on the sofa for ten seconds before standing up, walking to the dining table and answering the phone: "Olsen."

"Hey! Philomena! It's me, Peter!" A youthful breath came out of the phone. Philomena clamped the phone between her cheeks and shoulders expressionlessly, and reached for the water glass and kettle on the table. : "What's wrong?"

"I came to the metropolis today on business, do you want to have dinner together! I'm downstairs at your house!"

Philomena frowned, it would be fine if it was normal time, but she just promised Jason Todd: "Not today."

"Huh?" Peter's voice sounded a little distorted through the phone, and Philomena even vaguely felt that the other party was angry, and a subtle anger came out of the voice: "Why!"

She narrowed her eyes and replied displeasedly: "I have something to do, let's talk about it next time, goodbye."

With a "beep ─ ─", Philomena hung up the phone directly, and Peter Parker's faint anger made her a little unhappy. She hated others interfering in her life, especially for inexplicable things question yourself.

The slight joy brought about by the success of the identity exposure project has been wiped out by this phone call. Philomena slammed the phone on the table. This was the first time she and Peter had any behavior similar to arguing.

"Click." A slight sound came from the direction of the balcony, and Philomena turned her head vigilantly, and found that the tightly closed curtains were being blown by the wind, and she had only confirmed that the French windows were closed an hour ago damn.

Philomena squinted her eyes, walked quickly to the window and pulled open the curtains, and at the same time growled, "Who's outside!"

The moment she opened the curtain, a person was hanging upside down in front of her.

Only the white eyes were blinking on the black tights. Philomena stepped back suddenly, and the two of them froze in place. The strange figure hanging upside down was holding a white spider silk in his hand, and then As he let go of his hand and fell to the ground, Philomena ran towards the door suddenly.

It's okay to drop a horse, but that's for superheroes. Who knows what kind of freak or pervert is this in front of him?

If the super villain knew about this, Philomena felt that the current days of saving Metropolis peacefully would be over.

Her speed was very fast, but not as fast as that person. When Philomena just opened the door of the room, she was thrown to the ground from behind. Hands can barely move.

"Bang!" Filomina's ribs were broken, her complexion paled for a moment, and the next second, she was picked up from the ground by the man. The man in the black mask turned his head slightly, full of He said angrily: "Why──?"

"Stay away from me──!" Philomena pushed the opponent hard with her hands that weren't being held, but she couldn't shake her with her own strength alone. She gritted her teeth and was about to trigger the Overwatch system here , as a result, another door was kicked open, and in the next second two bullets hit the black figure's face with "bang bang!" If he didn't move in time, he was kicked away severely by a boot.

Philomena fell heavily to the ground, and there was a dislocation sound from the second injured rib. She stared viciously at the figure who was kicked into her home and was about to rush over, triggering the Overwatch system.

Jason Todd, who had just shot, once again confirmed with his own eyes that Philomena Olsen was Genji. The two guns in the young man's hands pointed straight at the person kicked away by him in the room.

"Get the fuck off, asshole."