I used to believe in science

"Breathe, Netty, breathe."

Such whispers came to Antoinette's ear, repeated until she could understand the meaning of these words.She listened to the persuasion and took a sudden breath, her lungs filled with oxygen, and a burning sensation made her cough out before she realized that she was being held.

She was coughing fiercely at that expensive shirt at the moment, but the other party didn't care at all.He still put a hand on her back to comfort her.

There are only a few people who can do this, and there is basically only one option left for such a coquettish pink shirt——

"Brother." Antoinette took another deep breath and squeezed out the words tremblingly suppressing the discomfort in his throat.

"Be quiet." The voice came from the top of his head, Tony still maintained this position, and did not let her go.

So Antoinette put his head on his shoulders, letting himself relax for a while, relying entirely on his brother.

There was a smell of red wine on Tony's body, mixed with the lingering smell of motor oil, which was Tony's unique smell soaked in flesh and blood. She soaked in Tony's laboratory when she was a child and tried her best to give her brother I am most familiar with this smell when I am messing around.

After about 5 minutes, Antoinette felt himself recovering and patted Tony on the shoulder.The hands that beat rhythmically on her back stopped, and Tony supported her shoulders and pushed her straight, but he didn't let go immediately, but observed her from a very close distance.Those blue eyes were filled with worries that would never appear in front of outsiders.

"I'm fine, don't worry." She sniffed and smiled at him.

Tony also adjusted his expression, showing a forced smile, "Isn't it, it's very good."

Only then did Antoinette find himself sitting on the sofa in an empty room. From the bookshelves reaching to the ceiling on both sides, it could be deduced that this was the Wayne family's study.Pep sat on the sofa opposite her and watched them with concern, while Tony half-kneeled in front of her, with one hand still on her shoulder for support.

"Eat this." At this time Bruce came in, hurried like a tornado, his hair was messed up, and his tie was lost somewhere.He walked up to Antoinette and handed her two pills.

Antoinette took it without doubt and swallowed it, trying to take the water glass with his still trembling hand, but Bruce blocked her hand and handed the glass directly to her mouth.

Swallowing the spicy liquid and the pills, Antoinette looked at Bruce in surprise, and the latter closed the glass and shrugged and explained, "Tranquilizer and brandy, I usually don't recommend mixing like this, but you need this now."

Anthony nodded, and her rational thinking slowly returned. She looked around, and the absence of a familiar person made her a little worried, "Where is Rhett?"

"Your colleague is dealing with the media outside. It seems that he has more experience than you." Bruce answered her, pursing his lips and looking out of the window from time to time, almost listening to the movement outside with half of his ears up.

"Go." This is the second time Antoinette said this to Bruce today, "It's too ugly if the master isn't around after such a big event."

Bruce glances at Antoinette, then turns to Tony, who nods at him.

Antoinette is fascinated by the mutual relationship between her brother and her best friend. Most of the time in the external world, they compare each other with the luxury of the rich children, giving people the illusion that one mountain cannot accommodate two trenches.They also seldom communicate in private, and hardly express their views on business dealings, as if whoever talks about cooperation first is inferior to others.

But when necessary, they seem to have a tacit understanding and can quickly reach a consensus.Antoinette wonders whether this is a necessary professional quality for the boss of a multinational company.

Antoinette thought about this far-fetched matter, her mind became more and more chaotic, and the medicine slowly pulled her into sleep.

When she woke up, she wasn't surprised to find herself lying in bed, in the Wayne's guest room.

Antoinette recognized the pair of vases in the corner at a glance.The edge of the vase was missing a corner, which Antoinette had broken when he was playing here as a child.She rolled out of bed, unsurprisingly changed into a set of pajamas, and the skirts of the dress had been cleaned and stacked on the chair beside the bed.She ignored it, but went to the window and opened the curtains.The scenery on the third floor allows her to easily look across the bushes to the road outside the fence of the manor in the distance.

It was already evening, and the evening sun slanted in, coating the canopy with a layer of gold.

It's a fine day.

Antoinette opened the door and looked at the long and quiet corridor.Wayne Manor has dismissed most of the servants since the old Wayne couple passed away, and only recalled those old employees during banquets and regular episodes, which made this big manor look very empty and gloomy.

In fact, the Stark family's old house is similar, only Jarvis is taking care of it, but Tony's laboratory is inside, they can ignore other things and focus on that small world.

"Hi, Miss Stark." When Antoinette was looking at the stairs at the end of the corridor, there was a sound from the other side. She turned her head in surprise, and a boy quietly approached and stood beside her.

The boy had the same blue eyes as Bruce, and if she didn't know Bruce well, she would have thought it was his illegitimate child, as many did.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you." The other party took a step back, tilted his head, and looked at her unabashedly, taking advantage of the child's advantage, "You may not have seen me...I am..."

"Richard Grayson, you're Bruce's adopted son, I've heard."

"My friends call me Dick." The little boy waved his hand, "Alfred asked me to see if you're awake, and you can catch up with fresh cocoa now."

"Okay." Antoinette blinked his eyes. "Do you think he is a coincidence or has some super power to pinch time?"

"..." Dick shrugged. "I don't know, but I guess it's the latter. You know, whoever is a housekeeper these days doesn't have any superpowers."

"..." Antoinette was speechless, she felt that what the other party said made sense.

Dick turned to lead the way, but paused after thinking. "I think you might want to put on your slippers."

"Oh oh oh." Antoinette noticed that she was barefoot at this moment. The carpet in the room was too soft for her to realize, but the corridor was cold marble.

It's four or five o'clock now, it's past dinner time, there are only Antoinette and Dick at the big table, and the latter seems to be just to accompany her, because he just ordered a cup of cocoa and then took out the PSV. Chewing bubble gum while brushing the game.

Antoinette took advantage of the meal time to catch up on what she missed last night, her phone was full of emails, Red was at the police station, Bruce went to the company for a public relations crisis early in the morning, Tony and Pep went back to their hotel Wait, there are more than a dozen caring messages left by Garcia.

After dealing with these, Antoinette got a pencil, and drew the owl logo engraved on the handle of the knife last night on the napkin from memory.After biting the end of a pencil and looking at it for a while, he gave up and sighed, looked at the kid sitting on the side playing games with little expectation and asked, "Boy, are you a native of Gotham?"

"Native-born," Dick replied casually, blowing a bubble.

"Then you don't happen to know which of the local gangs is marked with an owl?"

"I don't know." Dick sat up a little bit, took the time to glance at Antoinette's napkin, and said when she was frustrated, "But there is a very old legend in Gotham, the Court of Owls."