Win Wayne

Yeah yeah that's pretty cool, not to mention you didn't just run away from home, you let Batman drive you away from home...

"How long will this trip take?" Wen lay on the back of the chair boredly, "I still want to see you run away from home and go to the parallel world."

But the dialogue between Wendy and Batman is also very dramatic.

In fact, compared to the part about running away from home, she already knew the follow-up story, Wendy was more interested in the part about Batman that Wendy never mentioned.

It was still raining outside, and the inside of the car was a small world of its own. This kind of dark and closed space always made Wendy feel fear and uneasiness, but with the company of Batman, she seemed to overcome this fear well.

Fear can be overcome, but eczema cannot.

Wendy's fingers were already red and swollen, Wen knew this itching feeling, it could easily defeat a person's willpower, to some extent it was more unbearable than pain.

But Wendy's hand was dragging her cheek peacefully, slightly bent naturally and relaxed, not to mention scratching, not even a little trembling movement.

As expected of Wendy.

Batman said, "You didn't take your meds when you went out."

"No." Wendy replied, "I even ran away from home on a whim, so I wouldn't be in the mood to go upstairs to take medicine."

Batman hands her a pillbox.

"There are all your usual medications," Batman said calmly, "Take them with you."

Wendy took it, opened the medicine box, looked at it, chose one and swallowed it.Wen took the opportunity to glance at the medicine box, not to mention, it was quite well prepared.

"Where did you get the medicine? It's not easy to gather all these categories in such a short time," Wendy asked, "Did your father give it to you?"

Batman didn't deny it, that's the default.

"I knew you must have a relationship with your father, he spends a lot of money on Zhenglian every year." Wendy took out the ointment from the medicine box and applied it on her hands, "And you always come so often every time." timely."

It's really rare, Wen Xin said that Batman has a connection with your father, what's the matter with him donating money to Zhenglian?

I also know that it is impossible for Bruce to have dealt with Batman. After all, the Wayne family is the richest person in Gotham... Not only that, the surname Wayne is well-known internationally.

The rich people in the world are either connected with Chaoying or have some inextricable cooperation with Super Reverse. Isn’t this common sense?

Wendy finished painting her hands, put the remaining ointment back into the medicine box and buckled it.

"He also called you this time?"

"..."

Wendy nodded and said, "He should come by himself. Why doesn't he come by himself?"

This sentence is not like asking Batman a question, but more like talking to himself.

"..."

"How did he tell you?" Wendy asked, thinking for a while and then changed his words, "What did he say when he mentioned me? You——talked about me, right?"

"...sometimes," Batman replied conservatively.

"what did he say?"

"Nothing to say."

Wendy stopped asking questions.She pinched the medicine box thoughtfully, her long hair hanging down, covering the expression on her face.

This is the first time I don't know how many times, Wendy, you are in the mood to chat with Batman, but you can't talk to your father?It wasn't a serious matter at first, but it was forced by your family to become what it is today-you are not bad people, so it's such a mess no matter what you do.

Your father and your brothers are not frank, so you should be more frank.

But you are also not frank.

It's hopeless, your family is hopeless.

Wen got up from the back of the chair without a word, then slumped heavily back to the back seat.

This dream contained too much information, and she had to think hard to find out the clues from it, but it was inevitable, and she felt less interested.

What is she up to.

Thinking about it carefully, no matter how chaotic the situation is, it has nothing to do with her, and she herself is not a nosy person.

Alas, she is so kind. Sometimes, even if you know that this matter is an internal conflict in someone else’s family, there is no room for you to intervene. But as a close-up, God’s perspective bystander, you can understand the incident The solution is clear, just watching the other party come and go, it is inevitable that you will feel anxious for the person concerned.

Batman surrendered in the silence.

"We talked about you," he said quietly.

Wendy moved.

"What do you want to know."

"...I don't know what I want to know." Wendy said sullenly, "Did he say anything that impressed you?"

"..."

"do not have it?"

"You're always in a much better mood when you come back from home after you've run away," Batman said, "so he thinks it's good for you to get you out of the house now and then. Say, sometimes, you kind of... overread his reactions."

"I didn't over-interpret it." Of course Wendy objected to such words, "I never said anything."

"That's the thing that worries him the most. You're not a girl who likes to confide in people," Batman said. "Occasionally he kind of regrets letting you leave home at a young age to study in another country far away. That It was a tough decision, and at the time, he thought he had to, given what happened to you in Gotham."

"Now he doesn't think so?"

"It's hard to say." Batman replied, "But if he could go back to that time, he would consider it more carefully."

Wendy looked at her fingers: "I... like my school very much."

Wen was startled.

What?Do you actually like the ballet school, sister?Why don't you ever say it?Is there any mistake, when you mentioned the ballet school, you only complained or dissatisfied. You don’t even seem to like ballet very much, but now you say you like your school? !

No, no, Wendy is not sure if she is telling the truth, maybe she is talking nonsense in front of Batman now...

Although Wen thought so, there was another feeling that couldn't be ignored.

She felt that Wendy was telling the truth.

She trusts Batman very much, this is one; her mood has indeed reached a critical point now, this is the second; plus the torrential rain outside the car turned the whole city into a sea on land, they are now in In an unavoidable small space, under such circumstances, perhaps Wendy finally chose to open her heart on a rare occasion.

But this meant that Wendy had concealed a lot of truth from her before.

...How should I put it, Wen was not surprised at all.

This is the biggest reason why she really can't like Wendy, she is too sensitive, and she doesn't want to say more, who is in the mood to guess her thoughts all day long.

If it weren't for them being a community of destiny, Wendy would have gone as far as she met someone with Wendy's personality.

"It's a very good school." Batman said calmly, "The teachers are very experienced, the students are from good backgrounds, and those from a slightly lower family background are also smart and studious. Everyone in the school belongs to the type that you will not reject, closed The traditional teaching mode ensures the frequency of getting along with each other. From the perspective of external conditions, the chances of you making friends in that school are very high."

Wendy didn't make friends though - that was purely Wendy's fault.

"Friends are not essential in life." Wendy retorted in a low voice.

"It is essential to you."

His tone was so unmistakable that Win rolled his eyes at Batman, but had to admit that he was right, or Bruce was right.

No one can truly live in this world alone and without communication, and Wendy is no exception. Even because of her own situation, her requirements for emotional support will only be higher and more, and cannot be lower or more. few.

Normally, family members are of course the most powerful emotional support, but it seems impossible to do so in Wendy's family...

Wen suddenly realized a fact.

Damn, she still doesn't quite know what's wrong with them.

But I can guess that it is a mental illness.

Wen is very aware of the common characteristics of patients with this disease: such ordinary, normal, ordinary beautiful, and ordinary warm families are only the minimum for these patients to ensure their emotional stability.

It's brutal, but it's what it is.

What they need is a response anytime and anywhere, what they need is unconditional love and continuous warmth, because at any time, they may have emotional breakdowns for any trivial or even inexplicable reasons.

Ordinary people actually have a limit to their relatives, friends and lovers. You can have thousands of shortcomings, as long as they don’t violate their bottom line, but for this kind of patients, what they really need is perfection.

Perfect means that sometimes they cry and cry, what they need is not comfort but companionship, they can only accept comfort; sometimes they hurt close people, and you have to do the most correct response, if you are too good , it might just aggravate their guilt if you behave badly... if you behave badly, maybe they will take comfort, or maybe they will hurt you doubly next time.

It fits Wendy's behavior perfectly.

"Father told you to take Harry into Arkham?" Wendy asked.

"..."

"Don't try to excuse him, this is something he can do."

"..."

"I must get this answer." Wendy emphasized her voice, "Harry is not a normal friend, you understand? It was different. Halle was my girlfriend. I promised."

Batman looks shocked: "..."

"We haven't made it public in any way. I asked for it. Halle has an opinion, but she is very coaxing. Well, I know it's my fault, but her status is too difficult. I don't know what to do." Said, it is absolutely impossible for father to agree." Wendy bit her lips irritably, "Everyone will not agree. I know."

"...she wasn't a good choice."

"You're talking nonsense." Wendy said coldly, "As if I was a good choice. You know Harley, she's just too easily carried away by love, and of course she also likes violence and madness, But as long as I don't allow it, she will be very good."

"..."

"At most," Wendy added reluctantly, "at most she would swing her wooden hammer and run out to rob a cash truck or scare the police. It's not a big deal."

Wen felt that Wendy's definition of the problem was very problematic.

"You don't love her," Batman said, "she's just more docile and warm than everyone else you've met."

Wendy was silent.

"I didn't expect you to say that." She stroked the medicine box in her hand, "but love..."

Wendy didn't love anyone.

It's pathetic, thought Wen, she doesn't even love herself.