Win Wayne

The first thing Wen got up from the bed was to reach for the mobile phone by the bed.

She glanced at the time, it was four in the morning.

Waking up too early too!She also wanted to see what Wendy said later!

It's always like this, shit, she was a little tired of Wendy's story at the beginning, and then something she was interested in appeared. After reading this part excitedly, she found that there seemed to be more behind, but she was not so sure, so she hesitated Zhong bit the bullet and watched more, and began to get tired... Then something interesting appeared to her.

Nevermind, damn it.

Couldn't she edit a dream of a hit and complete episode and let her experience it all in one go?

Wen put down his phone and turned on the light, feeling thirsty and empty in his stomach.The atmosphere at the table was too embarrassing, she didn't eat much, and she didn't have much dessert after the meal, although Alfred's craftsmanship was visible to the naked eye.

Thinking about it now, I really regret it. If I had eaten more at that time, I could continue to sleep now, instead of thinking about going downstairs to the kitchen to find food to fill my stomach.

Wen lay on the bed, closed his eyes and fought his physical needs for a few minutes, finally defeated by hunger.

She put on a windbreaker jacket over her nightdress, and opened the door carefully.

It was dim outside the door, and there was a small night light in the corridor. The dim light created a terrifying atmosphere in such a large castle, not to mention through the window, Wen could see the gray-white mist diffused outside the window.

Damn this place is too heart-stopping, can heart patients survive in this city?

Wen turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and the light illuminated a small section of the road in front of her. She bravely walked out of the room. The soft slippers were good at absorbing sound, and she didn't make any more terrifying footsteps.

After discovering this, Wen felt a lot more relaxed. She was really a little afraid of what would happen. As she walked in the corridor, the sound of footsteps gradually changed from hers alone to two people's...

Wen heard footsteps behind him.

Goosebumps ran all the way from the back of her neck to the top of her head, Wen almost screamed, she buried her head and rushed forward without thinking, the footsteps behind her also quickened, and along with the footsteps, there was a worried Voice: "Wen? What's wrong with you?"

Is a living person!

Great, it's not some old castle ghost!

Wen finally remembered that she was in the main house of Wayne now, besides her, there were five big living people, Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and Alfred, living in this castle. Everyone didn't eat much when she was young, she could be hungry, but the other young and strong boys had no reason not to be hungry...

To be reasonable, you just walk when you walk, why the footsteps are so loud!

Don't you know how terrifying the sound of footsteps coming from behind in the middle of the night is!

Wen Ping turned around calmly, and Dick's figure was a little hazy under the dim night light, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He asked softly, "Wen? Why do you get up so early. "

I didn't get up, I had an inexplicable dream and woke up inexplicably, I felt hungry so I wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to fill my stomach.

The answer was too long, and Wen didn't bother to explain.

She said, "Yeah."

Dick seemed to get a wrong explanation from her sleepy voice. He calmed down considerately and followed Wen all the way into the kitchen. Wen didn't bother to ask Dick what he wanted to do with her. She was very tired now. Still hungry, even though the feeling of hunger is blunt, if I have to say it, it’s okay if I don’t eat... It’s not like I didn’t experience it when I was more uncomfortable.

But let's eat some.

You can never go wrong with eating more when you are hungry.

The kitchen was tidy, and it was easy to see at a glance. There was no food left on the counter. Wen turned to open the refrigerator, but Dick had already done it before her.

"Hungry?" Dick asked with a smile, "Alfred usually reserves some desserts for us in the refrigerator, but desserts in the morning are not too..."

Wen brought out a plate of chocolate cake and a packet of milk.

"It's okay." She said absently, "I'll just eat whatever I want."

Dick didn't quite agree with Wen's choice, and he threatened Wen with a very friendly tone: "You will gain weight. Shall I make you a simple breakfast?"

"No need," Wen said.

She went to the dining table with food, and not long after she sat down, Dick sat beside her with a simple egg sandwich.

Like a piece of cowhide plaster, Wen thought, no matter how good-looking she is, no matter how good-natured she is, it can't hide the fact that Dick is always trying to follow her and talk to her.

When she is in a good mood, she is not a bad-tempered person. When she is in a bad mood, she seldom deliberately speaks ill at each other. Sometimes she can’t control it. He answered vaguely, eating his own cake slowly.

When she had finished eating, she yawned and went upstairs to her room.

Leaving Dick staring blankly at Wen's empty dinner plate.

Wen fell asleep until almost noon before getting up.

The curtains have been drawn, and the weather today is not bad. Although the sun cannot be seen, it is not cloudy. Wen rolled on the bed a few times, surprised why no one came to wake her up, but she It didn't take more than a second to think at all.

Almost all the clothes and trousers in the closet fit her aesthetics, mixed with a few elegant long skirts in the painting style.

These skirts are still within her aesthetic range. They belong to a style that Wen can understand and accept, but she doesn't particularly like them. She has worn skirts a few times before going out, and the skirts in the closet are very similar to the ones she wears. resemblance.

temperature:"……"

She could understand that this meant that Wayne and the others took her seriously, and also accepted that this was actually a covert gesture of favor, but from her point of view, it was quite unnecessary.

It might be because although Wen didn't hate them, he didn't like this group of people very much either, so any thoughtful little details from them just made her feel... I don't know how to put it, like she was pushing an inch.

She appreciates it, but is reluctant to accept it.

What are you going to do now?Wen was quite willing to stay in the room and play with her mobile phone, but the last bit of politeness she had left told her that it was very inappropriate to do so. How could she stay in the room and play with her mobile phone the next day after "going home"...

who cares.

She's going to play with her mobile phone, isn't it more fun to kill time than to go downstairs and create embarrassment with Bruce!

Wen played until his stomach was growling with hunger, then he dragged his clothes and went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, there was only Alfred downstairs. The old butler was cleaning the sculpture with a duster. Seeing Wen coming down, he paused for a moment and asked, "Miss Wen, do you need me to prepare afternoon tea for you in advance?" ?”

Afternoon tea is a reserved item every day?Wen thought it was a special treatment for her to come here.

This family is really fastidious.

"Where did everyone else go?" Wen asked curiously.

"Master Bruce just woke up and is doing some work in his study. Master Timothy and Master Damian have gone to class, and Master Richard left early in the morning." The old butler replied.

"...Mr. Wayne got up so late."

It's impossible for Bruce to play on his mobile phone at night like she forgets the time. She just came back yesterday, and it's unlikely that Bruce has any active nightlife.

What did he do at night.

Wen's curiosity was soaring, she struggled to balance between embarrassment and satisfaction of curiosity, and finally said cruelly: "No need to prepare in advance, I will have afternoon tea with Mr. Wayne."

"Okay, Miss Wen." The old housekeeper smiled, "I'm glad to hear you say that."

Wen squeezed out a smile: "Ha, ha ha..."

The housekeeper also seemed to be aware that she was awkward with Bruce.

What the hell is going on with this family, there seems to be nothing particularly wrong, everything is logical, but why does Wen always feel that something is wrong.

Even someone as big-hearted as her couldn't convince herself to ignore these details, Wendy might be even more devastated.

Wen gave herself a long time of mental construction, and by the time Wen Wen and Bruce had afternoon tea together, she was almost on the verge of falling apart.

Bruce changed into a suit today, but he was still handsome enough to doubt his age.

He nodded to Wen friendly: "good afternoon."

"Actually, this time is counted as morning according to my schedule." Wen Shun said.

"Good morning, then." Bruce corrected.

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You don't have to follow me like this, Mr. Wayne, you can just nod or smile at this time, you will only give me goose bumps if you follow me.

Wen misses Connor so much.

She really wanted to ask Connor to come and fly away with her.

Today's afternoon tea was strawberry mille-feuille. Wen took a sip and was surprised to find that the sweetness was moderate—she really didn't like too sweet things very much. Alfred even discovered this?

"You don't seem to like dessert very much." Noticing her pause, Bruce said, "I asked Alfred to reduce the sweetness, how about now?"

"...Very good, I like the slightly sweet taste, not greasy." Wen said, "You are quite considerate."

The observation is also very meticulous, Wen quietly added in her heart, she has a preference for taste, but when she really eats, she will finish no matter what is in front of her, at most there is a slight difference in the order.

"This is the only advantage I have in front of you." Bruce laughed at himself.

His behavior made Wen feel a little guilty.

But she didn't refute Bruce's words.

When eating quietly, Bruce appears to be very educated. His movements are pleasing to the eye. Even the simple action of picking up a strawberry with a fork and putting it in his mouth is as beautiful as a movie scene, even with a sense of antiquity. It's like watching a movie made decades ago.

"Are you always home alone?" Wen asked.

"Most of the time." Bruce wiped the corners of his lips with a square towel next to the dining plate, "You have also noticed that our family is close but not close. Everyone has their own things to do. We rarely get together neatly." together."

"Jason didn't come back," Wen said.

She suddenly understood - Jason!Resurrected Jason!

She thought of Wendy's shock when she found out that Jason was still alive, and she also thought of Wendy's abnormality when she temporarily acted with Jason. Every time Wendy's mood fluctuated greatly, she You will see some of Wendy's past in the dream. The relationship between Wendy and the second brother should be very deep, but Wendy's performance at the time really didn't show much surprise.

Until just now, Wen felt that Wendy might just not know how to express her feelings.

But no, no, it's not that Wendy doesn't know how to express her feelings.

It is known that the resurrected brother is Red Hood.

It is also known that Red Hood is a member of the Bat-family, but other members of the Bat-family and Red Hood himself never admit it.

It is also known that in the Bat Family, Nightwing is in Bloomington, and Dick is currently working as a policeman in Bloomington; about half a year after Jason's death, the third Robin appeared, and that happened to be Tim joining Wayne Clan time.

So based on what is known...

Damn, this shouldn't be, this is impossible, this, this, this is too crazy, even she can hardly take the conclusion seriously!

Wen stared at Bruce absent-mindedly, staring at his chin.Covering the top half of Bruce's face and putting a uniform over his suit...

No, no, the height is not very consistent, but the height can be concealed by shoes and standing posture. Height does not count and is excluded.

Character... character can be disguised.

So this conclusion is correct.There is at least an 80.00% chance of being right.

Bruce Wayne is Batman.

—Wen was dumbfounded.