Win Wayne

This conclusion was too absurd and unreasonable, and even completely overturned all the impressions Bruce Wayne had left on Wen.

So, when Wen suddenly realized that Bruce was Batman, her first reaction was to doubt herself.

It must be something wrong with her, Bruce definitely can't be Batman, these two people shouldn't be connected at all, and it's not like Bruce hasn't played with Batman at the same time, if they are really the same person, why? Maybe appear in the same place at the same time, and be witnessed by many people at the same time?

...Of course, if you have to say it, you can identify Batman mainly by his uniform rather than his face anyway, and the opposite is true when identifying Bruce, by his face rather than the clothes he wears.

If he really wants to cover up, it is entirely feasible to let someone trustworthy, such as a superhero companion, put on his uniform and confuse the public's thinking.

Wen was confused.

She still didn't want to believe that Bruce was Batman, but the facts seemed to be so clearly in front of her.

Once she noticed those blind spots that she had ignored in the past, and then reversed after she had reached the conclusion, the more she wanted to find evidence to prove that Bruce was not Batman, the more she realized that there was no conclusive reason to refute the facts.

All the details tie the two identities together.

temperature:"……"

All right, she accepted the fact.

It's no surprise that Bruce is Batman.

Yes or no so what?You still have to eat when you are hungry, you still have to drink water when you are thirsty, the sun rises as usual, people work as usual, Bruce is still the president of the Wayne Group doing nothing, and Batman is still the superhero who often haunts Gotham at night.

This fact existed before she realized it.

Now that she realizes it, it's just—that's all she knows.

There was no fluctuation in Wen's heart other than shock and disbelief.

There should be fluctuations, Wen can use logic to draw such a conclusion, but the fact is that she doesn't.Her emotions don't always appear logically, sometimes they appear logically, but she doesn't seem to feel sad when she should be sad, more often, the emotions she feels are...

Hollow.

Nothing but emptiness, just joy.

Therefore, she also felt happy at this time, she just felt that this incident was funny, or there was no reason, she was just happy.

Bruce looked at her: "Wen? What are you laughing at?"

"I discovered a secret."

"Can I know?"

"You already know, but you don't know which secret I know."

Bruce's smile freezes for a moment, then reappears: "So you now have two secrets."

"I don't have a secret." Wen replied, "This secret has nothing to do with me. I just know it, which doesn't mean I want to participate in this secret."

Bruce nodded, showing tolerance and understanding.

This made Wen laugh again.

She laughed for a long time, Bruce just looked at her, didn't ask, didn't speak, Wen finally stopped a little bored, and brought the topic back to Jason: "Why didn't Jason come home?"

"He has a little disagreement with us," Bruce replied. "We all want him back, but he's not willing to talk to us face to face, and given that, it's unlikely he'll show up at the house."

"It sounds like you think he's wrong."

"I wouldn't say he was wrong, but in my opinion, he did go sideways for good reasons," Bruce said. Another less appropriate one,"

"Is this better and less appropriate standard you set?" Wen said.

"No, of course not," Bruce said mildly. "It's a little complicated, Win."

A little complicated means that I don't want to explain to her, Wen understands.

She didn't particularly want to hear Bruce explain the details of Jason's body. Just looking at the behavior of this group of people, she knew that the truth would only make her feel worse the more she listened.

Since it's bad, it's better not to listen.

Wen nodded calmly, accepting Bruce's answer.

Bruce said: "Dick was out early this morning, probably to talk to Jason and see if he can be persuaded to come home. We'll find out at dinner."

Wen didn't have great expectations for the outcome.

Sure enough, when meal time came, Dick came back dejected and a little wounded.

"He won't come back, but let me say hello to Wen for him." Dick touched his cheek with embarrassment after meeting Wen's eyes, and said in a pitiful tone, "My face is bruised."

"It's fine if you beat him too." Wen's expression was unusually calm, "There are no young people who don't fight, and they are still good brothers after fighting. Sometimes not fighting is the problem."

She spent this afternoon with Bruce, and she just stayed in Bruce's study after the other party just said that.

Wen didn't know why she wanted to stay. She felt that her current mentality had been sublimated again. Ever since she guessed that Bruce was Batman, it was as if she had finally solved a difficult problem after countless years of hard thinking. She didn't feel any sense of satisfaction after going to school for too long, she just breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the burden on her shoulders had been relieved.

She saw it all.

Anyway, Wendy couldn't tell who was right or who was wrong in the matter. In this case, her curiosity shifted to the core secret. Now that the secret is revealed, Wen feels relieved and quite satisfied. Come to Wayne's main house by yourself.

She didn't lose money, and she earned money, so she couldn't be dissatisfied.

The thing that bothers Wen the most now is Wendy's reaction. She just realized that her own words are because she doesn't care much about secrets, so she realizes that Wendy is definitely discovering Jason. At the moment when it was equal to the red hood, she understood the truth she had just learned-damn, this is too bearable, right? !

Suffocated, this group of people really suffocated her.

Tim and Damian came back from school a long time ago, Tim was still upstairs, but Damian didn't know why, but sat peacefully on the side of the sofa and listened to them.

The stinky brother was probably educated by Bruce in private, and in just one day, his attitude has been doubled. When he came home from school, he even reluctantly gave Wen a greeting.

Wen didn't have the nerve to say that she actually preferred to stay with Damian, why force such a bad-tempered little boy to be polite, she wasn't their real family after all.

The day after I left Connor, I missed him.

Wen decided to ask Connor to sneak over at night.

But before that—

"Come out, Wendy," Wen sat in front of the dressing table and stared at his face in the mirror, "I know you're here, come out!"

"...I thought you were going to go up and ask 'Are you Batman'." Wendy said.

She walked slowly from Wen's back. The lavender pajama-style suspender dress with thin ribbons made her look pitiful, but this kind of pitifulness was just an imagination of the audience.

Wendy has nothing to do with Chu Chupiai.

"When did you find out?"

"When I saw my second brother." Wendy sat down on the dressing table, "I don't deny that before I saw Jason, I did have a little guess about it, but in my world, the second brother resurrected I never showed up afterwards, so I didn't get the most crucial evidence."

"Is the time difference counted?" Wen was very puzzled, "What about the blank time between the appearance of the second-generation Robin and the red hood? The second-generation Robin just disappeared when Jason left..."

She also understood.

If Jason and the Red Hood didn't show up at the same time, then the truth can only be a suspicion.The most critical evidence is that there is no possibility of any coincidence. If Jason dies and the Red Hood appears, the logic of normal people will of course deny that Jason is the Red Hood.

This is not the same as Bruce and Batman appearing at the same time.

Death is a more convincing reason.

"Although there is also the possibility of feigning death, father's abnormal emotions will not be faked." Wendy said lightly, "If it was a feigned death, he would pretend to be very sad, but if it was a real death, he would try every means Hide your sadness."

Wen carefully studied Wendy's tone and expression.

"You look..." She couldn't find the words, so she gave up and asked again, "You had this guess before you ran away from home?"

"I'm not stupid."

"Then they were quite successful in concealing it." Wen whispered, "If your personality is not that-I don't think there is anything wrong with what they did."

Wendy was noncommittal.

"I'm going to leave as soon as possible." Wen said again, using a negotiating tone, "Now that I know the secret, it seems that there is no need to continue getting along with them, what do you think?"

"It depends on your choice." Wendy said, "Don't ask me, my opinion is not important."

Wen accused: "Don't be so disheartened, it looks so mournful."

"Then what can I do?" Wendy asked calmly, "Let me say angrily 'I think my feelings are more important than other people's lives'? What if he is involved in gangsters, or does something bad in private, or really was fooling around and I would never let it go. But now he's a hero and my family is surrounded by heroes. They take care of me as much as they can and spend more time on heroism, I don't see what's wrong with it Wrong. What can I do? What do you say I should do?"

Oh shit.

Wen was speechless.

"That's it." Wendy said, she let out a breath slowly, with no sadness or joy on her face, "That's it."

It's too sad, too sad, Wen really can't see it.

"Wait a minute," she said suddenly, "if Bruce is Batman, they'll find this place sooner or later, right?"

"I can't say they will definitely find this place, but the possibility is very high."

Wen dragged his chin thoughtfully.

"What bad idea did you come up with?" Wendy raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not leaving," Wen announced, "I'm staying here—"

Wendy didn't know why.

"——with my lovely family members," Wen said with a smile, "have a good time communicating, communicating, feeling, loving."

Wendy: "..."

She asked uncertainly: "Are you talking irony or?"

"I'm not like you, I don't speak so eccentrically!" Wen said triumphantly, "I've decided that from now on, Bruce in this world will be my father, Dick will be my eldest brother, Jason will be my second brother, and Tim It's the third brother, Damian...forget it, Damian can barely be counted, he has a bad temper but he is not a bad person."

Wen stared deeply at the mirror and said, "When your father comes over, there will be a good show."