Win Wayne

The warm sunshine made me sleepy.

Sitting side by side with Connor, she had a lot to say, but after a laugh, she simply forgot what she wanted to say, and felt that there was nothing to complain about.

Really nothing to complain about.

Wen bumped Connor's lower abdomen with his elbow: "Just talking about my business, what about you? What happened to you?"

"We've only been separated for less than two days," Connor reminded her.

"But I feel like I've been away from you for two lifetimes." Wen sighed melancholy, "Don't you miss me like I miss you?"

Connor rubbed Wen's hair with a smile: "I don't think you are far away from me, baby."

Wen pouted: "You can say it more affectionately, such as 'No matter how far the distance is between us, I can still feel our souls are close together'."

"Understood!" Connor immediately applauded, "Next time you ask me, I will answer like this!"

Wen was so angry that he pushed him again, and this time, Connor fell to the side along with her strength, which surprised Wen. She hugged Connor hard without thinking, and Connor quickly passed Body, hug Wen back.

He hugged very tightly.

Wen was a little bit strangled, but didn't want to struggle at all.

"—if I say I want to take you with me in the future," Connor muttered, "doesn't it sound like a control freak?"

Wen gave an absolutely affirmative answer: "Yes."

"I kind of regret saying that."

"Come on, that's what I love to hear from you," Wen replied, "Of course I wouldn't like it, Connor, never, never."

"You're unhappy at home, but there's nothing I can do to help you. I don't like feeling powerless," Connor said, "and I don't like having you wronged where I can't see it."

In fact, Wen really didn't feel wronged.

It's one thing to be suffocated by embarrassment, and another to be wronged. Bruce and the others did their best to welcome her, which is very clear.

It can only be said that Bruce is indeed inexperienced, and she herself is not much better.

What upsets Wen the most is... She has nothing really upset about it.

Even in that almost flirtatious exchange, it was clear to Win that Bruce was really trying to follow her behavior, to get along with her the way she was.

They were very kind to her, but she always had a gap with them in her heart, she couldn't accept this kindness smoothly and confidently - this was what made Wen most unhappy.

"I don't understand what Bruce is thinking." Wen said softly, "He didn't seem to take my previous roughness to heart at all. I attacked him, but he chose to welcome me with open arms."

"I don't think you attacked him," Connor said. "You'd have to hit him on the head with an iron rod or something at least, and that would count as an attack. I bet if you did get an iron rod and hit him And won't be angry."

Wen began to think seriously about Connor's proposal.

"...Are you really going to do this?"

"I don't know what to do now." Wen thoughtfully played with the ends of his hair, "Maybe this is a good idea."

Connor: "..."

He burst out laughing again, stood up while laughing, Wen only felt something blurred in front of his eyes, and something was stuffed in his hand.

"Here you are," Connor said.

Connor sent Wen back to her room. Wen guessed when Bruce would wake up, and went downstairs after a good night's sleep.

She was still thinking about how to build a good relationship with her family, but when she went downstairs and found the empty living room, she suddenly realized it.

Oh shit!What else do you think about building a good relationship or not?

It's not easy for this group of people to get together and appear together!

No matter how much you want to have a good relationship with the other party, you have to meet someone. Even if you can’t create common memories together, at the very least, you must at least have some communication——Online communication without seeing your face is fine, there must be something interactive.

The current situation is nothing.

A group of superheroes, not counting their secret jobs, still have their identities and jobs on the surface.Whether they take this job seriously is another matter. Whether they are serious or not, they must do it.Since they have to do it, at the very least, they must at least ensure their appearance when necessary.

Calculated in this way, the members of the Wayne family didn't have much private time, even if they have moved all their private time to the new "sister" who joined the family...

I'm afraid there is not much left for her.

Wen felt Wendy's state of mind when she used to stay at home.

It's not that they don't take you seriously, or that they think you're incompetent, it's just that they don't take your reaction into account when necessary.

It's like—just like ordinary people will ask the most trusted person to sign the surgical consent form when performing a life-and-death operation, this group of superheroes will not let anyone other than their companions sign the agreement at all.

If you want to say that they don’t trust you, that’s not necessarily the case, but if you want to say that they trust you... To be honest, they may really be willing to trust you deep down in their hearts, but this kind of thinking is reflected in reality, and finally reflected The situation is just not flattering.

After knowing the truth of the family's "secret", this kind of emotional and rational struggle is still understandable.

However, in the eyes of Wendy, who has been unable to determine what the family "secret" is...

The messy situation in your family is really your own doing, Wen sincerely thought, no one should pretend to be innocent, because no one is really innocent in this matter.

As soon as he recalled how unreasonable the members of Wayne's family were, Wen's previous thought of "making a good relationship with them" faded away.

After all, Wen knew that he was indeed a rather selfish person.

She is completely different from Wendy. Wendy would helplessly say "they are superheroes, what can I do", and when it was put on her, she would furiously say "my own daughter can't manage it well, so what the hell?" World peace"... In short, it means not wanting to think about other people at all, only willing to think about yourself.

Even with a comparison group like Wendy, Wen didn't think he was wrong.

Is it wrong for me to love myself more than other strangers?

How could there be a mistake!

Wendy's biggest problem is that she has to worry about other people's situation even though her heart is already as crisp as potato chips.

She couldn't be selfish, and she couldn't be truly tolerant, so in the end she could only torture herself over and over again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid as hell.

Wen would never be as stupid as Wendy.She knows that she is not a bad person, and she doesn't mind helping others when she is able, but she just can't help others—then she should pay attention to herself, anyway, there is nothing wrong with loving herself the most.

With such a simple concept in mind, even if the huge Wayne house was empty, Wen would not feel annoyed at all.

Alfred delivered the brunch that belonged to her, and Wen ate it alone at the dining table, while the old butler stood not far behind her and waited for her to finish eating. This gesture made Wen uncomfortable.

"Alfred," she whispered, "you can do your own thing without watching me eat."

"Sorry, Miss Wen." The old housekeeper said gently.

"...Have you eaten, Alfred?"

"I have eaten early, Miss Wen."

Wen was even more uncomfortable: "You can call me Wen directly."

Alfred hesitated: "This..."

Well, Wen understands that it is a very excessive thing for the old housekeeper to call her by her first name, although from her point of view, it is really impossible to see what it is - but one thing that is too much is not too much in the final analysis. See if the other party is willing to accept it.

Apparently Alfred was very reluctant to call her by her first name directly.

"Miss Wen is fine too." Wen compromised, "I'm just not used to people calling me that, as if I suddenly became different from the past."

Alfred smiled: "Of course you are different from the past, Miss Wen."

"I know." Wen said resignedly, "but this is—it's a little different from what I imagined."

The old butler said, "What's the difference, Miss Wen?"

"I used to think that this change of identity was just like changing a nice coat, who I was when I was not Wayne, and who I am after Wayne," Wen said. A coat has completely covered me."

The old butler slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Has anyone changed their attitude towards you because of your status change?"

Not at all.

What changed was not other people's attitude towards her, but her understanding of herself.

"I said something stupid." Wen sighed. "No one's attitude towards me has changed... I haven't told anyone about my current situation. But I believe that none of them will change because of my mind. They all Not that kind of person, I just kind of don't know what to do."

"You don't need to do anything, Miss Wen." Alfred said calmly, "No matter what you look like, the master and the young master will accept you."

The words were nice, but they didn't help her at all.

"Thank you, Alfred." Win said with a smile.

She paused for a while, unable to give up the eager thought in her heart, and asked the old butler, "Mr. Wayne, is he still sleeping?"

"Yes, the master hasn't gotten up yet." The old butler said, "Do you need me to wake him up?"

"No, no, no," Wen said quickly, "I—I finished eating and went upstairs first. Tim and Damian went to school?"

"Yes, Miss Wen."

"Where's Dick?"

"Master Richard seems to have an appointment."

Very well, Jason didn't come back, there are only three people in Wayne's main house now, and Alfred is downstairs again, he can commit crimes.

Wen went upstairs satisfied, went back to the room and dug out the steel bar that Connor had found for her, held it with both hands and shook it to get familiar with the feel.

The steel bar was about half a meter long and the thickness of two fingers. It was obviously broken by violence.Connor should have taken her strength into consideration. The weight and size of this thing are quite handy, and it's a good tool for knocking people's heads...cough.

Bruce is Batman, so he can't hit him.

Ke Wen just wanted to try it.

In order to hide the steel bars, she specially changed into a loose nightgown. She hugged her arms all the way, carefully pushed open Bruce's bedroom door, and then closed it quietly. for a moment.

She tiptoed to Bruce's bedside, holding the steel bars with both hands, and raised high——

Bruce pretending to be asleep: "...???"