Win Wayne

Now the fool is replaced by Bruce.

The moment Win pushed open the door he woke up, of course, how could Batman not notice when someone entered his room?

Even when he was seriously injured and unconscious, the enemy rarely took advantage of him. What's more, he was in good condition recently. After Dick came back, he consciously helped him undertake a lot of night patrols, and Bruce even had a daily life. Regular sleep life.

Bruce was at his best, lying in bed pretending to be asleep, but that didn't help his situation.

Wen's hand was raised higher and higher, and Bruce was still thinking about what made Wen make such an unexpected move.

Although from the first meeting between him and Wen, Wen has been using his own performance to wash away his impressions and evaluations based on the video, he can sneak into his father's room like this and raise a weapon against his "sleeping" father ——Still much more than Bruce imagined.

Wen's hand had already stopped in mid-air, and was about to start falling.

And he had to deal with it.He wants to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

Wen adjusted his direction, pointing the rebar's foothold at Bruce's head.

She did this because she was so excited that her fingers trembled slightly.

The excitement was less about actually attacking Bruce and more about the fact that she was sneaking around doing something bad.

And a small part of it is because she feels so confident that she has found the best opening - you see, Dick and Bruce fight, Jason and Bruce fight, Tim doesn't seem to have it but she doesn't know Tim's situation So skipping over Tim, Damian also sparred with Bruce.

All the children raised by Bruce fought with the old father.

This system has been formed, and it was formed before you came, you can ridicule and ridicule it without understanding, but if you want to fit in, you'd better obey.

In fact, you can also choose to find a way to break it, but Wen really can't resist the temptation to hit Bruce's head with a steel bar.

She can freely admit that she is not a good person, and if a bad system is good for her, she is happy to let the system continue to be bad.

Well, the landing point is perfectly aimed, and the height of her raised hands is just right.

According to this point, if hit, Bruce may have a mild concussion, the reaction is generally a loss of consciousness for a few seconds to a few minutes, followed by dizziness, nausea and possible traumatic headaches, healthy Chaoying must also have amazing resistance. This kind of minor injury can recover on its own with a little practice. It is not a minor injury. Compared with Bruce, the consequences of a real fight with Bruce are more unpredictable...

Because she definitely can't beat it.

Going overboard again with guns or bombs.

Most importantly, Wen was also curious about whether he could hit it.

She knew Bruce was awake.

Bruce is still pretending to be asleep, he looks peaceful and completely relaxed, his eyebrows and jaw are stretched meekly.He does have a pretty face, and when he's asleep it's a completely different beauty than when he's awake. Speaking of which, these famous superheroes seem to have pretty faces...

Wen swung down the rebar.

Bruce came up with ten solutions in just a few seconds, and rejected them all one by one: it might reveal his identity, it might cause Wen to have doubts, and it might cause the relationship between them to decline. freezing point, maybe...

With the howling of the wind, Bruce quickly judged the location of the weapon and the possible injuries with his rich experience.

He ultimately chose to do nothing.

A muffled sound.

hit.

Hit! ! !

...hit? ? ?

Wen withdrew his hands in surprise, watched Bruce get up from the bed covering his head, his eyes locked on her direction dimly, he looked at her drooping hands and the steel bars in them, and looked into her eyes again.

Dull pain and dizziness hit at the same time, and there was a buzzing in his ears.Bruce complied with the dizziness without too much resistance. His vision had a brief trance, but it was easily overcome. He supported the head of the bed and sat firmly. Make more moves.

"...Wen?" Bruce murmured.

He does a great job of portraying a man who is suddenly attacked without knowing it.

"It's me," Wen said.

She looked at Bruce with a puzzled expression, then handed him the steel bar in her hand, and invited him kindly: "Do you want to come too?"

Bruce: "..."

He really didn't understand Wen's brain circuit.

Instead of touching the steel bar in Wen's hand, he asked slowly, "You...why did you do this?"

Wen said, "If you give me a moment too, I won't have to answer this question."

"Let me straighten out your logic. You came over and slapped me while I was asleep," Bruce said, "and didn't intend to give me any reason."

Wen was still looking at Bruce with strange eyes: "Because there is no reason."

"People don't do things like this without a reason."

"That's the people, not me," Wen said. "I often do things for no reason."

She looked around, knelt down and put the steel bars on the ground, sat down on the edge of the bed again, and touched the place where Bruce was hit on the head.

Bruce doesn't duck, and doesn't look any more defensive because she just gave him a stick.

"Does it hurt?" Wen asked curiously.

Bruce looks at her like an idiot.

"Does it hurt?" Wen insisted.

"It hurts a little." Bruce had to reply, his voice still a little weak, "but it's not serious."

Wen invited him for the second time: "Do you want to come too?"

"...No!" Bruce couldn't laugh or cry, "No, Wen, I just want to know why."

"I just told you there was no reason."

"Then why do you want me to give you one too?"

Wen looked at him even more strangely: "Because I just gave you a shot."

"You could—you couldn't, Win." Bruce sighed. "You understand? You couldn't."

The wound on the back of the head began to heat up and hurt, Bruce sat on the bedside, Wen sat on the bedside and looked at him, turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm-toned light shone on her face, allowing Bruce to see more clearly. Observe her expression.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and she didn't seem to be very satisfied with the consequences of this surprise attack.

She didn't look like she wanted him to get hurt, but she didn't really think it was a big deal that he got hurt.

Bruce couldn't figure out the reason for what happened today, the whole thing was outrageous, and as a father who was hit on the head by his daughter, he had to talk to his daughter about what was going on.

... Raising a daughter is very difficult.

Bruce's heart was tired.

"We can't just eat at the dinner table, or you do your work while I read a book," Wen said.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that," Bruce said.

His initial idea was like this. Wen lived in Wayne's main house for a while to get acquainted with them and the family, and then she should be clamoring to leave. Dick would definitely find a way to keep his long-awaited sister, and he You can play a smooth game in the middle and make Wen promise to come back after a while.

When they come for the second time, they can add some interesting activities. Dick is too willing to play with his sister. Don’t worry about his progress. You can start with Tim, who has a vague attitude, and let him get along with Wen more. If the plan It's all right, this time before Wen leaves, he should relatively happily set a time for his third visit...

In this way, step by step, they can build a good relationship step by step.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, something went wrong on Wen's side.

Bruce's head hurt even more.

"What's your dissatisfaction here?" he asked.

"No dissatisfaction," Wen said. "In other words, nothing dissatisfied."

"What are you going to do?" Bruce asked patiently.

"I don't know." Wen said, "I told you I don't know."

Bruce: "..."

He changed the way of asking: "Then why are you dissatisfied with me? I know you've said it before, but I guess you were in a bad mood at the time, so you didn't take what you said seriously."

"Don't take it seriously," Wen said nonchalantly. "It's not that often. I'm usually not that mean. Sometimes I magnify my emotions towards certain people. Most of what I said at the time was not my long-term state of mind." —It exploded in an instant.”

"so you……"

"Actually, I quite like you. Your family. Except Damian." Wen shrugged, "Although it sounds fake."

"I do," Bruce said.

He breathed a sigh of relief and almost felt a little warm. Although it was weird, the conversation at this moment actually stepped into a rhythm he was familiar with. He had drawn a certain boundary for Wen in his heart before—a certain condition with vague but clear existence. The boundary gradually became thinner, and he was looking at Wen with a new perspective and perspective, thinking about Wen's motivations for a series of actions.

If he understands.

"I'm fine with where it is now, before you did something like this," Bruce said, "now you're confusing me."

"I'm telling you I'm not happy with the situation.

"Generally we don't use such drastic means to explain this kind of thing."

"I don't think so." Wen said calmly, "You understand now because of my drastic methods."

Bruce: "...well, Wen, I see."

"Plus I really don't like flirting with you," Wen said bluntly. "It's so fucking weird."

"...be careful with your words."

"I've been beaten, so pay attention to what you say."

Bruce smiled wryly: "...don't do that again."

"It depends on the situation. I don't think we can just maintain a stalemate like this, which means we haven't done anything." Wen said clearly, "I have already come here, which means that I don't intend to do nothing."

"What do you want to do?"

Wen looked at him with wide eyes, and said confidently, "I don't know!"

Bruce: "...any ideas?"

Wen looked at him, and then she bent down and picked up the rebar lying on the ground and handed it to Bruce: "Do you want to come?"

"No." Bruce refused, "I wouldn't do that to you."

Wen leaned forward and kissed Bruce on the cheek.

"I hope this will make you feel better." Wen said, "Although I think the high probability is useless. Are you really not using it? I actually want to try it, so that I can find a point to attack you when we quarrel in the future gone."

"...I really don't think it's a good idea."

For the first time, though, Bruce felt he kind of understood what Wen was trying to convey.