Win Wayne

Wen didn't take Damian's attitude very seriously.

No matter what kind of life the stinky brother lived before returning home, now that he is back, becoming Damian Wayne, and becoming a part of the Bat-family, it depends on Bruce's concept.

And if Bruce's idea is followed, it's absolutely impossible for Damian to cause any disturbance.

As for Damian's past... Looking at his appearance of yelling and screaming and killing at every turn, with profit first, Wen can guess that it is definitely not a good place.

If it's not a good place, you don't need to understand it.

Presumably no one would expect any sincere family relationship between Damian and Wen, even if they wanted to, Wen didn't plan to have a good relationship with Damian.

Reluctantly maintaining the plastic sibling relationship is the best she can do.

She still remembers the way the stinky brother looked at her when they met for the first time.

Dick, who was reminded by Tim to find something for Damian, rushed into Wen's room in a hurry: "Stop it, Damian!"

He reaped a mildly empty room sitting at the end of the bed.

Dick's expression blanked.

what happened?What about the Damians?

Of course Dick wouldn't suspect that Tim was lying, and although Tim wasn't exactly a docile little brother, Tim wasn't going to joke around in such a life-and-death matter.Dick preferred to think that Wen had done something to make Damian obediently leave her room.

But what exactly did she do to achieve such stunning results?

"Damian is gone," Wen said.

She wondered if you guys lined up to break into the room, everyone entered the room without knocking, Damian didn't say anything, he couldn't expect him to have any respect for her sister, Dick actually did this too .

But his mood is not incomprehensible, he is afraid that Damian's fierceness will hurt her.

"He, he just left?" Dick stuttered in surprise, "Then...did he say anything nasty just now?"

"You should ask him what he said that wasn't a bad thing."

Dick was dumbfounded.

"But I'm not angry, don't worry." Wen flicked the short hair that fell to her eyebrows, thinking about whether to ask Bruce to give her a shorter hair, or just cut it a little shorter, "Connor morning Just reminded me not to argue with Damian."

The corners of Dick's brows moved because of the name: "...Connor, your boyfriend, I remember him, he was the one who sent you here that day."

He acted like it was the first time he'd seen Connor the day Win came back.

Dressed up quite a bit.

Damn, what's going on?The Wayne family's acting skills are all enrolled in the same class, and the same boss's course?

"You all don't ask about him at all." Wen said with a smile, "I'm a little worried because you don't like him very much."

Dick: "..."

What did I do wrong to have to face this kind of problem? !

But Wen stared at him expectantly, obviously wanting to hear a definite answer from him.

Dick had no choice but to show a stiff smile: "There is no such thing, Wen, there will never be such a thing. The main reason we don't mention him is that we don't know him very well. We don't know much about this Connor...he Is his personality good, what kind of person he is, his emotional style, and how you usually get along with each other."

Wen took it for granted, "I know these things just by looking at them."

"Of course we trust your judgment." Dick quickly answered.

No matter how pretentious it is, it has to be said that Dick's appearance fits Wen's aesthetic perfectly.

His black hair was upturned irregularly, his blue eyes were always shining with pleasure, and his white teeth showed when he smiled, but even when he laughed like this, the muscles on his cheeks did not show terrible twists and turns. out of shape.

Unlike some people, when they are still, their faces and facial features are exquisite, but once they make some expressions, it is as if a big truck is running over their faces, and even those who see it can feel it personally that pain.

Wen didn't hate Dick in the first place, and now Dick made it clear that he was coaxing her and following her, even though this kind of coaxing was more or less disapproving and condescending, Wen could laugh at it Of.

"Sit." Wen pointed to the chair by the table, "The atmosphere is too cold to stand and talk."

"Thank you." Dick sat down quickly, and brought up the topic that made him rush here again, "Just now Damian..."

"He broke in and said a lot, I can't remember the words clearly."

Damian just left, how could he forget what he said so quickly.

Dick thought that Wen was saying that to show his attitude of letting things go, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was only halfway relieved when he heard Wen say, "He basically expanded on what he said to me when I came back the first day. Once, and then emphasized several times."

Dick: "..."

He rubbed his forehead with a wry smile, and said in a helpless tone, "That's just how he is, Wen, there's something wrong with Damian's personality..."

Wen waited for a while, but did not wait for the next word.

"I thought you were going to say 'he didn't mean any harm'?" she said.

God knows how much Dick wished he could say that!

But the crux of the matter is that Damian is malicious, but this kind of maliciousness is not malicious at all from Damian's own point of view.

"All I can say is that he doesn't think he's mean. In his mind, that's how things are." Dick shook his head. "Frankly, it took me a while to accept him, but Dami Ann also has many advantages, he—”

Wyn didn't mind hearing Dick apologize in Damian's place, though she didn't think an apology would serve any purpose.

But she didn't mind hearing Dick trying to prove that Damian was a decent brother to look forward to.

"That's none of my business," Wen interrupted Dick. "I don't care who he is. Damian and I just don't interfere with each other."

Dick paused for a moment, without trying to persuade Wen: "...Okay."

"The new haircut is beautiful. Did Alfred cut it for you?" he asked. "It's surprising that he looks more like he would like your old look."

"Mr. Wayne cut it for me," Wen said.

Dick smiled: "It seems that something happened between you that I don't know about."

Wen thought about what she had done when everyone was away.

...she decided to just keep smiling.

Dick reluctantly chatted with Wen a lot, asking her how she was at Wayne's main house, and it seemed that he was very much looking forward to Wen saying something like "I think it feels good to be back", It's a pity that Wen can't say something like "this is indeed my home".

She could only ignore Dick's ardent expectations and said, "The weather in Gotham is much better than I expected."

"What do you think the weather is like in Gotham?"

"Heavy rain." Wen blurted out, "It's a big rainstorm... It rains almost every day."

"God! Where did this impression come from? I knew it was not a good thing to let the media talk nonsense." Dick muttered, and cleared his throat under Wen's gaze, "The weather in Gotham isn't that bad, at least It’s a bit like a colder London. It’s true that it’s often cloudy and you can’t see the sun, and it’s true that it’s foggy and cold at night. As for the heavy rain... Gotham doesn’t have many rainy days. You’ll know if you live longer gone."

But Wen didn't need to know more about Gotham's weather.

At dinner, Wen's new hairstyle finally attracted widespread attention. Of course, Dick, who had seen him for a long time, praised him repeatedly, and Bruce also smiled approvingly.

There were only two people who actually saw Wen like this for the first time, Tim and Alfred.

Tim couldn't even keep his indifferent expression, and glanced up and down at her in astonishment. Alfred's expression and movements remained unchanged, but if you look closely, it's easy to find that his eyes are a little weak.

"I know this change is a bit too big. After all, it was so long before." Wenby stroked his waist, and then gestured at the position above his eyebrows, "It's so long now. It needs to change a little to clearly distinguish the two styles. "

"In any case, what you like is the most important thing." Bruce said.

Damian turned his head away and breathed out through his nose. When Wen saw it, he immediately lowered his head, probably because he was afraid that Wen would do something with the souvenirs in his hand.

This matter is a bit special, and it is only normal for him to be willing to restrain his emotions.

Not everyone can remain calm at such times: I heard that my half-sister slept with my mother.

Strictly speaking, it was "suspected" to have fallen asleep. After all, Wen didn't say anything at all. However, the young Damian obviously knew exactly what his mother was like. Wen just gave a slight hint, and he made up his own brain. all.

As for whether the woman Wendy slept with was Damian's mother?

It seems that even Wendy herself is not very clear about it, she just thinks the possibility is very high, and judging from Damian's reaction, that woman seems to be able to do this kind of... to run close to the daughter that her ex gave birth to by another woman , and when the ex-daughter misunderstood the reason for being approached, she fell asleep by mistake...that kind of thing.

Wen Fa thought from the bottom of his heart that no matter which world Bruce was in, he had a bad eye for women.

The new look brought a lot of conversation material. After dinner, everyone got together to chat, and Wen curiously asked everyone about her first impression.

Dick was the first to speak: "Sister! I'm going to have a sister!"

Tim thought for a while before saying, "It's quiet, seems like a smart guy, and might be easy to get along with."

The atmosphere was convivial and the day would have ended perfectly if Damian hadn't been stern and silent.

Maybe his cold face and silence is the perfect ending.

Everyone ignored Damian tacitly, but Wen looked at him a few more times, wondering why Damian didn't go upstairs directly, but stayed to participate in this kind of communication that he was obviously not interested in.

Damian seemed about to stare at her, but held back.

It's a pity that Wen is not a person who can stop when enough is enough. The more Damian swallows his anger, the more Wen wants to challenge his endurance.

"What about you, Damian?" Wen leaned closer to Damian under everyone's nervous gaze, "What do you think?"

Damian looked up at her and clicked his tongue in annoyance at Wen's excited gaze.

"I never do, and never will," he said, "never, ever, ever like my sister."