Win Wayne

No matter how disturbed Tim was, the time passed steadily. When he blinked, he saw the open car door at the door, and Wendy was sitting inside and waving at him.

"Come on, Tim, don't be dazed." Wen urged him, "You will attract attention if you stand still. I'm not ready to be spotted by reporters."

Tim heard Wen's words as soon as he got in the car.

He froze for a moment: "That's why you didn't let Bruce accompany you?"

Bruce may not necessarily refuse, but the scene at that time is probably going to be quite embarrassing. A while ago, the return of Damian had just ended, and Bruce took a girl who looked very similar to him to go shopping together, and the media would have another carnival of.

"If this makes you feel like you're just a backup," Wen said, "I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention. I just reversed the order and I really wanted you to do something with me."

Tim didn't know how to answer, so he smiled.

"Is going to school fun?"

"It's not a fun thing, but it's necessary. I need to build a social circle in Gotham to prepare for the future." Tim said without thinking, "But these courses are really easier for me , I have started self-studying college courses.”

"You are all so smart." Wen admired, "It sounds like you have a plan for your future."

"It's not really a plan, I just think a little more than most of my peers," Tim said.

He was slightly wary, but he himself didn't know what he was wary of, it was just a subtle intuition that made him hold back when talking to Wen.

"Then have you thought too much about where we are going to play today?" Wen said enthusiastically.

Of course Tim will take this into consideration. Wen’s interests and hobbies are not very clear. She shows in the profile that she is full of curiosity about many things and doesn’t mind experiencing them. There are many things worth experiencing in Gotham. But Tim still chose a place that is relatively less error-prone.

"Playground?" Tim asked cautiously.

Wen's smile faded.

Tim immediately noticed the change in expression. He couldn't figure out why the option of amusement park could cause Wen's reaction. Normally speaking, amusement park should be the least error-prone answer, even if Wen didn't like it. With her personality, she should be the first to say that she doesn't want to go...

"Or the Gotham Museum." If you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, Tim immediately changed his words, "The museum is also very good, and the indoor air should be more comfortable for you."

"It doesn't matter, I just went out after taking medicine." Wen waved his hand, "Actually, I really want to go to an amusement park, I haven't been to an amusement park yet..."

"You haven't been there?"

"No."

"So what are you doing with Connor?" Tim knew he shouldn't ask, but he asked curiously anyway.

"How about this." Wen adjusted his sitting posture and leaned closer to Tim, "Tell me what you usually do when you're dating."

"...When I go on a date," most of them are doing some small private activities with Chaoying, a girl of the same age, during the interval of tasks. This can't be said, and ordinary girls, "Usually go to the library to study something Yes, or leave in the middle of the party and go for a walk in the garden with each other alone."

"do you drink?"

"A little bit," Tim said. "We're not supposed to drink, and I'm not that interested in alcohol, but a lot of the time when people get together they want to do something rebellious, so once in a while we'll sneak a little."

"When I'm on a date," Wen thought for a while, "eating together, playing games together, shopping together...that's all, nothing special. The important thing in a date is rarely what you do, but who you do it with. When Connor and I are together, we often do nothing, sit together and watch the aurora or the rising sun, and when we regain our senses, the day will pass like this."

Tim tried to smile: "..."

Why did he have to listen to Wen again after listening to Connor's foolish words.

Although Wen's words sounded much easier to accept than Connor's.

"Aside from museums, do you have any recommendations?" Wen asked again.

"Zoos, botanical gardens, theaters, places other than these are easy for reporters to pay attention to you." Tim was also a little helpless, "Sorry, we don't have too many options."

"You can go to a more remote place."

"It could be dangerous."

Wen said lightly: "Isn't it you and Alfred? And Batman, he will never sit back and watch danger happen."

She seemed to say this casually, and Tim couldn't help but observe her expression, but found nothing.

"In that case," Tim thought for a moment, "we could go to the orphanage."

Wen didn't expect Tim to bring up this option. The previous amusement park or museum were considered stable choices, and the orphanage seemed particularly out of place in this comparison.

"What are you doing in the orphanage?" she asked blankly.

"The orphanages are always understaffed. Our school will organize fundraising and volunteer activities." Tim explained, "On the one hand, it will increase the exposure of these orphanages and attract donations. On the other hand, it can also play a supervisory role... …You know, this is Gotham, and places like nursing homes or orphanages can easily breed evil.”

Wen didn't rule out going to the orphanage to volunteer occasionally, but she didn't know what volunteering was for.

Of course Tim could see the reason for her hesitation. He said, "Don't worry, we won't do important things for us. After we go, we just need to help take care of the baby, or play with the young children. It’s enough to give the staff time to do their jobs.”

"That's no problem." Wen agreed.

Alfred should have been listening to their conversation. After the two made a decision, he turned a corner at the intersection.

The further the car drove, the more remote the location became. Wen curiously looked at the outside environment through the window.

What kind of place is this?ghetto?She has never seen such a simple house, and such an indifferent crowd. Dirty homeless people are sleeping on both sides of the street. Less than one meter away from where they lie down is the drain and some strange puddles of dirt. Wen frowned and looked away, feeling his stomach churning.

"Wen?" Tim asked worriedly. "Are you motion sick?"

"It's just a little disgusting." Wen's face turned pale. "It's unlikely that your school will organize students to come to this kind of place to do volunteer work."

“The school volunteering is another orphanage,” Tim said. “An orphanage that doesn’t need people to volunteer at all. People who really need help often don’t get help, and that’s the reality.”

Wen could also understand what was going on.She nodded and stopped talking.

"We're here, Master Timothy, Miss Wen. Be careful of the water on the road," Alfred said. "Do you need me to clean it up for you, Miss Wen? This is not a place for a lady, Master Timothy. "

He doesn't seem to agree with Tim's idea, but still faithfully implements it.

“I hope it’s not as bad inside the gate as it is outside,” Wen said. “It’s a good thing I’m wearing sneakers today and no dress. I almost wore a dress with heels, Tim.”

"Don't worry, the inside is much cleaner than the outside, and if you're dressed like that," Tim jokes, "I wouldn't suggest coming here."

Wen covered his nose and carefully tiptoed through the standing water.The edges of the shoes were still stained, and she thought about throwing them away when she got home—she refused to think about what was in the stagnant water.

This orphanage looks old and old, but it is still a long way from being broken.

As Tim said, after walking for a short distance, the closer the road is to the gate, the cleaner and fresher it will be.

The orphanage looked very tidy. As for the sewage outside the door, since the surrounding environment was so bad, it would still get dirty quickly after being cleaned up. It's better to focus on improving the internal sanitation.

Wen heard a burst of lively laughter, and a group of children, the oldest five or six years old, and the youngest who couldn't even walk steadily, were playing around in the yard.

The entertainment facilities on the lawn are half-new, and the inside of the orphanage also looks quite new, the gaps in the tiles are very white, compared with the outside, it is heaven and earth.

"It's been refurbished inside," Tim whispered. "Leave it alone outside. It's not good for these children to be too conspicuous."

A strong middle-aged woman came over, her skin was a natural brown, she saw Tim and Alfred first, the smile on her face couldn't stop: "Tim, Alfred , you are here to help again. This is it?"

Her eyes were on Wen's body, and it was pleasant that she didn't look at Wen's face too much.

Wen introduced himself: "I'm Tim's older sister. I just returned to Gotham and wanted Tim to bring me to Gotham, so he brought me here."

"This is not a place suitable for outsiders to visit, Miss Wayne." The middle-aged woman showed a bright and somewhat ugly smile, "Call me Jenny."

The strange thing is that her smile is a bit ugly, but it is not unsightly, and even a little cute.

"Just call me Wen," said Wen. "No—not Miss Wayne just yet."

Jenny didn't ask anything, she said, "My husband is out shopping for groceries, I'm still reconciling bills and checking adoption applicants, and Tim will tell you what you can do."

She nodded and hurried back to the building.

Wen stared blankly at her twisting back: "..."

"Why are you still staring at her?" Tim asked strangely.

Wen hesitated, moved closer to Tim, and whispered to him, "Honestly, there are already a lot of overweight people on the street, but I still... I've never seen such a big, twistable ass."

Tim: "..."

His expression was very stiff, and he coughed after a few seconds, and reluctantly said: "It's, it's okay, don't pay attention to these. The children are looking at you."

Wen still hesitated a little.

"What's wrong?" Tim asked helplessly.

"They don't look like," Wen said gently, "it doesn't seem like they have the habit of taking a bath every day."

This is the truth. These little devils are covered with mud and grass, and some of them still have snot. They are a little fussy or have a bad temper. Wen Zi thinks he is the type with high endurance. Look at Damian. With a temper that hates dogs, she can't live in harmony with the other party.

Dirty is really unbearable.

"They bathe every day. There are not enough people in the orphanage. Most of our donations are used to improve food and facilities. It is also very difficult to find people who are willing to work in this kind of place. If it is not easy, it may attract wolves into the house. ,” Tim said, “they’re only given a good bath before they’re opened up for adoption, and usually the older kids wash themselves and then the younger ones.”

Wen got it.

For children, it is inevitable that they will not be clean when taking a bath by themselves, but if they wash every day, it is no problem to maintain basic personal hygiene.

"Okay, so what are we going to play?" Wen followed Tim over there, and Alfred followed them not too far away, Wen said in surprise, "Alfred is coming too?"

"I will be responsible for watching you, Miss Wen." Alfred said, "My old bones can't stand so many children."

"They can play with anything, they are not picky," Tim said calmly, "I usually read them story books, teach them simple letters and simple arithmetic, and sometimes push the swing."

Wen wanted to wrap his arms around it, but held back.

"I found out that I'm really not a good person who is full of love. I got goosebumps," she murmured, "I didn't expect you to ask me to come and play with a group of little kids..."

Tim laughed, he was amused by Wen's appearance: "If you really don't want to do this, I can ask Alfred to send you back."

"Forget it," Wen said, "I've been mentally prepared since the moment I got out of the car."

She slowly relaxed her body, and the bright smiles of the children, I have to say, even if they play dirty, they only look dirty, except for a few children who walk badly and often fall, the rest Those are just messy, not dirty.

"There is no dust here." Wen said in surprise, "This grass is made of plastic? Such realistic grass is very expensive."

"Money is spent on this," Tim said, clearing his throat and calling out to the kids, "Hey! Look who's coming!"

His voice caused the children to turn their heads, and then accompanied by screams, the group of little devils ran over with their arms open, kicking and kicking.

"Tim!"

"I miss you Timmy so much!"

"Stories! Stories! New stories!"

"Tim hugs!"

Wen looked at the crowd of little bean dings rolling in, took a step back in shock, and held back forcibly and did not continue to retreat. Instead, he stood by the side and looked at the children who were swarming towards Tim with a smile on his face. Pushing it left and right, touching their heads one by one.

It was a scene that was truly tender...but also horrific.

She knew she couldn't be happy today.

When Bruce saw Wen coming home, he was so shocked that he could hardly speak: "...Wen? You—what's wrong?"

Wen gave Bruce a weak look.

"She went with me today to the orphanage I often go to, and we took care of those orphans together." Tim walked up behind Wen, and compared with Wen's tiredness, he looked refreshed, "Those The kids loved her, and I think the pretty new face was a huge stimulus to them, and they hung around Wen all afternoon."

Bruce looked at Wen: "I remember you weren't wearing this when you went out. You weren't wearing a dress before, and this dress was too—"

It's too wide, and it looks like it's more than enough to hold five clothes. This isn't a skirt, it's just a cloth pocket with two sleeves.

Although Wen tied a belt around his waist to tighten it, even this belt was just a strip of cloth that was simply cut out.

Wen said: "First I accompanied the little ones on the slide, and they all fought for the position, so I had to carry one of them onto the slide, but every kid next made a fuss for me to carry it up, and refused to do so." Climb the ladder yourself. They've each done at least five rounds—it's just a slide!"

"What's so fun about slides!" Wen roared angrily, "Slides aren't fun at all!"

"Nonsense, you carried the children up to play." Tim leaned against the sofa, laughing and said, "And in the end, it was you who hugged them and let them sit in your arms and ride the slide together."

"Because they are all robbing." Wen said loudly, "No matter how childish the game is, it will become more fun if someone robs it!"

Tim smiled and spread his hands: "You make sense."

"Don't you also play puzzles with the little ghosts? They are doing well. You insist on helping, and you make the little ghosts cry. Who wants help with puzzles? Why don't you help them eat?" Wen snorted, "and You want to ride the slide too, you're just too fat to ride, don't think I can't see."

"I'm not fat, I'm just not as thin as you."

"You have a big ass," Wen said.

"I didn't—" Tim was furious, and he turned to Bruce, who was sitting next to him watching the show, "Do you know why she changed clothes? Because she—"

"Tim!" Wen yelled.

She couldn't stop Tim's next words: "—was pissed on by the kid, and even the hair was wet."

Wen's face turned blue: "I hate little devil heads. Damian is cuter than those little devil heads, at least Damian won't pee on my hair."

"Strictly speaking it wasn't peeing in the hair," Tim added, "she had someone sit on his shoulders, and the guy wanted to pee and didn't want to get off, and ended up peeing, trying to use his hands while peeing. I blocked it, but it got on my hands, and I cried and grabbed Wen's hair with my hands."

Bruce tried not to laugh.

"Laugh." Wen said expressionlessly.

Bruce laughs loudly, he looks so happy, he laughs like a child.

"I took a bath in the orphanage, and Jenny lent me a new skirt she bought that was too small." Wen continued, she tugged at the hem of the skirt, "Actually, she wanted to give me a set of underwear, But considering the difference between her body shape and my body shape—it’s better to tidy up the skirt, hold it with a small clip, and put it on a belt, at least it won’t fall off.”

Bruce covered the smile on his lips with his fingers. He coughed and said, "Why didn't you change into better clothes? Call someone to deliver it, and it will take a few minutes."

Alfred, who had been silently following behind him, interjected slowly, "I asked Miss Wen if I could prepare new clothes for her, but Miss Wen refused."

"Of course I want to refuse." Wen sneered, "I have suffered such a big loss, how could I just leave in such a disgruntled manner? I changed Jenny's skirt and told her that my clothes were already dirty anyway , why don't we help give these brats a bath."

"We bathed everyone," Tim laughs, "Wen for the girls, me and Alfred for the boys, but the little boy who pissed on Wen was back to Wen, and she almost washed him off Skin."

"Don't make it look like I'm deliberately revenge." Wen snorted, "I don't know why the little devil just hates taking a bath, I just wash him, especially when I'm serious."

"Good day." Tim shrugged. "I think so."

"I don't want to experience it again." Wen Shen said, "As for the beauty, I have reservations."

"Even if it's not good, at least you have to admit it's kind of fun."

Wen paused and admitted, "It was really fun."

"So there's really no next time? Are you sure? Jenny really likes you. She praised you several times when you were taking a shower and changing clothes, saying that it's rare to see such a beautiful and good-tempered girl." .”

"I have a bad temper." Wen said angrily, "Let's talk about it, I'm going to take a bath again. Fortunately, I cut my hair short, otherwise this matter would never end..."

She mumbled upstairs, her back brisk, Tim and Bruce watched her leave the room, and looked away at the same time.

"Conor didn't lie to me," Tim said to Bruce. "She's the sweetest kind of girl."