Win Wayne

Waking up in the morning, Wen was still wearing the same dress from yesterday, smiling all the way through the corridor.

Just as Tim opened the door, he saw the sweet smile on Wen's face at a glance.

Tim: "..."

He was so sweet by Wen's smile that his teeth were sour, and the root of his tongue began to feel greasy.

This strange feeling made him unable to help recalling what Connor had said. The ominous premonition grew stronger as Wen approached, especially Wen was wearing a skirt which was rare today, and the hem of the skirt was as light as she touched the ground. The steps float and fall...

Now Tim isn't just gritty, he's getting hair on his back.

"Woke up so early today?" On the contrary, Wen took a curious look at Tim who was still in his pajamas, and immediately understood, "Oh, I haven't slept yet."

She really is different today, and it doesn't take much observation to recognize that.Her smile is bigger than ever, her movements are more outrageous than ever, but the most important thing is her eyes.

Her eyes are more affectionate.

Tim and Wen just looked at each other for a moment, then looked away as if he was burned, but Wen's eyes were still looking at him, as if he was interested in his pajamas.

It's just an ordinary pajamas, long-sleeved trousers, nothing out of the ordinary, but Wen just looked at it for a while, and Tim let her look at him stiffly, and said without words: "You are in a good mood today."

"Is there?" Wen laughed so hard that he couldn't stand still, "Is it so obvious?"

More than obvious.

This is so obvious that only pretending to be blind can turn a blind eye.

The coffee consumed last night was taking its last breath, and Tim was a little sleepy, but Wen seems to be having a good time talking now, and they did have a pretty good day yesterday... as much as Tim can imagine, lately It's like getting along with relatives.

What?Ask Bruce and Dick them?

Of course they are also relatives, but their relationship is indeed very special.

After all, when you live in a family with no "normal people", and the members of the family have a lot of conflicts and are very capable of fighting, but none of them know how to communicate with each other, and all of them are used to violent law enforcement—— You can't expect them to communicate that all-important way without a fierce fight.

The soft, happy and normal temperature is especially precious in this family.

"Last night..." Tim said, "did you hang out?"

Wen shook his head: "No, I was so tired yesterday, I fell asleep not long after taking a bath."

"Then you must have slept well."

Wen blinked his eyes and showed a hazy smile: "I didn't sleep well."

Tim felt the itching on the soles of his feet even more, and couldn't wait to end the conversation.He hesitated for a few seconds, before he could come up with an excuse to say anything, he saw Wen yawned and walked past his door lightly.

"By the way," Wen stopped suddenly, she turned her head and asked Tim, "Do you want me to bring you something to eat? You must have enough coffee in your room. If you want something to eat, I'll make you an omelette by the way." .”

Tim said quickly, "No, no."

"Okay." Wen shrugged.went downstairs.

As a rule, Bruce would not get up at this time. He also woke up at lunch time at the earliest. It is said that only the meetings that are so important that President Wayne must be present can make him get up a few hours earlier. Gotta come back to catch up on sleep.

This style of behavior really makes people don't know what to say, it really is day and night.

When I first got up, my mind was still clear. After washing up, I was delayed in front of Tim's door for a while, and when I got to the restaurant again, the drowsiness couldn't stop coming up.

My head is groggy.

Wen yawned again. There was no one around here, so she didn't bother to raise her hand to block the movement.Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes after she finished yawning, which made Wen sober up a bit, and also remembered what she was doing down here.

...What did she come down for?

Wen racked his brains to think, but the more he thought about it, the heavier his body became.She sat on a chair not far from her side, propped her chin and continued to think, but her head also became heavier.

Gradually, she lay prone on the table, and just fell asleep with her arm on her head.

It was Dick who woke her up.

"Wen? Wen? Wake up, don't sleep here." Dick's voice was soft and soft. It really woke her up, but it sounded more like coaxing her to sleep, "Wen?"

"...I fell asleep?" Wen sat up staggeringly, trying to raise his hand, but found that his arm was numb from the pressure.She slowly massaged her numb arm with the other hand, finally regained consciousness, and remembered what she wanted to do when she went downstairs.

She was very thirsty.

There was tea in the room, but she soaked in the bath for too long last night, and was haunted by nightmares at night, got up while half awake and half asleep, and drank her stomach, and was awakened by thirst in the early hours of the morning.

Her voice was a little hoarse, so she asked Dick in a low voice, "... can I have some water?"

Dick immediately agreed, and turned around to pour a glass of water for Wen.

Wen glanced at it, shook his head and said, "No pure water, but tea. No black tea."

Dick immediately went back to make scented tea for her. Worried that the water was too hot to drink directly, he added some cold water before giving it to her.

Wen took it, raised his neck and gulped it down, the dry feeling finally relieved a lot.

She breathed a sigh of relief before remembering to say, "Thanks, Dick."

"You're welcome." Dick looked at Wen carefully.

He also sensed Wen's abnormality. There were two touches of red on her cheeks. This red was not bright, but Wen's skin was always pale, which made this color particularly obvious.

And not only her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were also moist and reddish. She squinted halfway when looking at people, and the corners of her eyes that were neutralized by the rounded eyes were suddenly magnified infinitely, making the eyes she cast His eyes seemed provocative.

Dick stared intently at Wen, and Wen looked up at him for some unknown reason. After staring at each other for a few seconds, Dick suddenly leaned over and covered Wen's forehead with his palm.

Why are his hands cold, Wen thought.

"You have a fever," said Dick.

This immediately became a major event in the family. Alfred, who was cleaning the courtyard, immediately rushed back to the room, took out the medicine cabinet to take his temperature, and at the same time notified the family doctor.

Bruce, who was still sleeping, was woken up and came over with Tim. The four of them surrounded Wen and looked at the numbers displayed on the thermometer together.

"Low fever. It's not a big problem." Bruce said calmly, "Don't tell the family doctor to come, Alfred knows what medicine to give her. Dick, go make some hot tea for Wen."

He met Shang Wen's misty eyes and softened his voice: "...it's okay, Wen, take a good rest in your room today."

"I have a fever?" Wen belatedly began to feel shocked, "Why do I have a fever?"

"Maybe I caught a cold yesterday." Bruce said calmly, "Go back to your room."

Wen stood up slowly, and said, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Alfred will deliver breakfast and medicine," Bruce replied. "Let's go."

Wen went back to the room in a daze, and was urged by Bruce to lie back on the bed. After three minutes of restlessness, he began to struggle uneasily: "I want to change my clothes."

Bruce left the room and asked her to change, and when Wen had agreed, he walked in again, stared at Wen and asked her to put the phone aside.

She ate her breakfast again, took her medicine, rinsed her mouth uncomfortably, and pulled the blanket around her neck.

"Aren't you leaving?" she asked Bruce.

But Bruce misunderstood what she meant, thinking Wen wanted him to stay by the bed until she fell asleep.

He said, "I'm not going."

temperature:"……"

I just have a low-grade fever and am not paralyzed, so why stare at me so closely.

And if Bruce stayed here, she wouldn't dare to secretly play with her mobile phone under the quilt.Bruce didn't explicitly say that she was not allowed to play with her mobile phone, but as long as the other party put on a half-smile expression and glanced at her, Wen knew what Bruce meant.

Sleep and sleep.Didn't really sleep well last night.

Wen wasn't a kid anymore, and Bruce didn't sit by the window all the time.He watered the plants on the balcony, and then went into the room to feed the small fish after watering.Wen quietly huddled under the quilt and watched, thinking that when she was bored, she also fed these knuckle-long fish. Alfred should have fed them too, and now Bruce is feeding... Let the fish die.

You don’t have to worry about watering, you can tell at a glance whether the soil is wet or not. With Bruce’s observation skills, you don’t have to worry about him watering too much.

But it seems that if she doesn't sleep well, Bruce won't leave easily.

It's really too much, Wen thought with a little disgust.

She lay dizzy, and felt sleepy when she opened her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep when she closed them.The inexplicable irritability made Wen very uneasy, but looking at Bruce's figure, she regained her composure.

Strange to say, Bruce is really a person who can give people a sense of security, maybe because she knows the secret identity of the other party, Batman, can you give people a sense of security?

...But it doesn't seem to be entirely because Bruce is Batman.

Wen stared at Bruce in a daze, half awake and half asleep, staring, Bruce half turned around as if he had eyes behind his back, and met her eyes exactly.

temperature:"……"

She closed her eyes like lightning, and after doing this, she realized that she didn't need to feel guilty at all—yes, why was she guilty?What is there to be guilty of?

A shadow blocked the light in front of him.

Bruce came over.Is this person a cat? He doesn't make any noise when he walks.

Wen slowly opened his eyes a crack and looked out through the lashes.

Bruce was bending over, gently tucking the quilt for her, obviously his eyes didn't meet her at all, but Wen somehow felt that Bruce was staring at him intently.

"Can't sleep?" Bruce asked softly.

Wen said sullenly, "Yes."

"Is your head still not feeling well?" Bruce asked again, he touched Wen's head, and gently brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, "You just have a low fever, Wen, sleep well, and you will recover tomorrow .”

Wen said, "Yeah."

Bruce watched her silently.

He was always so calm, and his calm appearance was also full of strength, but this sense of calm and strength made Wen feel bored, even though she didn't even know exactly where the boredom came from.

In fact, the boredom flares up the first time she actually sees Bruce, and occasionally Wen feels like she's a ghostwriter writing a memoir, merely recounting the client's statements over and over again.

Nothing new had ever happened to her.

This entire memoir was written by her, but it has nothing to do with her at all.

Her name is hidden behind the works, and will not be known or mentioned.

This memoir never contains any of her thoughts and opinions, but she is a relayer after all, so every word of this entire book is filled with her ideas.

This feeling of "everything is about me, but I never existed" has not been felt in a long time.

It always exploded in front of Bruce, leaving Wen wondering how to react when he was with Bruce.

"You can tell me what's bothering you, Win," Bruce said, his voice soft. "You've been nervous since day one here."

Wen replied, "I've been less nervous for a long time."

But there was one thing on her mind, and Bruce could see it.

He waited patiently, Wen had already closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, Wen suddenly said, "I haven't been to an amusement park yet."

Instead of asking Wyn why he hadn't been, Bruce asked, "Do you want to go?"

To be honest, I don't want to.

Wen has always been wary of places that are noisy and full of children.

"I think I should go," Wen said, "but I don't really want to go myself."

Bruce didn't ask why Wen thought she should go.

He said calmly: "If you want to go, go—if you don't want to go, then don't go."

A smile finally appeared on Wen's face, and she said to Bruce, "Actually, I decided not to go."

But some things still have to be said to have a result.

The playground is Wendy's regret, and this regret cannot be made up by anyone.

Although Wen could feel uncontrollably, any regrets that belonged to Wendy were actually her own regrets, and any happiness that belonged to her was actually Wendy's happiness.

Even now she thinks so, and she still thinks so in the future, but Wen is also very clear: it's time to separate these.