Win Wayne

This sleep was particularly sound and sweet, and the next day, Wen was alive and kicking again.

Neither she nor Bruce mentioned the last words they said.

But I didn't mention it because I didn't take it to heart at all, and Bruce didn't mention it because I didn't know how important it was.

But this is only very important to Wendy, and it's completely harmless to Wendy, so it doesn't matter if you know it or not.

"Didn't you ask me to take you to play?" Dick was very eager, "When?"

"When I'm ready to appear on the bustling street." Wen said perfunctorily.

"So when are you ready to appear on the busy street?" Dick asked.

Wen actually didn't think about it, the whole of Gotham didn't leave any specific impression in her heart at all, she didn't know much about this city, and some of the things she saw with her own eyes after coming here were dispelled She goes to dig into the positivity of Gotham.

What's wrong with seeing more positive and optimistic things in life?

Touching the real darkness and pain is the way of survival of the weak, and it is also the hobby of heroes and philosophers, but Wen Zi thinks that she has nothing to do with these three.

"I don't know," Wen said. "What's Bruce's usual style? Hold a press conference and introduce everyone to his newly claimed illegitimate child?"

She was referring to Damian, of course, but she was also referring to herself.

Sure enough, Dick became pensive, with a hesitant look on his face: "I'm not sure, he's not a fanfare character. Damian held the press conference because he himself strongly demanded this way, and Damian's character is in some convenient ways. Comparison—the ritual is strong. This ritual of returning home seems to be very important to him. As for you..."

"I don't care about the ceremony." Wen said immediately, "It's better to say that I hate this kind of ceremony that emphasizes the importance of certain things."

"You don't think anything is important?" Dick laughed.

"No, quite the opposite," Wen replied. "I think everything is important."

She doesn't pay much attention to food, which doesn't mean that eating is not important; she always plays small time-killing games to pass the time, which doesn't mean that time and life itself are not important.

It's just that her way of dealing with important things is to keep herself as relaxed and comfortable as possible.

This is the exact opposite of someone who carefully selects the cutlery before dining and then adorns the food with what she considers unnecessary.For Wen, the long prelude and external packaging will spoil her mood instead.

Dick obviously didn't quite understand what Wen meant, but he said tolerantly: "Well, if you are ready, remember to tell me a day in advance."

Wen nodded.

But this matter was indeed hanging in Wen's heart. She waited for Bruce to walk out of the room, and immediately followed him, and followed Bruce into the study all the way.

"I saw Alfred bring the dinner plate upstairs," Wen said. "You had brunch in bed?"

"Sometimes," Bruce said.

"I've seen similar situations in British TV dramas, where nobles do things." Wen sighed, and couldn't help being curious, "Then don't you brush your teeth before eating breakfast? I have never seen a specific scene, and the pictures are always direct. Cut to dinner."

Bruce has been able to roughly keep up with Wen's rhythm.

He said: "Wash your mouth before breakfast, brush your teeth after breakfast—what the hell are you trying to do?"

"I'm wondering if I should change the name on my ID," Wen said. "Although WW looks perfect to me, maybe I can change it."

Bruce watched her, as if wondering if what he was going to say next would be acceptable to Wen.

But his thinking expression had already begun to make Wen feel anxious.

She fidgets, and then gives Bruce a sharp push.

Bruce shook and quickly stabilized his figure: "Be patient, Wen."

"I can't be patient with you, you are not the type to give patience. You are suitable for violent storms, fast-paced, the faster the better." Wen urged him, "What do you want to say? Don't think about it, just say it."

"I wonder if there's some sort of metaphor in the name WW," Bruce said.

"Maybe it's because I've always had mixed feelings about Wonder Woman," Wen said.

She thought it was a bad joke, but Bruce's expression seemed to indicate that he took it seriously.

"...I'm joking." Wen could only say, "You need to work on your sense of humor, Mr. Wayne."

"I have no problem with my sense of humor, it's just that your face and tone of joking are very realistic." Bruce said, "I was thinking, maybe you can introduce me to your friends."

"Which friend?"

Bruce said, "Wendy."

Wen could feel Wendy turning slightly in her heart.

Her presence is clear.In the past, Wendy hid deep in her heart, like a secret disease that would suddenly erupt without knowing when, but now, Wendy is more and more like some kind of conditioned reflex, even if there is no outbreak, Wendy can still feel Wendy's presence. Her heart fell asleep.

"What do you want to know?" Wen decided to answer some of Bruce's doubts according to the situation.

"Is she real, or a hallucination?"

Wen heard a contemptuous snort, or a mocking sneer in his heart.

She stares at Bruce for a moment, realizing that she should be angry, but think of the blow she gave Bruce earlier - and pay for that blow.

"She exists. There's no doubt about it," Wen said. "She exists, just like I exist."

"Is there any evidence..."

"I'm not here to convince you that she exists." Wen interrupted Bruce. "It's hard work convincing you, and I never do hard work. And I don't want to argue with you. It doesn't matter if she exists." Need to prove it to you, I don't need to prove her existence to anyone. If she wants to, she will prove it to you herself."

"It sounds like you guys are really good friends."

"Maybe." Wen shrugged, "I don't really like her very much, and she doesn't like me too much."

It was strange that when she made up her mind to separate her emotions from Wendy's, she could really separate them.

Wen never felt that she was a disconnected character, but this level of decisiveness was beyond her expectations.This reminded her of the "friend" that Wendy had described to her before... She wasn't so stupid that she didn't know who that "friend" was, but she just didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

What's more, the stories of Wendy's nostalgia and sadness have no resonance in her opinion, and there is no sense of deja vu that emerges after listening to it.

It's more like an adult listening to another person mention his unimpressed childhood, and it's hard to realize that the person the other person is talking about is himself.

Bruce looked at Wen with astonishment and understanding, and said, "Are you sure she doesn't have any influence on you?"

Wen just wanted to say "I can be sure", but suddenly realized another thing.

Wendy really didn't intentionally influence or interfere with her, at most she made a few sarcasm when she spoke.

But not herself.

"I just found out that she's not trying to influence me, but I've been trying to influence her," Wen said. "Wait, the more I think about it, the more I think about it... I suggested that she choose the shade, it was me Suggesting her to go to the study, I was the one who suggested running away from home..."

And these are just a few important suggestions. More and less important suggestions can only be more, not less.

This Bruce watched Wen's thinking calmly, and kept silent quite rationally.

Wen pulled away from his own thoughts and glanced at Bruce: "Your expression says you already know what's going on."

"It's just speculation with little evidence," Bruce said.

"What is the result of your speculation?"

"Wendy is the leader at the beginning." Bruce said, "You are the 'friend' who came out later."

"You're so smart, you're so smart it's kind of creepy," Wen said.

"You're not the first to say that." Bruce smiled. "So, I guessed right."

"Do you think I'm evil?" Wen asked curiously.

"I do not think so."

"Do you think I'm cruel?"

"A little bit, but mostly childish cruelty, even cute in some people's eyes," Bruce commented. "You're kind of like a guy I know. No, two. No, three."

"These three are your old friends," Wen said.

"..."

Bruce was silent for a while, then smiled again: "I was wrong, you are not like them. Your similarities are superficial, but the core is completely different. You are not keen on creating pain, nor do you have the desire to destroy, but in many cases, your The performance really lacked a little bit of empathy."

"Like what?" Wen asked curiously.

"For example, if you hit someone on the head with a steel bar," Bruce said quietly, "the person's head will hurt."

"You're still holding grudges!" Wen Da was dissatisfied, "Is such a little thing worth remembering for several days?"

"For example," said Bruce, ignoring it, "if you go out there and talk bad about people, people will be bothered by it."

"...That can't be regarded as nonsense." Wen decisively crushed a bit of guilt that was as big as a beetle in his heart, "It's just that I didn't emphasize the point. I didn't emphasize that I wasn't talking about you."

"Like," Bruce continued, "if you were hysterical the first time we met, you should at least seriously apologize afterwards."

"You yourself emphasized that you didn't take it to heart!"

"That's another story. Are you really sorry?"

Wen said, "A little bit. A little bit more than a little bit."

"You lack morals. It's not a big deal, a lot of people have morals, but they're not really going to do anything bad unless they're cornered," Bruce said. "I think you sometimes give people The sense of danger is because your situation is unpredictable. When I really saw you for the first time, you gave people the feeling that you have been cornered. You are always on the edge of the cliff."

"It was an accident," Wen said.

"An accident that could happen again at any time," Bruce said, "if you don't take your medicine."

Wen had to hang his head in front of this powerful fact.

"You still don't really feel guilty about it, do you?" Bruce asked.

Wen said, "Yes."

Bruce clearly showed a headache expression: "You are too difficult to discipline. Fortunately, someone is in charge of you now."

"You mean Connor? He didn't care about me." Wen said, "It's just that if he has any suggestions, I think it's easy to accept."

Bruce shook his head and sighed.

He didn't say anything, but the sigh was too vivid.

Wen felt a little uncomfortable, and she went back to her room.

According to this Bruce's attitude, Wen can imagine the mood of another Bruce: Wendy has an alternario, and he needs evidence; the definite evidence confirms the existence of the alternation, and he seems to be able to bear it; the alternation has significantly affected Wendy. Tee itself, he thought not.

Perhaps the other Bruce did resort to restraining Wyn's growth.

"He never looked at me." Wen murmured, "He also asked Wendy not to..."

Of course Wendy didn't follow suit.

And now, the results are in.

Now it's her who dominates and dominates, with Wendy receding into the background.

"Shit," Wen said, "he's right."

From a father's point of view, she is indeed evil, cruel and dangerous.She's a disease that shouldn't exist, she's a sort of murderer.

Wen beat Wendy hard in his heart, and asked her: What do you think?

—Are you guilty?

Damn, not at all.