Win Wayne

Tim realized the seriousness of the problem—Wen's "liked" and his said "liked" could never mean the same thing.

He was very unwilling to imagine what kind of plans Wen made in those few seconds, but at this time the disadvantages of a smart enough brain came to the fore, even if Tim forced himself not to diverge from the details, He still had a good idea of ​​what Wen might do.

... Do you want to take care of it?

Or at least a reminder?

But what position does he want to stand on to manage and remind!Whatever Wen wants to do has nothing to do with him!

The friendship with Connor made Tim hesitate for a moment, and Dick is indeed a gentle and tolerant elder brother most of the time. Seeing that the two of them will be cheated because of Wen, it seems a bit unbearable for him to just look at it like this ...

But Tim recalled the look in Win's eyes before he closed the door.

There seemed to be meteors winding down in her eyes, the beauty hidden in the beauty, like a thorn of fire and an ice cone.

It seemed like the first time—it was the first time—that Tim had realized beyond a shadow of a doubt that Win was a girl, not some gender-neutral little lunatic.

Of course he knew that Wen was a "sister" in the past, but he would define this sister more often on Barbara, and there was no similarity between Wen Wen and Barbara in terms of personality or anything else.

The two don't even look the same: Barbara is a typical red-haired, blue-eyed beauty, and Wen, her appearance is actually quite gloomy. Delicacy on the verge of shattering—but she does laugh a lot, or at least smiles, so that she doesn't show her gloominess.

Tim finally decided to do nothing.

It's not that he has no sense of responsibility or that his partnership with Connor and Dick's brotherhood is not deep enough, but that he clearly recognizes a reality that he simply has no ability to manage.

After all, this kind of thing is not a mission to save people, and there is no need to deal with villains. This matter is strictly an emotional entanglement, and Tim himself has not even had a serious relationship.

He considers himself useless and unhelpful in this regard.

Besides, Wen didn't really do anything, even if he had plans, he would have to wait until Wen really did something, right?

Tim managed to convince himself to stay out of the matter, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was inevitable that he would feel a little bit guilty, but this kind of guilt was completely worthless. The Shura field or something had nothing to do with him, absolutely nothing to do with him .

Wen didn't worry at all about whether Tim could see that she had a bad idea, and whether he would do anything because of her bad idea.

She stroked the wall and walked through the corridor, inexplicably addicted to the smooth and cool touch of the wall.

This addiction came for no reason, but Wen couldn't remember for a while whether she had ever walked slowly stroking the wall like this in the past.Have it?There's none?She doesn't have many specific memories of similar details, and what she has are almost all residual "impressions", like things left after waking up from a dream.

And now she almost mistakenly thought she was dreaming.

But she could tell that it wasn't a dream after all, and she was indeed still awake.But then again, how dare she trust her senses rashly?Her senses could be wrong, maybe she's just deep in some kind of hallucination right now, and she's on drugs after all, so she's not completely out of control.

This should be the truth, Wen thought.

She was immersed in this dream or hallucination, because she didn't completely lose the ability to control herself, she didn't feel flustered much.

Even if she can't control herself, she won't panic. This is Wayne's main house, and the headquarters of the Bat family is hidden somewhere nearby. If something happens to her here, the Bats should go to bed as soon as possible, and what kind of superheroes are they? .

She walked into her room caressing the wall, but what she saw was not her bedroom at all. She saw Wendy's bedroom, and even Wendy.

Wen suddenly realized: what she saw now was what she should have seen in her dream.

This is Wendy's memory and past, perhaps also the memory and past of the person Wendy once called her "friend".

Wen didn't know exactly how much she had intervened in Wendy's various choices in the past, or how much she had intervened in Wendy's various choices, and she had no intention of delving into it, but leaned against the wall with great interest. Looking at Wendy who was massaging her cheeks in front of the dressing table.

It was late at night, Wen had such an intuition.

It was also because Wendy wore a deep red velvet suspender dress, which Wendy usually only wore when she was sleeping.

It must be admitted that the effect of Wendy dressed like this is quite remarkable, especially when her ebony-like straight and dark long hair hangs down on her thin shoulders, and the soft hair tails are scattered around her collarbone, making the The small patch of shadow made it even darker.

This suspender dress was not revealing, and even used a soft round neck instead of a deep V neck. Except for the arms, Wendy only exposed so much skin above her chest.

However, with just such a small piece of skin, she can tease the onlookers to their hearts.

Wen said this not because she was teased as a bystander, but because she could see another person from the corner of the mirror.

—Dick was standing in the doorway.

And Wendy ignored her and continued to massage her cheeks.

Wen could smell the aroma from the tip of his nose. It had a slightly pungent aroma, like citrus or mint... But after being spicy, there was a hint of sweetness, which really fit Wendy's feelings.

Dick didn't take the initiative to speak, and Wendy completely ignored him.

Wen somehow knew—just knew, this state had been going on for several years.

Dick tried again and again to explain to Wendy, to apologize or ask for forgiveness, but Wendy never paid any attention.Even if Bruce was present, Wendy wouldn't give Dick a good look, she completely ignored her elder brother, and Bruce... Well, as expected of Bruce, if Wendy was present, he would try to minimize his communication with Dick.

"You are too good at cold violence." Wen leaned against the wall and said, "No, sister, cold violence is not advisable. Torturing others and yourself like you will not be beneficial!"

Wendy didn't know if she heard it or not.She wiped her cheeks slowly, re-squeezed some lotion into her hands, turned her head sideways facing the mirror, and began to massage her slender neck.

Under the dim light, her skin was wet with lotion, and the wet area was slowly pushed away with her fingers.

The moisturizing and reflective feeling brought by the lotion is not strong, unlike oil, which is so bright under the light that some people may feel numb.This kind of moist feeling is like just after taking a bath, the water vapor on the skin has not been wiped off, just looking at it, one can directly realize the warmth with a little moisture...

Wendy's eyes were narrowed so that she could see clearly what was happening in the mirror with her chin tilted upwards.

Did she use this posture to pay attention to a certain figure in the corner of the mirror through the corner of her eyes?

This point is really imaginative.

So the teased, dreamy man moved slightly.

temperature:"……"

For a moment, she had thousands of words in her mind, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She watched the two of them stalemate, and when Wendy finished massaging, Dick also quietly disappeared from the door, which made Wen feel rather boring: She wanted to see a more exciting situation, this ordinary His cold violence and anger are no longer worth seeing.

Wendy turned off the light.

But instead of going to bed, she sat quietly by the window for a while.She seemed to be waiting, and seemed to be just in a daze. After a few minutes, she stood up quietly, took out a white snow gauze hanging down from the wardrobe, and then pushed open the door, stroking the wall quietly. Go towards the end of the corridor.

She sat on the window sill at the end of the corridor, opened the window, and the breeze blew the coats gently, like white foam on the sea waves.

Kind of familiar, Wen thought, as if she'd done it herself before.

Wendy looked out the window quietly, and after a few seconds or minutes, another door opened, and Wendy also stood up, and slid quietly into the room.

"Wendy?" Someone said in the middle of the night.

But Wendy didn't speak.

Someone grunted, and then there was the sound of something heavy smashing into the soft fabric. Wendy's fingers flashed across the heavy wooden door, and then the door closed, hiding everything that happened behind the door in this silent night.

Wen thought for a long time outside the door, and finally figured out what happened.

…So you and Dick fell in love for a period of pure love when you were young, and after a unilateral and tragic breakup, you were cold and violent with each other, while quietly having sex with each other in the middle of the night.

Damn it, Wendy, it's really you.

Then she heard someone say, "Wen?"

Dick looked at Wen standing at the door in a daze, wondering why she was leaning against the wall in a daze.Is there something to find him?But if you want to find her, you can just knock on the door. Why did Wen just lean against the door and do nothing?

Win found himself standing outside Dick's bedroom.

She also found that she had nothing to say at all.

"Dick," she asked, "may I come in?"

"Of course." Dick replied happily. He retreated to the room to make room for him. Wen walked into the room lightly against his body without waiting for him to move away completely. Such a familiar and neat attitude made Dick stunned.

But Wen didn't go in, but stood at the door of the room, thinking about something to himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Dick said with a smile, "Do you want to discuss with me when to go out? Or is there something else you want to go?"

"I've heard some rumors about you," Wen said.

"What rumor?"

"I heard that you are the kind of person who is easily seduced." Wen replied solemnly, "You know what I mean, a bit like Mr. Wayne."

Dick froze: "..."

"So I suddenly had this idea, if I was found at a very young age and brought home, and you and I, childhood sweethearts, I like you, you like me," Wen said, "do you think we would together?"

Dick still didn't know why, but this question was much easier to answer than the last one.

"I don't know either, it's kind of unimaginable," he said.

"Then try to think about it."

Dick had no choice but to start to think hard. After thinking and thinking, he said with certainty: "Even if we are together, we will definitely break up."

"So you will?"

"So... we might actually be together for a while. Some people might feel that if you're doomed, it's better not to be together, but that's not my style — and if you're going to be with someone else You might as well be with me."

Wen pouted: "Will the fat and water not flow into outsiders' fields?"

"What are you talking about?" Dick corrected earnestly, "because I will definitely protect and respect you especially, you are so much younger than me."

Another Dick is really trying to do the right thing.

Too bad what Wendy craves is for him to make mistakes.