Win Wayne

Dick watched Wen's expression curiously, trying to understand the special meaning of Wen's silence at the moment.

She had been home for a number of days, but technically Dick and Wen hadn't been together very long.He knew that Wen spent most of his time in his bedroom, and that half of the rest of the time was given to Bruce, and the rest of the time, Wen seemed more willing to talk to Tim.

This depressed Dick for a long time, and he couldn't understand how his charm had been reduced to the level that even Tim couldn't match.

Oh, no offense, just to be honest, compared to Tim who is still in the age range between children and teenagers, he is obviously more attractive to girls when he is already an adult.

So when Wen asked these questions curiously, Dick was only briefly taken aback by Wen's candor.

Wen broke the silence: "You might as well say it's because 'the fat and water don't flow to outsiders'."

"what?"

Wen sighed in frustration, looking at Dick's expression of not knowing why, a thought full of mischief suddenly popped up.

She waved at Dick: "You lower your head?"

Dick lowered his head, put his ear to Wen's mouth, and asked her in a low voice, "What?"

"It's actually like this," Wen said to Dick, "I'm asking you these questions because we were really together in the parallel world."

That's not actually her, but Wendy... But from a certain point of view, Wendy is also her, alas, the relationship between her and Wendy is really complicated, Wendy doesn't even bother to separate himself from Wendy now , Just make a living like this, there is no difference.

Being open-minded has always been her strength.

"What?!" Dick's voice was as loud as thunder, and his expression looked as if he had just been struck by lightning, "You you you...what did you say???"

"What surprised you?" Wen guessed, "I came from a parallel world, or did we live together, or did I just tell you about it?"

Dick gaped: "...I'm surprised by everything!"

"Now you know, don't take it to heart." Wen patted Dick's arm reassuringly. She originally wanted to pat Dick on the shoulder, but given her height, it would obviously be nondescript to pat Dick's shoulder. "I'm just a little curious, That's why I asked you some questions..."

"You should ask someone from another world instead of me!"

"I'm not curious enough to ask myself, I'm just a little curious. Anyway, you are basically the same person, I just need to know a little from you," Wen shrugged, "Before the human experiments were done on mice. Do experiments on your body, you are the guinea pig that you can use to survive."

Dick was even more confused: "What—"

"Why are you so surprised? Is this so difficult to accept?" Wen looked at Dick inexplicably, "I thought playboys like you were more... easy to accept this kind of thing?"

Dick was still struggling: "That's different, no, Wen, you give me some time to calm down first."

"I didn't decide whether to tell you at first, but after thinking about it for a while, I felt that I would appear guilty if I didn't tell you." Wen said calmly, "So let me tell you first."

If she didn't say anything, she had to hold this matter in her heart, and she said it, anyway, Wen himself didn't think he was the party involved in that relationship, so he didn't have any psychological pressure to say it, and he successfully passed the burden to others, why? Think about how cost-effective.

Dick suddenly looked up: "You didn't tell Bruce about this, did you?"

"No," replied Bachelor Wen, "I'll only tell you one person, whether you tell others or not depends on yourself."

Looking at Dick's shocked face, she finally felt a little unhappy: "Is this so difficult to accept?"

Dick looked dazed: "It's not a question of whether it's difficult to accept..."

"what is that?"

Dick didn't speak, he wondered if he would be able to say the next thing.

Bruce had already informed that Wen was from a parallel world, and he was the first to know the fact.Compared to Tim and Damian's astonishment, Dick's first thought was another question.

Are you that disappointed in your own world?

Disappointed enough to leave in such a decisive way?

It is not simply some contradiction, some pain, or some memory that is left behind.

Abandoned is the whole world.

Dick opened his mouth with difficulty: "Why..."

Wen interrupted him: "You know you're the same person, but you're not really the same person, are you, Dick?"

"Yes, but..."

"Well," Wen said after thinking for a moment, "Part of the reason for the breakup was Bruce's interference, but the main reason was that you often sneaked around and didn't know what to do, and you were very busy, and you were busy at the same time. Tell me what the hell you're up to."

Dick finally found a chance to interject, and he said, "I didn't mean to ask why you guys broke up. I just wanted to ask, don't you miss your world?"

Everyone asks similar questions, Wen thought.

"I don't remember what happened in that world at all," she said, "If I don't know, how can I miss it?"

Dick wanted to say something, but Wen stopped him shaking his head.

"Don't complicate simple things." Wen said again, "You see, you have already exhausted your energy by caring about your own world. Why care about other worlds?"

"And I'm not a child anymore." She smiled slightly, and this smile revealed the indifference and elegance she rarely showed, "It really is the same person in a parallel world, sometimes you give me exactly the same feeling , responsible and protective towards me. That's exactly what I hate."

She no longer looked at Dick's expression, turned her head and left.

Dick stood at the door in surprise, confusion, and frustration, and he sighed heavily after a while.

"I know you're listening," he listlessly raised his wrist and tapped the electronic watch a few times, "No matter what mood you are in now, I want to declare that it is a matter of a parallel world and has nothing to do with me—— Let's talk about it, I'm not in the mood right now."

Win woke up as soon as he left Dick's room.

Damn, she couldn't believe it, was she really the one who spoke in front of Dick just now?

In fact, it was indeed her, and if it wasn't her, it couldn't be someone else.At this time, her first suspect should have been Wendy, but based on Wendy's understanding of Wendy, she was [-]% confident that she could guess what Wendy would do.

Wendy wouldn't say those words.

Wendy would just push Dick onto... maybe the bed, maybe something else.

——Stop slandering me.

Wendy, you actually spoke!What are you slandering, isn't this what you would do, and you have done it more than once.

—Dick and I were single at the time.

That's right, you're a bit weird and particular about this.

Wen suddenly thought of another thing, and she became nervous: Then Connor and I...

—I don't care, and I don't understand.You can tell what happened to me because I don't think that part needs to be hidden from you.You're welcome by the way, I know you can learn a lot.

Wen thought about it for a long time but didn't think of how to answer this sentence. When she was about to think about it, Wendy sank quietly again.

"Hey! Wendy!" Wen shouted.

——Say something quickly.

"That's it?" Wen asked, "You really don't care about anything?"

She didn't do much after she came to this family, but she did a lot.Wendy may be watching the development of everything silently, or she may be completely unwilling to pay attention. Wendy thinks the former is more likely, but Wendy's performance seems to be the latter.

Wendy remained silent, as if she was paying careful attention to Wen, and seemed to be thinking about how to answer Wen's question.

She smiled slightly.

—Everyone thinks they know what I'm thinking and needing, but only you really know and are really trying to help me make it happen.

Wen felt a little embarrassed, thinking that you don't have to praise me so much...

— But the last thing I want to be is myself.

temperature:"……"

Damn, why are you so difficult to serve!

If Wendy was in front of her, Wendy could still slam the door in anger, but Wendy couldn't survive, then Wendy didn't know what to do.

She sulked angrily for a while, fed the fish in the room, and finally felt better.

She called Connor.

"Do you know what Jason is doing now?" Wen asked.

"Hide bats, fight bats, hide from Nightwing, fight Nightwing, hide from Damian, fight Damian. By the way, I also copied a few gangsters to expand my sphere of influence," Connor replied, "He Life is not so rich."

Wen couldn't help sighing: "It sounds like he's having a good time outside alone."

"Of course, he is used to being wild, and you are used to domestication," Connor whistled, "He can take care of himself by himself, unlike you."

Wen pondered for a while, no matter what he thought, he felt that something was wrong: "...What kind of wild domestic pet! Don't say that, it's like keeping a pet!"

"Okay, okay." Connor agreed bluntly, but he still defended in a low voice, "I think it's cute to say that."

"Oh." Wen said listlessly.

Connor is such a considerate boyfriend. Of course, he would not ignore Wen's bad mood, and immediately sent Wen a gentle greeting from a distant place: "Is it too long since I haven't seen me, and I'm embarrassed to behave like that?" It's too clingy, so you're holding yourself back in a bad mood?"

"...Narcissist." Wen endured and forbeared, but was still amused, "Everything I feel has to do with you? I like you so much?"

"You may not feel it yourself, but I feel it very clearly," Connor said. "You will never love another person the way you love me!"

"You can do it."

"But although you already love me very much, it's still not as much as I love you." Connor said happily, "Okay, it's meaningless to compare this. Why did you remember to ask Jason? The benefactor lives in the house?"

"I just want to care about his safety, and you think that I don't want to live here anymore." Wen said, "But wait a minute—don't talk to yourself, it's meaningless to compare this?"

"If you're unhappy because you lost, then it's okay if you win." Connor was flexible.

Wen emphasized with an accent: "It shouldn't be compared!"

"Are you saying that intangible and intangible things cannot be quantified?" Connor said seriously, "but I always feel that emotions can be quantified. I will become stronger, and one day maybe I can pull the planet away like Superman own orbit...but even then, I don't think I could ever lift up the emotion I feel when I think about you."

Wen listened quietly, and asked calmly: "Where are you?"

"Right here." Someone behind him said.

Wen rushed forward calmly.