Win Wayne

Connor got up from the bed, hugged his clothes and put them on.

Win muttered something in a daze, rolled over, rubbed his eyes, and then stared half-closed at Connor, who was bending over to pull on his pants.

"Leaving?" She said, because she was still sleepy, and her voice was sweet like honey, "Why did you leave so early, it feels like having an affair."

"If I don't leave, your dad will hate me." Connor knelt down to tie his shoelaces, "I'm dancing on his bottom line now, you know, I sacrificed so much to come to see you! Even Tim Blame me for not telling him about you... Can you blame me? People in your family are unreasonable!"

Wen buried half of his face in the pillow and sneered, "He will hate you even if you leave now."

Connor had just got up, and his face collapsed when he heard Wen say this: "Isn't it okay to let me have unreal but beautiful imaginations?"

"He holds grudges as long as he can, and he can't really do anything." Wen said lazily, "Otherwise you might as well stay here today, and come downstairs for dinner with me when Bruce wakes up."

Connor was quiet for maybe half a minute.

"Wen." He spoke in a gentle tone, "Do you think I treat you well?"

"Okay," Wen said immediately, "I'm here when you're called, and I'm obedient, and I can tell jokes and catch up, that's great!"

"Since I'm really good," Connor asked heavily, "why did you harm me?"

"It's not so serious." Wen didn't take it seriously, "Although Bruce has many problems, he won't target you."

"He won't target me, but he will stare at me sullenly—it's scary!" Connor lay down on the bed aggrievedly, "He's very scary! Don't you think?"

Wen really didn't think so.

Bruce has a lot of problems with her. Although she has never experienced those unspeakable things, her impressions and feelings have always been there, so when she really came to Bruce for the first time, she just felt...

bother.

What kind of pain, despair, anger, all of them were not the emotions that surfaced at the first time, the only thing that occupied her heart was annoyance.

All she wanted was to disappear from Bruce's sight immediately, and she was more than willing to pay any price for it.In fact, this has little to do with Bruce. What is forcing her is not Bruce, but her own emotions.

This kind of thought was so urgent that it made her control all over the place collapse.

Win never found Bruce intimidating.

On the contrary, she often feels that Bruce has an inexplicable feeling of anger, that is, the kind of movie that always frowns bitterly and bitterly, kills parents, loves, children, and friends as soon as he comes out. Ways to avoid tragic roles.

...that sounds like Bruce.

... Damn Bruce is so miserable!

Wen said to Connor seriously: "He is not scary, you should treat him better."

Connor:?

He blinked and said, "If you want to be nice to him, you should be nice to him, right? What does it matter to me?"

"That's right, then I don't want to be too angry with him." Wen said, throwing off the quilt, jumping out of bed barefoot, gave Connor a kiss, and then pushed him to the window, "Go, go. "

"Then I'm leaving." Connor didn't care about Wen's inconsistency, rather he was used to this kind of Wen, "Remember to call me anytime!"

Wen lay prone on the windowsill and waved at him, and Connor somersaulted in mid-air before disappearing into the pale gray clouds.

Wen went downstairs to have breakfast when he was completely out of sight.

Both Tim and Damian were at the dinner table. Wen glanced at his phone and realized that the two of them had classes today—Win expected that Tim would take the class seriously. good student.

Unlike Dick, to be honest, although Dick's grades are quite good, but just looking at his appearance, Dick is more like the kind of band, sports, and cheerleader in school. .

As for Damian, this stinky brother seems to be the kind of principal who is called to the principal's office every day to receive criticism and education, and finally beats him up in a rage, making Bruce have to come forward to solve the problem. bad boy.

Wen knew that Damian had to go to class every day.

But she hadn't seen Brother Smelly from this angle, and it was the first time she found out that Damian had to sit on a booster seat in front of the dining table. Stepping on a small stool...

The character of the smelly brother is a real dog.

Smelly brother's appearance is also really cute.

As long as Damian doesn't speak or look up at people, Wen can appreciate Damian with the mentality of appreciating a movie.

She stopped at the dining table, and Tim felt someone coming, raised his head, and put down the spoon in his hand: "Wen?"

"Good morning Tim," Wen said. "Did Dick go out last night?"

"…No, he's been in the room," Tim said slowly. "I haven't spoken to him, but I've seen him a few times—he seems to have taken a major hit."

Wen said, "Oh."

She sat down as if nothing had happened, and the elusive old butler immediately brought her a luxurious breakfast. Wen thanked her in a low voice, and got a slight nod from the old butler and "you're welcome".

Tim also started drinking soup again, acting like he didn't know anything.

Wen thinks that Tim is really holding back. Sure enough, no matter how obedient and obedient the Bat family is, they are actually rebellious. The only difference is that some people are clearly arrogant and domineering, such as Damian, Some people do little things in secret, or see through everything but say nothing, like Tim.

Since Damian was once attacked by Wen with words, he has never raised his head in front of her again. He occasionally met his eyes, and he was able to maintain a friendly surface with a smile on his face.

The breakfast was uneventful and there was nothing to talk about.

Wen finally made a decision.

It's been so long since I came to Gotham, it's time to go out and see this legendary city.In order not to attract attention, she made up her mind to go out alone—but for safety, she sent a text message to Connor and told Connor to pay attention to her situation at all times.

Even if you really encounter the usual Gotham dilemmas such as big bangs, bank robbery, hostage-taking, etc., even if the Bat Family is busy searching for bombs, rescuing hostages, and arresting villains all over the city, isn’t there still Connor?

Wen Zuo thought about it, although it was clear that her behavior was very deadly, but Connor's existence could already filter out 90.00% of the danger for her.

The remaining one percent can be ignored: if you really want to care about so much, you might as well not go out for the rest of your life.

There were masks and sunglasses in her room, but Wen only took the sunglasses, not the mask.

In Gotham, wearing sunglasses is an eye-catching thing, because sunglasses are the standard equipment of gangsters. As for how such a tradition was formed, Wen thinks that this group of people probably lost their minds after watching film and television works.

But it is also very simple to break the game, just choose a pair of beautiful sunglasses.

Wen studied in front of the sunglasses cabinet for a while, chose two metal-rimmed sunglasses with round and small lenses, and then found a sports suit in the closet with his eyes closed.

After she was fully dressed, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself.

temperature:"……"

She couldn't see that there was anything wrong with it, or if there were any details that weren't perfect.Her brows are thicker because she no longer uses an eyebrow trimmer or tweezers to make them thinner.

Wen was relieved not to have to do these troublesome things. To be honest, her eyebrows were as rigid and powerful as Bruce when they were not trimmed, and it was troublesome and painful to pull them out with small tweezers...

When she had long hair before, she was able to insist on trimming her eyebrows entirely because of Wendy's encouragement.

Damn it, Wendy doesn't even want to take the initiative in her body, but puts her appearance above her life. Wendy really doesn't understand what a person like Wendy is thinking.

It would be fine for Wendy if she only had face, but she is not just face. After this guy comes to the parallel world, he can make a lot of money by himself. If Wendy chooses between high IQ and beauty, she will definitely Choose without hesitation—well, she doesn't really care.

Both were good things, neither was worse or better in her mind, but neither was she particularly wanted.

She never wanted anything in particular.

"Okay, it's time to go." Wen shook her head, using this movement to get rid of those thoughts, and also made her short hair much more tidy. She looked at herself in the mirror and said to herself, "It seems that I still can something is missing..."

She looked at the girl in the mirror for a while, then stood up straight with her legs crossed, raised her chin again, and gently pressed her shoulders back.

Now the person in the mirror has become pleasing to the eye.

Wen nodded with satisfaction, turned and walked out of the bedroom.Her footsteps were very brisk, and Wen didn't see the person standing behind the door with his back against the wall expressionless until he turned and closed the door.

"Damian?" Wen said in surprise. "You didn't go to class?"

"I've been thinking about what you said." Damian raised his head like a aggressive goose, "I don't believe you really have evidence."

"So you just don't believe that I have evidence, but believe that this kind of thing is really possible?" Wen stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Tsk tsk, come on," Damian turned his head disdainfully, "We all know that my mother is not a good woman."

"Do you want to know if I really have evidence?" Wen folded his hands on his chest, "I don't believe that you are the one who will come to ask obediently. You didn't find the evidence that I have evidence--I will give you a little Suggestion, Damian, why not call your mother, express her condolences to her health, and then gently and casually hint that you think she needs to be more rigorous in her choice of companions?"

Damian looked at Wen with wide eyes, and said after a while, "I decided to have a truce with you. You are a despicable opponent that I can't beat. From this level, you also have undoubted strength."

Wen raised his eyebrows: "I don't like what you said, but on the other hand, I have to admit that when you say words like 'despicable' and 'undoubtedly' in your little milky voice—it's just too cute."

Damian snorted and warned, "If you do keep some 'souvenirs' of yours and my mother's, hide them. I don't want to see something unsightly in the lowly tabloids."

He turned his head and left, while Wen stared at Damian's back, and suddenly wondered how Damian in the parallel world was doing now.

Another world, Gotham.

Damian slowly walked into the hazy gray fog.