Win Wayne

Damian thought that this strange world would cause a lot of inconvenience to his daily life.

He closed the curtains, took 5 minutes to calm down, and spent another 5 minutes to prepare himself mentally, making up his mind that no matter what weird and weird scenes he saw next, he would not show his face.

At the same time, he was a little distracted thinking about how Wendy handled these things.

He didn't think about it for too long, because in the scenes he could remember with Wendy, Wendy's performance was beyond doubt.

She seldom showed hallucinations and controlled appearance. In Damian's impression, Wendy was never really frightened, only very few times, when she murmured to herself, Only by smiling into the air, or showing a big change in personality, can Damian realize that Wendy's condition is not mild.

However, after making good mental preparations, Damian realized that he had done nothing: the scene in his eyes was the same as in the past.

"Damian?" Dick looked at him strangely. "What's wrong with you?"

"Shut up, Grayson," Damian said wearily, "Don't make a fuss, everything's fine."

Dick shrugged and accepted his explanation.

Like never before, Damian is aware of Wendy's pain.

He's been having a rough day, indeed, Gotham is completely normal in his visual range, no weird rain of blood and giant butterflies, but he can't get rid of what he saw before , Even if he can't see those things now, Damian can't stop himself from thinking.

And the thought process that uses logic and reasoning, that uses the intellect to run -- it's the hardest to explain those sights.

A few days later, even Bruce began to persuade Damian to take a good rest.

"Damian," Bruce said, "I know the atmosphere at home is unbearable for you, and if you really don't want to know what we're doing—"

Tsk, Damian thought sarcastically, you guys are making some crazy progress, you're just trying to use your logic to analyze those super-logical things, this kind of effort that goes in the wrong direction and uses the wrong energy is doomed. No results.

Those scenes had completely disappeared from his eyes, leaving no trace left. Damian was thankful for this at first, but within a few days, his thoughts took a 180-degree turn.

Damian begins to feel a new kind of pain: the pain of knowing there's a weird other side to the world, but not being able to see it for himself.

Maybe this is the reason why he doesn't think about eating and drinking these days.

"I'm fine, Father." Damian said weakly, "I have no problem with your actions."

Bruce looked at Damian with a thoughtful expression."I know you've always wanted to be part of our operation, and I assume you still do," he said.

Damian curled his lips and replied disdainfully, "I have my own plans."

What a joke, if you really obey your father's command and follow their clues, you will only get farther and farther away from the truth!

Bruce nodded without expression, and stopped persuading him, but Damian became even more awkward about it.

During this period of time, how tense the atmosphere at home was and how bad Bruce's mental state was, Damian was the one who saw it most clearly—he would rather he didn't see it clearly.

But he was alone at home.

Dick is looking for Wendy and taking care of his little league, Jason is looking for Wendy and fighting the rest of the Bat-Family, Tim is looking for problems and taking care of his little league, only Damian, banned by Bruce with Robin After being out for activities, except for attending classes, completing homework and daily exercise, there is almost nothing to do.

This experience was very strange and new to Damian.

The sense of time and urgency trained in the life of the League of Assassins gradually disintegrated, and Damian gradually discovered that training and missions do not need to be the center of his life, and he can completely focus on those things that have nothing to do with him in the past. On the little things that matter...

There are not many small things in Wayne's main house that he can care about. He is very familiar with the internal and external details of the castle, so in the end, Damian was shocked to find that he could only spend too much time on being gentle and warm. pedicle related matters.

Everything related to Wendy is the only thing in Wayne's main house that he doesn't know enough about.

So now, that's the biggest cause of Damian's fidgeting.After a lot of struggle, he finally convinced himself through gritted teeth, "It's nothing", and walked into Wendy's room with a bit of reluctance.

"Damn." Damian cursed as soon as he entered the door.

He smelled a clear light fragrance.

Unmistakably, this is Wendy's favorite perfume. Accompanied by this fragrance, are all the memories that he has deliberately forgotten to the corner: Wendy is a lady but hides a malicious smile, Wendy is gentle but never The gentle touch, the voice of Wendy reading a fairy tale coldly, the burning kiss that Wendy landed on his cheek...

His memory is so excellent that he hardly forgets any details.

When everyone frowned in displeasure because of his bad attitude towards Wendy, when everyone secretly advised him to be more friendly to Wendy, when everyone was implicitly dissatisfied with his reaction , very occasionally, Damian would also feel slightly confused.

never.

Wendy has always been the one who decides her own attitude towards others.

never.

Only she has the power to choose.

He just chose the same attitude to fight back, and even seldom uttered evil words or used force in a real sense. He has achieved the greatest degree of tolerance and regression.

——Father, did they really not see it through, or pretended not to see it through?

Damian's complexion became a little ugly due to the memory, he walked into the room and sat down in front of the dressing table.He knew that this was where Wendy stayed most often. When he passed by the door of Wendy's room, seven or eight out of ten times, Wendy would sit in front of the dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror without moving. s face.

Below the vanity mirror, between the frame and the mirror, are a few photos pinned.It was Wendy's face, but the smile was extraordinarily wanton and brilliant, that kind of carefree smile did not belong to Wendy at all.

"You are nothing like her." Damian said to the person in the photo, "Wendy is like a rock, forever silent, never responding. Her smiling face is like a mask, she is lifeless, letting herself fall And she has no fighting spirit. She's smart but also mean, and she doesn't have any likable qualities other than her beauty."

The girl in the photo smiled brightly at him, without any pain or haze in her smile.

"...she hated me from the first moment she set eyes on me," Damian said.

It doesn't mean that you will be resentful or suffering, or painful, or puzzled, or sad.

Damian doesn't care what the weak think about him. He thought so when he walked into Wayne's main house on the first day, and he still thinks so now.

Wendy was definitely weak by his definition, so her attitude didn't matter.

But he is not without emotion.

She is a weak person, but they have an inseparable relationship in terms of blood relationship. Although blood relationship is not always worthy of attention to him, maybe, at least before he really saw Wendy, he had a faint curiosity in his heart. ... a doomed curiosity.

"I'm sorry." Damian said to the person in the photo who is Wendy and not Wendy, "but I don't have a hobby of having a hot face and a cold ass."

He stood up from the dressing table and left Wendy's room without looking back.

Night falls.

Damian opened the curtains and carefully looked at Gotham outside the window.He didn't see any vision beyond common sense, just like the blood rain and butterflies he saw after waking up that day were just illusions.

It couldn't be a hallucination, because the silver dinner plate he got from "the thing" was sitting on his table.

After experimenting, Damian discovered a surprising fact: no one but him could see the silver plate and its contents.

Well, maybe that's not a huge surprise.

Anyway, no matter what unimaginable things happen to "that thing", it is not surprising.

The food on the plate - if those brightly colored fungi were food - hadn't been touched, and Damian felt it was unlikely that anyone would dare to put them in their mouths just because of the horrible appearance. , presumably even people with intellectual disabilities are less likely to put them in their mouths.

But now, Damian has to consider a reality, that is, after losing his "talent", he doesn't know where to visit "that thing".

...Suddenly, he seemed to understand the bad taste of "that thing".

Damian stared out of the window for a long while before reluctantly turning his gaze back to the silver dinner plate on the table.The fungus-like thing on the dinner plate has been cut into slices, and the bright colors are slightly reduced.

But not withered or faded.

To be honest, what makes Damian the creepiest is not the appearance that resembles a poisonous mushroom, but the exuberant vitality.When I first got it in my hand, the surface of this thing was secreting weird mucus, and today, a few days later, the layer of mucus also revealed its true appearance.

They are not slime, but young, semifluid shoots, like a layer of flying flocs covering the surface of the sheet fungus.

This is nothing, but if you look closely, you can find that these flocculent things are wriggling and entangled in a disorderly manner, and even kill and swallow each other with the surrounding flocs. Compared with plants, this It's more like some kind of... hyperactive, living animal.

Damian stared at them for a long time, and worked up the courage to twist one and hold it in front of his eyes.

Even his long-tested nerves couldn't bear what he saw, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

Damian sighed in frustration, threw the mushrooms or pieces of meat back on the dinner plate, and seriously thought about the possibility of searching the entire Gotham for "that thing"...

What the hell is he kidding himself about? "That thing" can't be found by ordinary means at all, no matter how clever the means are, it's useless - this is obviously something that can be understood at the first sight of the other party.

Damian twisted another piece and put it in his mouth.

This stuff didn't taste disgusting and weird as he imagined, but fluffy and slightly sweet. Damian could clearly feel the tender buds on the surface of this stuff melting on the tip of his tongue. Frankly speaking, the taste was a bit like Cotton candy, and the sweetness is very pure.

He swallowed the sweet water on the tip of his tongue expressionlessly, and looked out of the window again.

In the rain of blood, the huge butterfly still stayed on the high place quietly, but this time, Damian's state of mind was completely different from last time.He noticed that despite the huge size of this huge butterfly, it didn't look bulky and clumsy. Her lines were slender and smooth, and her swollen lower abdomen carried a maternal softness.

The completely broken lower abdomen was almost emptied of internal organs, and the translucent insect shell was covered with young butterflies inside and out.

Those young butterflies seemed to have had enough to eat and drink, and their volume swelled countless times compared to before. The glittering powder falling from the butterfly wings mixed with the blood rain, forming a gloomy and dazzling picture.

Damian turned and jumped out of the window, walking towards the place where the butterflies gathered.

The mud formed by gold dust and blood rain was suspended in the air, and he frowned and covered his mouth and nose, but the sticky feeling was lingering, and the closer he was to the place where the butterflies were, the more hindered his movements would be.

The fog is getting thicker.

"Please come in." The thing said softly, "You came earlier than I thought."

"How can we get Wendy back?" Damian asked bluntly.