Win Wayne

Damian asked, "What is this?"

"Butterfly." Wen stared at the direction the butterfly was flying away, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

In fact, she couldn't say how beautiful the butterflies were, but she just thought they were beautiful from the bottom of her heart.It was more of a hunch than a visual delight.

It's hard to explain to Damian though.He had to be serious and work hard to see these butterflies, and Wen didn't think Damian could feel more.

"That's not a butterfly, don't try to lie to me." Although he said that he was lying, Damian's tone was not very cold, "I know every known butterfly, and I am very sure that it just flew from your palm. The walking thing wasn't any of those things. What the hell was it? A machine? A magical creation?"

The aggressive hostility suddenly faded from him.A child's expression bloomed on his face, although it was very shallow, but this was indeed the first time that Damian did not show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction and patience when talking to her.

Wen was neither surprised nor delighted.She didn't feel any emotion about it, just accepted it calmly, it always happens anyway.

She knows one fact better than Wendy: People will always love her.

The only difference lies in the way people express their love.

"That's really a butterfly," Wen said, "but it's not a butterfly of this world—it's hard for me to explain to you Damian, you just think it's a new species. This new species of butterfly will be in the future No one will find out."

Damian stared at Wen, and a few seconds later he jumped off the bench and walked away with a proud stride.

Leaving Wen behind him looking at his back in astonishment, he thought to himself, damn, are you angry now?Smelly brother is really difficult to serve.

Showing Damian the butterfly on a whim had dire consequences.

Damian was very angry that he didn't understand the principle of butterflies flying out of his palms. He seemed to think that Wen did it by some means, but Wen refused to admit it, and he couldn't find any traces himself—this made Damian My self-esteem has been greatly challenged.

To be honest, Wen felt that Damian's anger this time was too exuberant.

She just hid the truth a little bit, mainly because she couldn't explain what was going on, and Damian acted like... like she was a bad woman who deceived his pure feelings.

Remarks, this pure feeling is still first love, the first heartbeat that cannot be renewed at first arrival.

I just showed you a butterfly, there is no need to make things so troublesome, right?

No matter how speechless she feels, she and Damian are still living under the same roof. Even if Damian has to go to school and train, there is almost no overlap in their schedules, but they can't meet at other times. There is no escape from dinner.

The whole family spent a whole week in the low pressure released by Damian.

Things would have been a lot better if Dick had been home, but Dick was a working adult who returned to work in Bloomhaven after the holidays and left with an enthusiastic message to Wyn that he would do it for him. Wen specially set aside the rest of the vacation. If Wen needs someone to lead him around Gotham, he will accompany him at any time.

Wen was amazed by his recovery ability—even when she told him that she was having an affair with Dick in the parallel world, Dick was still so shocked that he stood up straight almost entirely by muscle memory.

Unexpectedly, only a few days later, Dick could talk and laugh happily in front of her.

...Although the conversation and laughter were less than 5 minutes old, Dick said goodbye to the city of Gotham without hesitation, which made Wen a little suspicious that Dick didn't plan to go back to Bloohaven so early, and now he was leaving purely to escape open her.

But Dick shouldn't have such a thin skin.

And after Dick's gone, here's the "surprising" truth: None of the remaining family members were up to the task of activating the atmosphere.

This really took Wen by "surprise".

Wen cut open a piece of fried egg and brought it to his lips, while chewing, he watched the people sitting on both sides of the table calmly.

Bruce sat first, and she sat next to Damian, facing each other.

That's right, there are only three of them at the table.

Tim moved to the school the day after the standoff, under the pretext that there was a closed practice for some math competition.Maybe it's not an excuse, Wen vaguely remembered that Tim mentioned his game before this, but he didn't say at all that there was a closed training for this game...In short, both Dick and Tim found a suitable reason to put The embarrassment was left to the three of them to savor.

No, maybe not three, but two.

Wen quietly raised her eyes and glanced at Damian. Her movements were already very subtle, but Damian still raised her head abruptly and stared at her viciously.

Win immediately shifted his gaze to Bruce's face.

Bruce lazily picked up a piece of beef and put it to his mouth, while tilting his head slightly, winking at Wen.

Oh shit!

Do you guys have any kind of radar that detects eyes? !

Wen was so angry because she could understand the meaning of the wink that Bruce gave her.Bruce asked her to say something, but what could she say?Saying that dinner was delicious tonight, would you like to compliment Alfred on his cooking again?

She has used this trick for two days in a row!

Wen pretended not to understand what Bruce wanted to express, finished eating the fried eggs on his plate in two or three bites, and then got up: "My game is still suspended, I will go upstairs to fight until I clear the level..."

She trotted up the stairs, and just breathed a sigh of relief when Bruce, who appeared behind her at some point, gasped in fright: "Who?!"

Wen leaned back and was about to fall down the stairs, but Bruce grabbed her waist like lightning.

"Be careful." He whispered, and waited for Wen to follow his strength to stand upright again before withdrawing his hand.

"Are you all cats?" Wen said angrily, "The indoor shoes you wear are hard-soled, how can you walk without making any noise?"

"Never mind that, what's up with you and Damian," Bruce whispered, "He's never been in such a bad mood."

Wen felt that he was in a delicate mood, so he accidentally slipped his mouth: "...Isn't my stinky brother always in a bad mood?"

The name "stinky brother" made Bruce raise one eyebrow, and a look of surprise flashed across his face, which Wen caught immediately.

She took a step back uncomfortably, pressing her back against the wall.

"Damian used to be not in a bad mood, but in a bad temper," Bruce said.

Wen was immediately convinced by the impeccable logic.

"I don't know what's going on with him, maybe it's just a child who lost his temper." Wen said vaguely, "I showed him a little trick before, and he didn't know how I did it, so he kept getting angry until Now."

"He hasn't figured out how you did it until now?"

"No," Wen said, and she reassured with confidence, "I don't know what he's thinking of, but he'll never figure it out with his methods."

"It's really rare, but Damian hasn't failed before," Bruce said. "He was so out of control this time."

"How old is he? He's only five or six years old. It's only a problem for children of this age to be able to 'control themselves'." Wen curled his lips and looked at Bruce curiously at the same time, "You didn't talk to him?"

"We talked, but he insisted that nothing happened. He really didn't do anything, and I think he was just sulking this time." Bruce was obviously very interested in this situation, "That's why I wanted to ask you guys What the hell is going on. How did you bully him?"

"Pay attention to your words." Wen dissatisfied.

"It's okay, Dick bullies Jason, Jason bullies Tim, if Tim can't beat Damian, he will teach Damian an impressive lesson," Bruce said, "That's how a family is, the older Bully the younger ones, and wait for the younger ones to cause trouble that the parents can't let the parents know about, the younger ones still have to rely on the older ones for help."

Wen immediately expressed his position: "I believe that Damian will never be reduced to needing my help in this life. If he is really reduced to this level, he would rather die than ask for my help."

"Maybe," Bruce said. "You want to talk?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I just think you've been too quiet these days. You don't do anything but stay in your room every day, and you don't quietly ask your little boyfriend to come over to accompany you." Bruce said casually, "So I thought, maybe What trouble are you in?"

"..."

"To my study?"

"No, go to the cigar room." Wen replied.

Bruce doesn't smoke cigars, but Wayne's main house does have a dedicated cigar room, and not only that, but there are many other things in the family that are unused but set up, such as the gym and baby room.

Damian could have used the nursery at a younger age, but he's overage now.

They sat down on the soft couches in the cigar room, and Bruce asked, "Would you like one? I think Alfred has some treats ready."

"I don't smoke cigars," Wen said. "I just kind of like this room, and it has a big window. I like windows."

"I can see that something happened to you," Bruce said thoughtfully. "It changed Damian's attitude towards you, and he started to like you."

"I hope not," Wen said from the bottom of his heart, "because how I felt about him when I saw him for the first time, I still feel the same way now."

That explains Damien's anger, Bruce thought.

It was rare to like Wen a little bit, but found that Wen's attitude towards him hadn't changed at all. He didn't like him at first, and he still doesn't like him very much now... It's no wonder Damian is happy.

Bruce laughed, shaking his head as he laughed.

His smile made Wen think of Batman from another world, the little, undisturbed world in the Batmobile in the rainstorm of Gotham on his birthday night in the dream.

Wen also smiled relaxedly.

"Do you want to know what the hell I was doing with Damian?"

"Of course, I'd love to."

"I won't tell you," Wen said.

Bruce showed a disappointed expression: "Then I don't want to know."

"I thought you would do something to protect me," Wen said with a double-quote gesture when talking about protection, "don't you always do this?"

"Who told you that?"

"I just know."

"Sometimes I do go a little overboard, but I guess there's a big difference between protection and surveillance," Bruce said. "You're good, and good girls deserve more freedom as a reward. Fact Well, one thing I've been thinking about lately - maybe it's time to let people know about you. What do you think?"

"I don't know if you're ready," Wyn said, "and I belong to another world, and another Bruce Wayne is my father. Do you know what you're talking about, Mr. Wayne?"

"Is he your father?" Bruce asked back.

He bit the accent of the word "you" lightly, smiling with the calmness and arrogance that everything is under control - although he may not intend to appear very arrogant, but he has this temperament naturally.

Wen was silent for a while.

"I used to think he was," Wen said. "I was the one who faced the danger with him. I was the one who endured the pain with him. I was the one who gritted his teeth with him. I was the one who saw through But he kept a secret for him."

She fell silent again, but Bruce listened intently and didn't interrupt her.

So she said, "I'm the only one who doesn't get his smile."

Finally said it.However, Wen didn't feel any emotional echo. There was an emptiness in her heart, but it was not an emptiness that needed to be filled, but a peaceful emptiness.

"I don't think I can replace him, can I, Win?"

"You can't," Wen said, "but he was more of a comrade in arms to me. He was never my father."

"I don't think it's possible for me to be your comrade in arms." Bruce stood up with a smile, "But maybe I can have a chance..."

Wen stood up and offered to hug him.

Bruce tightened his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest.

"I heard you say a secret just now," Bruce said after a few seconds, "Although it's a bit presumptuous to ask, but I think..."

"I know you're Batman," Wen said. "Dick is Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood, Tim is Robin, and Damian's mother is the current leader of the League of Assassins."

"..."

"There is one more thing I think I should tell you. Wendy had an affair with Damian's mother. Damian stayed away from me before because I told him. Wendy also left some souvenirs, remember to remind I'm going to destroy it. You said how would she react in this world if she found out?"

"...I will remind you in time."

"By the way, Wendy and Dick were in a relationship. Ah, and Harley Quinn. Wendy was in two serious relationships, and both broke up because of her father's meddling. Be forewarned, you better not What to do to Connor, I'm afraid myself when I lose my mind."

"……it is good."

"Although Wendy is in the lead, I can't completely disregard the relationship. If I insist on opposing Wendy, I will give up. There seems to be nothing else that you need to know," Wen buried his head in Bruce's arms and smiled, "You Are you mad at me, Dad?"

"…No, Win," Bruce said slowly, "It's nothing to be angry about."

"Wendy robbed a bank when she and Harley were together, but don't worry, Wendy wasn't suspected at all." Wen said, "It's just that her father arrested Harley in Arkham within a few days. I heard that Harry was beaten up."

"..."

Bruce sighed heavily: "Stop talking, Wen, I understand, you are a troublesome daughter."

"You don't seem to regret it much."

"Of course not," Bruce said. "Troubleshooting is what I'm good at. Even if you dump Connor, I can fix him."

Wen said, "You think beautifully."