Win Wayne

parallel world.

Gotham.Wayne House.

Damian is having another nightmare.

After returning from another world, he often has nightmares, but the worst thing is that he can't remember the specific content of the nightmares at all, and only vaguely knows that the experience in the dream is terrible.

In the past, Damian wasn't bothered so much by a nightmare or two.

He didn't have any nightmares at all in the past.

But everything has changed.

Ever since he had the opportunity to see the world in Wendy's eyes, suddenly, the psychological shadow that he scorned in the past became understandable.

He could even understand how much Wendy was in pain—God knows, before he had those experiences, he had always believed that Wendy's pain was just because her spirit was too fragile.

However, it turns out that Wendy's spirit is not fragile at all.

On the contrary, Wendy was so strong that he felt creepy.

After being awakened by the nightmare, Damian simply got up.The curtains were not drawn, Gotham outside the window was pale gray, and the moonlight was surprisingly bright.

On a bright night like this, it's unlikely that Gotham's villains will show up to spoil the mood, who knows?Maybe they also have life without uniforms to deal with, maybe they just don't like disturbing this rare moonlight.

Tonight's night watch won't take Father too long.

This didn't make Damian feel any better, because his father and the others were still searching for Wendy in vain.All the friends on the magical side shook their heads at Batman and refused to offer any help, but these refusals seemed to lead Batman in the right direction instead.

... No, father couldn't find it.

Although there is no evidence to support this inference, Damian believes that Leonardo is the key to everything.

That parallel world is not an ordinary parallel world, even if it used to be, it was locked by Leonardo.No one can know the information of this world without Leonardo's permission, and it is even more impossible for anyone to reach this world without Leonardo's permission.

Damian was at a loss for the current situation. He didn't know what to do with the strange food on the silver plate, and he put it on the bookcase.

No one in the family disputes its presence, even though Damien deliberately places it in the middle of the table during meals.It was an odd scene indeed, where no one "sees" the silver platter and its contents, yet everyone avoids it naturally.

Like an absurd comedy, the characters in the play turn a blind eye to the clues placed under their noses, and sit around the table with the bomb hidden, laughing and laughing, unaware of what will happen next.

And he is a member of the play and the only audience.

Is this the world in Wendy's eyes?

How on earth did she live to be so big?

For the first time, Damian discovers that he is someone who cannot keep secrets.It was stuffed in the back of his mind, and it came up now and then without his consent, as if the thoughts didn't belong to him but a living thing that lived in his head.

Fortunately, the atmosphere at home has always been weird and tense since Wendy disappeared. Everyone's emotions are abnormal, and they all acquiesce in each other's abnormality.

Since everyone is abnormal, Damian's strange behavior is also hidden.

Not entirely successful.

Damian opened the bedroom door, and a person who had been standing outside the door for an unknown amount of time walked in silently and walked straight to the window.

The moonlight shines through the window, casting thick black shadows under the browbones of the visitor.

"Father." Damian looked at the other party and said, "You came back early today."

Bruce didn't answer, just stared out the window intently.

"...Father." Damian called out in a low voice, not sure if Bruce had noticed something unusual, after all, when he secretly investigated Wendy's disappearance before, it was also Bruce who saw the clue.

"Damian." Bruce finally spoke, with a little force when pronouncing the name, "You have encountered some difficult things recently."

"..."

"It's about Wendy." Bruce said quietly.

He kept looking out the window, unable to see if there was any change in expression.

"Yes, father." Damian replied simply, "I know where Wendy is."

Bruce flinched.

Now that everything has been said, Damian simply said another thing: "I think Wendy's situation is different from what we imagined."

"What's the difference?"

"Her abnormal behavior is not caused by a simple illness. We used to think that she had a lot of hallucinations, but when I investigated her before, I found some inside information-I suspect that her pathological hallucinations are not many. What she saw Most hallucinations are facts," said Damian, "but they were facts that only she could see. As the old saying goes, 'Magic chooses people, not people choose magic'."

Having said all this, Damian was rather smug: look at what a big deal he has figured out!

After he finished speaking, he waited with a little excitement, but Bruce's reaction turned out to be very subtle.

"Wendy was not selected," Bruce said, "no matter what you find out, don't go any further. This is not something you should interfere with, Damian, you know..."

He leaned against the window, looking at Gotham at night, the silhouette hidden in the thick black somehow made Damian feel a bit like Wendy.

"...magic is dangerous," Bruce said.

He stared intently at Gotham.

the city.his city.

With so many disasters, so many talents, so many madness and dreams.

So many secrets.

"Let go, Damian, this is none of your business."

Bruce repeated: "...magic is dangerous."

His voice seemed a little unusual, and Damian was already surrounded by astonishment, confusion and grievance, and opened his already round eyes wide, staring blankly at Bruce's side face.

Because of this, Damian missed the possibility of finding out the truth.

Bruce went back to his room alone.

He finally relaxed slowly, allowing himself to let out a long breath.It might have been a sigh, or it might not have been a complex distinction that didn't catch his attention too much.

Only at this time, he will let himself not control his emotions, not force himself to reveal his heart, so that he can understand any subtle changes in his heart.

But in fact, he never really understood it.

He just thought he knew it.

Wendy has been away for a long time, let's laugh at him, but he does sometimes feel that Wendy hasn't gone too far.His daughter, like himself, had been hit hard, gritted her teeth and stood up again, and would never give up no matter how many times she was hit hard.

She will overcome everything, whether it is from the self or the torment from the outside world.

She was born to win.This is destined, not his preference, but her habit.

At this moment, all the symptoms...or things that are not symptoms, those signs of danger that symbolize her, those cold eyes, those behaviors that disregard morality, are not important anymore.

His secret identity, his past, and his responsibilities all don't matter anymore.

All he thought about was his daughter, and all he missed was his daughter.

Her fragile breath in her arms, her round eyes when she saw the world clearly for the first time, her thin fingers and weak, crooked steps.She grew up gradually, like a small tree sprouting, her hair grew, her smile faded, her steps were straight and strong, and every bit of her happiness left him with memories that he would never forget.

They don't get along without breaking loose.

Only back then she was a runaway rich girl and he was the Dark Knight of Gotham.The torrential rain outside the car was like singing, but now that I recall it, the torrential rain was so tactful and gentle. The world in the car belonged to the two of them alone, forming a universe of its own.

Sometimes she pretends, sometimes abandons herself, sometimes gnashes her teeth, and sometimes scolds.

Of course, that conversation let him know how calm and comfortable she is in front of superheroes.

It really didn't surprise him at all, he had always known how beautiful his daughter was, how attractive she was, and how good at lying and seducing at the same time.She is like a deep pool, but she knows how to make herself look like a clear stream, which glistens and seduces the young heroes to fall into it.

And young heroes always succumb to her sweet gaze.

If that doesn't work, Bruce knows that not only does his daughter laugh beautifully, she can cry beautifully, too.

So it's no wonder her disappearance caused such a wide-ranging shock.

Bruce ignored the hesitant and cryptic eyes of those young people, he didn't intend to delve into these, and vaguely felt that the situation was a little funny.

And a little novelty.That was a side he didn't understand. His daughter was always very well-behaved in front of him, behaved well, and behaved too well.Her only resistance was to run away from home, and he didn't give the right response, and despite his countless attempts to prove his love, the distance between them never seemed closer.

Maybe that's it.

People are destined not to understand each other.

These words have been rehearsed countless times in his mind, and it took him a long time to see the truth, that is, no matter what kind of pain she endured, how she grew up where he didn't pay close attention, in his heart, She was always the little girl who ran down the hall with the little backpack on her back.He doesn't say these words because he can sometimes feel that the words cannot be spoken, and sometimes the feelings cannot be spoken, and when they are spoken, they will become shameless and ridiculous.

His words will only stink if he doesn't tell the truth about all Batman's secrets.

But, however, it wasn't that he didn't receive some sort of signal from his daughter.He's not that stupid.

...he never missed a single public performance of his daughter.

Bruce closed his eyes and saw her dancing and twirling on the dais, the spotlights covering her like pine trees and snow.

She took off and stopped in mid-air, the chiffon of her arms spread out behind her, like a pair of translucent butterfly feathers, the pair of butterfly feathers were covered with broken light, and her carefree smile was so real, it made him clearly determined It was not a mistake to send her to another continent across the ocean.

They are so similar.They all want to appear sane, mature, and want to keep everything under control.They are used to this state, guarding their hearts strictly, and showing restraint to the outside world.

They are not used to showing their emotions, so until the end, she didn't ask, and he didn't have time to say anything.

His daughter has white butterfly feathers and black butterfly feathers.

Bruce doesn't force himself to put on a playboy smile anymore, or act as confident as Batman has always been.

He no longer pretense, no pretense, no pretense...

...pretending to know nothing about his daughters.

When Wen was dancing, he didn't fail to give her applause and smiles.