Win Wayne

"Without me." Damian said dryly, "It's just that you let her down without me."

This is actually what makes Damian most unhappy.He thought he hadn't done anything excessive to Wendy - did he scold her?Or beat her?There is no rule in the League of Assassins not to beat or kill women.

In the whole family, he has the best attitude towards Wendy. At least when Wendy wanted to pretend to be close siblings with him on a whim, he never said no.Although there is also the factor that Wendy's timing is always very clever, but this level of cooperation is indeed a treatment that even her father did not enjoy.

"You know, there is a very interesting thing here." Jason began to laugh, "Everyone in the family is flattering her, even you are no exception. Of course you probably won't take your reaction as flattery, but The fact is, you are trying to please her."

This made Damian angry.

He raised his eyebrows, seeing that his body movements were on the verge of explosion, but he finally endured it: "You have the freedom to think so."

"That's the truth," Jason said.

It seems that he suddenly became interested in chatting, or it may be because what he is about to say has brought him a lot of psychological pressure. Similarly, it may be purely because he is a little fragile at this time and needs someone to talk to.

Damian isn't a great guy to chat with, but it has some very good qualities.

Damian is able to keep a secret.

And since all the conversations are triggered by Wendy, not only will he keep it a secret, but he won't even use his characteristic sharp attitude to judge in the conversation.

"Wendy—she's a kid," Jason said.

He waved his hand to prevent Damian from opening his mouth to interrupt him, and continued: "She is as innocent as if she has never seen the dark side of this world, but in fact we all know whether she has. The most rare thing is Wen Tee isn't stupid at all."

"You see, she knows that there are flaws in human nature, she has suffered a lot of painful experiences, and she has endured a lot of pain... But she is still so naive. She is always asking for the very pure, the purest emotion." Jason looked at The bookshelf by the wall, "And the reason she asks for this is not greed or selfishness, but because she has already given you such affection. She is asking for the same return."

Damian blurted out, "If she's really that smart, she has to realize that she can't-"

It is impossible for her to get an equal return.

There has never been such a thing, there has never been a reason that if you give someone pure affection, the other party must give you the same level of affection.

Did Wendy really not understand that she would never get this kind of response?

The thinking mode of everyone in the family is actually clear, and it can be distinguished with a few words.Meticulous thinking and logic will be integrated into every detail of this person's external appearance, and except for Wendy and Alfred, everyone else in the family is a complete rationalist.

They will never be affected by emotions when making the most critical choices, just like when Wendy and more ordinary people in Gotham are hanging by a thread at the same time, Batman will never give priority to saving Wendy.

But this is unforgivable in Wendy's point of view.

This is easy to understand, and there is no difficulty in understanding it, but Damian seldom thinks about it from this angle in the past.

His life in the League of Assassins allowed him to label Wendy as a "hard and fragile" person as a weak person. Damian almost understood Wendy's characteristics after a cursory reading of the information: fragile, easy to die, not Perfect for this family.

His opinion has never changed, and time has shown that he was right in his judgment.

It’s just that rationalists are people and not machines. When you realize that someone has pure feelings for you, and you can only leave her scarred forever, then it’s hard for you not to connive and tolerate in some aspects that don’t touch the bottom line. she.

Or in Jason's words, they were all courting her.

Jason started laughing again, and there was quite a genuine pleasure in that smile: "What's the funniest thing? At this point, she's pretty much getting the response she's asking for—she really has everyone The purest emotion that can be given."

But she was also scarred by countless disappointments.

This sentence was on Jason's lips, but he didn't really say it.

He couldn't see whether Wendy was satisfied with the result or not. She had experienced too much disappointment, and disappointment was a very aggressive emotion.It is not like great sorrow and great joy, because it is too intense and destined to be diluted, "disappointment" itself is a stable state.

This kind of mood can expand infinitely until it fills her emotions.

Maybe in Wendy's heart, there is no room for satisfaction or dissatisfaction.

Maybe she was just... simply, infinitely disappointed.

"Disappointed." Damian finally understood Jason's previous words thoroughly, "She's so disappointed."

Jason asked, "Do you know what attitudes and behaviors a strong disappointment can lead to?"

It is impossible for Damian not to know that this is a very superficial psychological analysis question.Even without psychological analysis, Wendy's performance is not without symptoms.

In other words, she has never concealed this point, but her consistent way of expression is so puzzling.

Wendy pursues decency too much, she firmly controls her emotions not to leak out, which makes it difficult for her to break through her psychological setting even when she wants to convey information to the outside.She was the kind of person who was thrown against the wall with her throat choked, and the first thing she did after getting up was not to call for help, but to arrange her hair and clothes—ridiculous, sad, and inevitably absurdly cute.

Damian said calmly, "You mean suicide."

"Not yet." Jason corrected, "The best we can do is call her condition 'suicidal'."

"The Wendy I know isn't that fragile." Damian frowned, "I've wondered for a long time, why the Wendy you know and the Wendy I know don't seem to be the same person at all?"

"Maybe it's because we overestimate her because we've been with her for too long, and you underestimate her because you don't know enough about her," Jason said, "but since you asked me why I didn't tell Wendy that I was alive, it's a complicated one." For your question, I can only give you an answer as much as possible."

He wanted to continue talking, at least his expression proved it.

But for some reason, maybe because this topic was beyond his capacity, Jason suddenly fell silent again.

Gotham is surprisingly bright tonight.The moonlight was as bright as a stream, reminiscent of Wendy's eyes.

Wendy is that kind of very idealized girl, born in a wealthy family, with a powerful father, a good life and a pure environment.

She's the kind of person who truly believes in justice and truth in this world, even if she was born in Gotham - it would be unfair to deny Bruce's efforts in a character like her, although Bruce is undoubtedly Wendy biggest source of pain.

"Todd," Damian urged in a low voice, "Hurry up, we don't have much time, and Dad will soon find out that I'm not in the room."

"He guessed that you would come to me." Jason said, "Because he guessed, he won't bother us."

He stood up and walked to the bookshelf, blocking the moonlight shining on the bookshelf.Jason arranged a small bookshelf in his bedroom, and the books on it were all hardcover and big, Damian was not surprised at all.

As soon as he entered, he found the letters on the spines of the books gleaming in the moonlight.

He also noticed that Jason's attention was frequently interrupted by these flashes.

Damian just didn't expect that this little flash of light would disturb Jason's thinking so much that it even made him stand up to block the moonlight from falling on the spine of the book.

"What's the matter with you, Todd?"

"Sorry, Wendy and I spent a lot of time in the library together when I was 'alive'. Sometimes the books remind me of her, especially at times like this." Jason leaned back On the bookshelf, "Where did we talk?"

"Why didn't you tell Wendy that you were alive."

"Because I was worried about her. She was worse after I died, her mental state was never good enough, but in the period after my death, she was literally pushed to the edge of collapse." Jason said, "Am I really that important to her? I don't think so, of course we have a good relationship, it's just that it's not the same relationship as she had with her father, or with Dick."

"Father aside," Damian snorted, "You didn't grow up with her, and you even fell in love with her."

"Dick really shouldn't be with her. It shouldn't be that early," Jason said. "We all know Dick has a little problem with women... well, to put it bluntly, he just doesn't There is no way to reject a beautiful woman, and Wendy asked for a rather pure and dedicated response, they are destined to be a tragedy together. However, they got together too early, which led to another problem..."

"Why are there so many questions?"

Damian is angry.

He didn't even know where he was angry. It seemed that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"No one can do anything about this kind of thing." Jason, as someone who has a better relationship with Wendy, sees it more openly. "If you can choose, who would want to have such a sensitive and fragile spirit?"

He seemed about to say something more, but in the end he just smiled and shrugged again.

"This kind of thing," he repeated, "nobody can do anything about it."

Damian reluctantly accepted Jason's opinion, and he asked, "What's the other question?"

"Wendy may have a hard time judging why Dick is with her, because he really loves her, or because Dick wants her to be happy," Jason said. "As I said, the family is actually a little scared She——afraid that she would be sad, afraid that she would be angry, or sometimes she couldn't explain why, but she was afraid of her and felt that she might do something to hurt herself."

Damian raised doubts: "You're not Wendy, how do you know what she thinks."

"I guessed it. I guess I guessed it at least [-]% or [-]% of the time," Jason said. "That sounds a little narcissistic, but I know her best in the family. A lot of times I think I can do it." I understand what she is thinking, such as this disappearance."

Damian stared at Jason, but Jason didn't look back.

"This is running away from home. It's similar to running away from home in the past, the difference is that this time she decided not to give us a chance to find her." Jason said.

He stared blankly in front of him, the dust floating in the moonlight, he said: "...I bet, she must have thought about this for a long time."

Damian didn't respond.

"Why didn't I tell her that I'm alive? Because she draws strength from grief." Jason said lightly, "I'm afraid Wendy can't accept the so-called 'car accident', it's too outrageous, she won't buy it. She won't Believe that I died in a car accident, she will definitely pull herself together to investigate. She can find something to do for herself. A disappointed person needs other emotions to cheer up, anger, doubt, revenge... disappointed person These are needed for support."

He's probably not just talking about Wendy.

This also seems to allude to his state after he just came back from the dead, but his expression is very calm, as if he didn't say these words from the bottom of his heart.

Damian moved uncomfortably, his scalp tingling at the emotional outpouring.

"It's your turn, brat," Jason said. "What's your answer?"