Win Wayne

"Wendy's hallucinations are not all hallucinations." Damian said quickly, "Most of them are real, but that is the truth that only she can see."

Jason nodded: "Yeah."

"...You gave me this kind of reaction?" Damian couldn't believe it.

Jason said, "I guess I sort of guessed it."

"what?"

"I kind of guessed that her feelings weren't entirely hallucinations," Jason said, "but I couldn't give any clear evidence that it wasn't hallucinations. It might just be because I trusted her. I wanted to trust her."

Damian felt incredible: "Wait a minute, Todd, so you mean, you decided to trust her feelings without any evidence to prove it?"

"It's not completely without evidence." Jason said, "Wendy is not the kind of person who would make a fuss because of messy hallucinations, she can judge whether she is in a hallucination to a certain extent - you should The League of Assassins has been trained with drugs, and there is still a significant difference between hallucinations and reality, and most people can't tell because they are sensory and stupid."

Damian nodded: "I can't refute it. I also believe that Wendy has this ability."

"But Wendy really can't tell the difference. If she just can't tell the hallucinations, we can also consider whether she has a relatively special constitution, and her intelligence and perception will decline during the hallucinations," Jason said, "But She has two hallucinations. It's weird. One hallucination she can tell and one she can't tell."

Damian's eyes widened.

This is totally new news!

He had never heard of this before!

"In the hallucinations that can be distinguished, even when she is plagued by hallucinations, she can pretend that nothing happened to her. The second hallucination is different, this hallucination that cannot be distinguished-is it a hallucination at all? Still doubtful, but by the time the second hallucination was haunting her, Wendy was almost..."

Jason paused for a while, from the look on his face, he was very reluctant to speak later, but finally managed to utter the word: "...half crazy."

Damian's acceptance of this is much better, it's better to say that Wendy in his mind is like this.

No matter how calm and rational she was, he could feel the hidden madness in her, as if he was born with the radar to detect such states.

Now he knew why, but the answer did not make Damian feel the slightest comfort.

"And my father's behavior is also very strange." Jason said, "The two hallucinations are obviously unusual, but my father—he completely denies this matter, and he does not admit that Wendy has two hallucinations."

Another anomaly, Damian thought, totally out of touch with his father's style.

"When did you find out about this?" he asked, wondering if he should raise his opinion of Todd.

The second Robin was not as bad at intelligence gathering and reasoning as he had imagined, but he was not sure. Todd and Wendy had known each other for many years after all, so he should know Wendy better.

As for why he didn't ask Dick... there wasn't much reason.

Dick and Wendy have been together for too long, and Dick and Wendy had an intimate relationship that lasted for a long time, Damian didn't expect to hear relatively fair words from Dick.

"It was right around the time I was resurrected," Jason said. "I've been speculating about it for a long time, but I just never said it—with the old man, with Dick? Forget it. As for Tim, our relationship is not yet Not good enough to say these things, although I'm sure he cares about Wendy too."

After much deliberation, in the end, Damian was actually the most suitable person to say these words.

It was something that no one thought of.

"I see." Damian didn't stay any longer after he figured out the cause and effect of the matter, "Then I'm leaving, Todd, you'd better not continue to use these safe houses."

He fluently reported a series of addresses, which was the end of the conversation tonight.

Before leaving, Damian glanced back. Jason leaned on the bookshelf, took out a book, and put it in front of him.He looked at the contents of the book by the moonlight, his expression concentrated, as if he had been immersed in the story.

That book seems to be quite important.

But it was enough for him to understand what was going on, and he didn't want to hear more stories.

There are too many emotions in these stories, so Damian didn't look at the name of the book.

He returned to the room by night, with moonlight on his shoulders all the way.The road surface was reflected as if it had fallen snow, the cool breeze was blowing cool, and the faint mist made the water shine as far as the eye could see, as if walking in the drizzle.

The city is still so beautiful.

Horror is beautiful, madness is beautiful, pain is beautiful.For this beauty alone, everything else seems to be forgiven.

Damian looked out the window, closed it, and drew the curtains.

He didn't think about what to do next, but now, impatience has long been useless.He also has a very strong advantage over the rest of the family, he can contact the thing that calls itself Leonardo.

Damian no longer intends to think about Leonardo's true face. Those nightmares did not frighten him, but made him clearly understand the weirdness and chaos of another century. He has no interest in the weird and chaotic world... ...this talent is more like a curse.

As long as it wasn't about Wendy, he made up his mind so he wouldn't go looking for Leonardo.

However, hiding this matter was much more difficult than Damian imagined.

It was enough for him to deal with Dick's vague temptations in training, but Damian was doing well, and what really bothered him was the occasional gaze from his father full of oppression.

Dick was just suspicious of him not wanting to go out on a mission anymore, but his father seemed to have some kind of evidence that he knew what he was up to lately.

Damian didn't know how much evidence his father had, and how much he knew about his little tricks.

Usually this kind of game with his father would stir up all his competitive spirit, God knows how much Damian likes such a small activity, it is almost a game between him and his father-but no, this time it is not a game , This is no longer a matter of desire to win or lose.

"Damian," Bruce said, "I noticed you haven't been on the night watch lately."

"I remember my punishment period is not over yet, Father," Damian replied.

"At least grounding is punishment, Damian, and banning you from wearing Robin's uniform is not a punishment. I don't think you are ready." Bruce shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry you will put it as a punishment."

Damian pouted, but replied, "Yes, Father."

"You've been very busy recently, what's the result of the investigation?"

"..."

Damian didn't expect his father to ask so directly.He looked up and scanned the surroundings. Tim was resting upstairs, and Dick was leaning on the sofa and playing with his phone. This corner seemed to be a safe and private place to talk.

"Wendy is no longer in this world." Damian decided to spread the news bit by bit. After saying this, he carefully observed his father's reaction. Seeing that Bruce's expression didn't change at all, he added, " She went to a parallel world."

This time Bruce responded, he nodded slightly and said, "Very good, what else?"

"It's hard to find out what method Wendy used to do this. If you want to use conventional means, it's impossible not to leave traces of the huge energy, but it has been determined during the previous investigation that there has been no such thing in recent years. Energy fluctuations of sufficient intensity." Damian said, "And it is impossible for Wendy to have the opportunity to touch those devices, unless..."

With that said, Damian really hesitated for a moment.

This matter came out of his mind suddenly, that Tony Stark, who acted so arrogantly that it was unbearable, seemed to be Wendy's mentor?

Not a superhero mentor, neither Wendy herself nor the people around Wendy have the intention of making Wendy a superhero.Tony is more Wendy's mentor in various advanced technologies, and it is said that he taught Wendy a bunch of messy and absolutely illegal methods.

Tony taught Wendy how to use and make a lot of weapons, and even gave Wendy access to some outer armor, allowing Wendy to study armor of a slightly lower level.Wendy can freely use the spoils he got from the alien war. In addition, he also taught Wendy how to edit and modify programs.

It is conservatively estimated that Wendy's hacker level can be ranked among the top in the world, and it is relatively difficult to invade the bat computer, but it is no problem to be in the middle of no one's land in the government system.

This is just a rough guess, because an embarrassing fact is that they can only get a glimpse of Wendy's strength from the various evaluations and reports sent by Tony.

Unlike their habitual belief in their own wisdom, Wendy seldom uses her mind, or Wendy basically only uses her mind to get someone when she is interested in someone... other times, Wendy Prefer to settle the incident by swiping the card.

Anyway, her card will never stop.

"Stark? No, he wouldn't do that kind of thing. He'd love to laugh at us when Wendy did make it to the other world, but there's no way he'd actually help with it himself," Bruce said.

He still looks confident, but Damian can see his father's true state of mind at the moment.Dad was fidgeting right now, pissed off with irritability, verging on the edge of control, and insecurity, but all the emotions were hidden out of sight, and Damian was able to decipher them only empirically.

It seems that he has learned something from getting along with Wendy.

At least he can use the skill of reading Wendy's emotions to read his father's emotions. The father and daughter are sometimes terrifyingly similar.

Damian said suddenly, "I saw her not long ago."

"Who?"

"Not Wendy. Another Wendy."

"..."

"I couldn't meet Wendy. The other Wendy said that Wendy didn't want to come out." Damian said calmly, "If you were standing in front of me, would Wendy be willing to come out to see you?"

Bruce said, "She won't."

He even smiled, although everyone could see that there was absolutely no positive emotion in this smile, but it was a calm smile after all.He said: "I'm interested in how you met her. Who did you meet?"

"It says it's called..."

"Don't have to say it," Bruce said, "I believe it gave you a little gift to show its—"

As if to further conceal his emotions, Bruce's smile became a little more sincere: "——Friendly."

Damian nodded.

Breathing slowly, Bruce ordered, "Give them to me, Damian. Those don't fit in your hands."