Win Wayne

"...I really didn't expect to solve my confidant's serious problem in such a short period of time." Wen said, licking the ice cream, "When I first promised Bruce to come to Gotham, I thought it was the prelude to a long tug-of-war. Probing each other and hesitating for a year or so before proceeding to the final step."

"Oh." Barbara asked with interest, "what's your envisioned 'last move'?"

"Let's establish a clear relationship." Wen put aside the ice cream that was less than a third eaten, and quickly added, "I mean the father-daughter relationship and nothing else. Don't get me wrong. There is no other relationship. "

Barbara raised her eyebrows: "What other relationship can there be?"

Wen Wen looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned her gaze to Dick next to Barbara: "I'm actually not very familiar with Barbara, are you sure she wants to hear me tell about those nasty relationships?"

Dick, who had been sitting diagonally across from Wen, pretending to be deaf and dumb and pretending to be a wallflower, couldn't keep silent any longer: "Okay, okay, cough, let me tell you, take it easy."

Barbara curled her lips: "...I really want to hear what Wen can say. I always feel that Wen is the type to drop bombs lightly and blow up all the audience."

Dick smiled wryly, and said in his heart that you really hit the spot, isn't she the type?

But he was really worried that after Wen said it happily, he would throw out some big news that made him wonder what expression to make.

Wen has a lot of criminal records on this point, if you say she doesn't know the impact of these big things, her performance doesn't look like it; if you say she knows, but she is so confident when she says those things.

That visceral "I'm just telling you the little things I think you need to know" attitude can't be overly described as shameless.

It was a good thing Barbara didn't dwell on it.

She smiled and asked, "Is that why you don't eat your ice cream?"

"I can't eat any more." Wen looked regretfully at the butter that had melted into a paste, "If you eat it again, you will have diarrhea."

"...Huh?" Barbara was stunned for a moment, "If you eat again, will you... have diarrhea?"

"Wen's health is not very good, I should have said it." Dick explained in a low voice, "But this is the first time I know that she has diarrhea after eating too much ice cream."

Barbara looked at Wen with more love and compassion: "God."

"It's actually okay, ice cream is not to my taste, it's too sweet, and I don't like cold things." Wen said, "I prefer warm thick soup, no spices, just sprinkle a little salt to enhance the taste .”

She really didn't care much about it, so Barbara breathed a sigh of relief and quickly skipped the subject.

This is the commercial center of Gotham, full of luxury stores and various club stores.After talking with Bruce, Wen finally remembered her agreement with Dick. Although she had no special feelings for Gotham, and it would not be a loss if she wandered around, since she had already made an agreement with Dick, there was no need for her to go back on her word.

Dick took Barbara with him, and Barbara was more cheerful and lively than Wen guessed.

Wen couldn't say he wasn't surprised at all.

Barbara and Wendy are almost completely different types.They had absolutely nothing in common except that they were both beautiful and smart.

Dick and Barbara preferred to take Wen to see the landscape with Gotham characteristics, and Wen agreed non-essentially.They visited the city museum of Gotham, went to the empty abandoned factory area, and saw the complex evolution history of Gotham's above-ground and underground transportation.

They also visit some of Gotham's most notorious crime-ridden neighborhoods.

Before going, both Dick and Barbara assured Wen again and again: "It's still daytime, and with us here, there will be no problems."

"I'm fine. I'm not afraid." Wen's mood is very stable. "In addition, I also know that these streets are famous scenic spots. The bus will take the visitors around the safe perimeter and return. I'm coming to Gotham I checked the travel guide before, and since the day the tourist route was developed, the tourist casualty rate of this route has been zero."

"Because this is the private area for the gangsters to solve their internal problems." Dick said, "Ordinary tourists passing by will not have any accidents, but they may be frightened. After all, no matter how good a cleaner is, it is impossible to cover everything, and they will always leave some by accident. The blood-stained limbs..."

However, they have been staring at this place for many days before bringing Wen, and they have cleaned it specially, and now he and Barbara are accompanying him, making sure that everything is safe.

In fact, what Wen saw here was because Batman drove her to see it himself.

When she came to see it, it was raining heavily, and the whole street was dark. The headlights of the Batmobile shone in, and the cold light added to the dark and terrifying atmosphere. At that time, she was still thinking that it was Gotham, and any street was so gloomy. ,

But when you look at it during the day, this is just an ordinary one-way street. Except that there are almost no people, the road surface is cleaner than other places.

After seeing these small streets, they went to the business district. Dick looked ready to swipe his card and carry his bags, but neither Wen nor Barbara had much interest in shopping.

In the end it was Barbara who suggested a place to eat, and they sat down somewhere.

"The headquarters of the Wayne Group is nearby." Dick said to Wen. "Are you going?"

"Go now?" Wen touched his face, "If I go alone, I can only attract a little attention. If you take me there..."

When Dick became an adult, he left Gotham and went to Bluhaven to become a policeman, and his popularity in Gotham also faded. Walking in Gotham would not attract the attention of the public, but the Wayne Group would never recognize him. Not out Mr. Wayne's eldest adopted son.

If Dick took her to the Wayne Group himself, even if it was just a few laps outside the group, it is impossible for the group of people in the company not to pay attention to her.

Rounding up, this amounts to public identity.

It's just a small-scale disclosure, not to the public.

"They will definitely have a lot of guesses. The most popular ones are who your mother is, when you were born, and what impact your existence will have on the future of Wayne Group," Dick smiled, "but none of them can be passed on. into your ears."

"That's good." Wen said, "Go and have a look."

They walked into the vicinity of the Wayne Group headquarters in less than 10 minutes. Wen raised his head and stared at the camera curiously for a few seconds. Unexpectedly, a green light came on under the camera. After a beep, the door opened .

Dick said, "Looks like Bruce has logged you into the security system."

The styles of Wayne Corporation and Stark Corporation are not too similar.The interior of the building of Stark Industries is sharp, cold and minimalist, with a strong sense of high technology, even a bit unreasonable, although for some nerds and tech workers or both, Stark The inside of the group can definitely satisfy their fantasies, but Wen still prefers the style of Wayne Group.

The interior of the Wayne Group is much softer, with clear tones and decorative green plants in the corners.Large pieces of color-changing glass are used to partition the space, and the long table is also stretched and wavy.

At the front desk was a pretty blonde woman who had been staring at Dick intently from the moment he walked in the door.

But when they walked up to her, she stopped looking at Dick, and instead stared at Wen in a daze.

"You, hello, ma'am," Dick, who was walking in the front, stopped, and before he had time to speak, the receptionist stood up hastily, still staring at Wen engrossed, with a dreamy expression, "Excuse me... Are you looking for Mr. Wayne?"

Wen suddenly felt a little mischievous.

She showed a social smile towards the front desk, so in the eyes of the front desk, this girl who looked exactly like the president, but looked colder and more careless, suddenly bloomed like a flower bud slowly blooming.

When she smiled, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, making it hard not to notice her slender, slightly trembling eyelashes. With just such a small change in her eyes, she changed from cold to charming, and even looked a lot like Wayne Mr. Suave.

The cool and fluffy short hair was draped over her forehead in fine pieces, softening her handsome thick eyebrows.But her tough eyebrows, coupled with her petite chin and slightly raised nose, made her a bit playful, and these playful things kept her charming and coquettish within the lovable range... Even everyone loves her Mr. Wayne will inevitably frown because of his outrageous things, but this girl has a very different temperament. She is the type who can only make people laugh and cry when she does bad things.

"I'm here to look for him." He asked softly, "Is Dad in the company?"

"Mr. Wayne is in the conference room, Miss Wayne," said the receptionist immediately, with a suspicious blush on his cheeks. "You can go straight upstairs. So are Mr. Grayson and Miss Gordon."

Bruce actually came to the company?But he seems to come to the company only for meetings, he doesn't even come to important meetings.

"Then I'll go straight up, don't call him and tell him." Wen said, "This is a little surprise."

The front desk agreed without hesitation, seemingly convinced of Wen's identity.

In the elevator, Barbara said to Wen: "If you laugh a few more times, she will give you a small note with contact information."

"Hmph." Wen curled his lips, "Looks like I need to practice how to smile in front of the mirror a few more times."

Why does she always make the other party's heart flutter when she smiles? She is also very unhappy, okay?But this kind of smiling face has become a muscle memory. It rarely happens when she is really happy and laughs, but every time she wants to smile politely...it looks like flirting...

Dick endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and whispered in Barbara's ear: "Be careful, Wen seems to eat both men and women."

"I can hear you," Wen said grimly.

Barbara was curious: "Do you really like boys and girls?"

"I researched it carefully, and it is indeed a bit. But I still prefer to be with boys. This thing is quite embarrassing," Wen sighed, "I found that my father and I are very consistent in the aesthetics of women , we like almost the same type of women. This leads to a little unexpected situation."

"What's the matter?" Barbara asked innocently.

"I had an affair with some of my dad's exes," Wen said.

The elevator door opened.

Bruce stood outside the door with a few executives who were probably in the meeting with him. Those executives were like robots whose still button was pressed, without breathing.

The scene is audible.

"Hi, Wen." Bruce smiled impeccably.