Win Wayne

"Wait, wait," Wen nervously avoided Connor's sight, but did not avoid Connor's hand, "There is a surveillance camera on the clock tower, right? Have you dismantled it? You, are you sure it's okay?"

Connor was startled for a moment: "...do you really think the clock tower is a suitable place?"

"I really think so."

"...will be seen." Connor said, but his tone was rather shaken, "It's still, not very good, right?"

Wen has considered the possibility of being seen by others, but frankly speaking, when she no longer pretends that she needs to conform to universal morality, and no longer sticks herself in the eyes of most people, in fact, many of her originally thought that she Unacceptable things - not so unacceptable.

"Forget it." Wen said pretendingly, "Thinking about it, it should be quite cold up there."

"I can tell you're being sarcastic," Connor said.

He thought for a while, and flew up with Wen in his arms. Wen let out a happy exclamation in his arms, and hugged his neck with a big laugh.

……

"... Seriously, you took it down when I wasn't paying attention, right?"

"Of course it's taken down, I don't want to be hunted down!"

……

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't dismantle it."

"...Enough, shut up."

"I'm going to say I'm going to say I'm going to...uh..."

……

When Connor sent her back to the room, he was like a squirrel stealing food, looking around, suspicious, and his back would tense even if the tree shadow next to him shook him.

"What about you?" Wen said, "Don't worry, there is no one at home tonight."

"Are you sure?" Connor fidgeted.

"Dick went back to Bloomhaven, Jason didn't need me to tell you he didn't come home, Tim ran to the competition training, Dad because I'm going to be airborne in New York as the boss to deal with some of this incident Small trick." Wen shrugged, "Damian can just guess, he must have gone on patrol all night while Dad was away."

"When are you going to New York?"

"Next month, or another month. I always feel that Bruce doesn't want me out of his sight." Wen stroked Connor's chin thoughtfully. Not good for myself."

Connor wisely refrains from commenting on this.

He turned to look at Wen's room: "The last time I came here, I just wanted to say, is your bedroom too clean?"

"Someone will clean it," Wen said. "I don't know who will clean it. I can't clean it anyway."

"I mean color and everything else, you have a bunch of trinkets in your room in New York, all kinds of clutter," Connor said, "but not here."

"I don't do much shopping in Gotham," Wen said. "I don't like the atmosphere here. I don't mean the atmosphere of the city. The weather here is gloomy and it's always raining. I don't like the fog too much, I I have a relatively strong psychological shadow on the dense fog, and I won’t say more about the specific reasons, anyway, I don’t like these fogs very much... What kind of expression do you have! "

"You have a psychological shadow on the dense fog?" Connor couldn't help laughing, "Yes, I'm sorry, but this sounds really strange... I think the situation you are talking about is more like a psychological allergy."

"Don't take my words as a joke when I say something serious!" Wen threw himself on Connor.

"You're just kidding." Connor stroked her back, "Believe me, you won't be so calm when you say serious things."

"You know I don't like the fog of Gotham, just don't ask so much."

"Okay." Connor kissed Wen on the cheek, "Then I'm leaving."

Wen grabbed him and wouldn't let him get up.

"Why are you leaving? Dad is not at home." Wen said excitedly, "Just sleep here!"

That's a really dangerous proposition.

Connor knew he shouldn't be tempted by the offer, but what did he say?

A temptation is not a temptation if it can be easily resisted.

Connor tiptoed down the stairs.

Although Wen has repeatedly assured him that there is no one at home, especially that Bruce is not at home, there is always nothing wrong with being cautious.He hasn't left here yet, so he already trusts Wen.

A father will never feel that anyone is worthy of his daughter.

It's a truth, and that truth doesn't seem to change in any way because Bruce is Batman.

Wen was still sleeping, and Connor went downstairs just to find something to eat, and give Wen Band another one by the way.He deliberately avoided Alfred, oh my god, the old father's gaze was hard to deal with, but the old butler's politeness was enough to give him goosebumps all over his body.

Why can Wen live so comfortably in this family? Is her requirement for the living environment too low?

"Connor Kent." A gloomy voice sounded from behind, "You are so brave."

"Uh," Connor said, "Damian?"

He turned his head, still holding two slices of freshly baked bread.Wen usually doesn't eat a lot in the morning. Two slices of bread and a fruit salad are almost all she is willing to eat.

Damian stood in the doorway, glaring at Connor viciously.

The kid's eyes are really scary, Connor thought to himself, no wonder Wen's expression is always so subtle when he talks about Damian.

"Who let you in? How dare you come in? Do you want to die?" Damian said aggressively, "You are not welcome here, Superboy, leave now!"

"This isn't your territory, kid, and you can't beat me anyway." Connor wrinkled his nose at Damian in a haughty manner, "Wen said that as long as you can beat you, you will be easy to talk about, can I go over now? ?”

Damian was enraged, and a blush representing anger appeared on his fair face: "Kent! Get out of my house immediately!"

Then he stopped suddenly.

A few seconds later, with the sound of dragging footsteps, Wen's face appeared at the door.She hugged the door frame, her eyes were sleepy, and she yawned continuously: "What are you doing? Arguing?"

"There was no quarrel." Damian said first, "How could you let him stay here the next day, Wen, have you thought about the consequences of doing so?"

"Considering that Kryptonians don't spread strange diseases, I can't think of any more serious consequences than an unwanted pregnancy." Wen said vaguely, "And I won't be pregnant, so, clang — there is no consequence. "

"You won't be pregnant? What does that mean?" Damian shifted his gaze to Wen's lower abdomen suspiciously, "Have you been injured?"

"It's just a small measure."

Damian's expression froze for a second or less, and then quickly recovered: "I can't imagine that you would act so irrationally. Have you ever thought about how your father feels about this?"

"Every father has to accept that his daughter will fall into the arms of another man or woman," Wen patted Damian on the head, "I suggest you start mentally preparing now, Damian, you Angry as if I were your daughter."

Connor looked at Damian who dared not speak out in surprise.

What's going on today?The little devil still dares to be angry but dare not speak up?Could it be that some wonderful changes have taken place in this world today?

Maybe he should fly out and look around, maybe he'll find the Joker shaking hands with Batman.

"This guy is sleeping with my sister!" Damian was furious, "It's outrageous!"

"Your sister slept with your mother," Connor put in. "That's outrageous."

As soon as he said it, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Wen actually didn't care one bit about him telling her what she told him, but that was because Wen's morality was seriously questionable, and she didn't care at all about the unspoken rules that should be followed in interpersonal communication.

But he really shouldn't have done it.

Damian's expression was blank: "..."

He glanced sleepily at Wen, whose face was full of "it's none of my business", and then at Connor, who was in the dilemma of not knowing what to say next.

He looked again at Wen, who shrugged at him; he looked again at Connor, who gave him a guilty smile.

Damian finally shook his head and walked away.

Wen gave Connor a look.

Connor pointed to himself, then to Wen, shaking his head.

Wen tapped the refrigerator with his chin.

Connor caved.He stopped Damian: "Hey, wait a minute."

Damian stopped, his eyes wandering on Gentle Connor's face: "What charades are you playing? Do you have a private communication code?"

"Here, you must be hungry after watching the night all night, eat it before you go back to bed." Connor put the bread and fruit salad on the plate and handed it to Damian, "You came to the kitchen to find something to eat, right? ?”

Damian stared at Wen for a while, then smiled sweetly at him.

"Tsk tsk." Damian grabbed the plate roughly, and before leaving, he didn't forget to give Connor another look.

"I'll break your communication code," he said aggressively. "Just wait and see!"

Connor walked to Wen's side, put his arms around her and watched Damian's haughty back together.

"Is it my illusion, or is this stinky brat really cute?" He said, "The relationship between you is much better than I imagined."

"After all, he's only that small." Wen gestured to Damian's current height next to his legs, "No matter how bad-tempered he is, he's just a child. Just coax him."

"He took our breakfast," Connor said.

"The refrigerator is full, so it won't take you much time to make another one." Wen said, "If you don't want to cook again, we can go to Dick's room..."

"No, no, no, that's too—" Connor paused, "That's not what you mean."

"We could go to Dick's room and steal his instant cereal," Wen said, with a ambiguous smile on her face, "but your proposal is also very interesting..."

"I'll make another one." Connor said quickly.

As long as Wen was not allowed to do things, she would not express any opinions on other people's decisions.She walked out of the room and sat across from Damian.Damian was burying his head into his bread, and it looked like he didn't plan to go back to his room for breakfast.

"You really told him everything." Damian said, his sardonic tone softened a lot because of the movement of holding the bread in his hand.

"I didn't just tell him, guess who else knows about this?"

Damian gave a slightly terrified look.

Wen laughed and decided not to tease him anymore.

She fell asleep on the dining table, and Damian quickly finished his breakfast and went upstairs to bed.

As soon as Connor came out, he saw the tableware left on the table. What happened to this family?It wasn't just Wen who left after eating alone, but everyone else?It's not that there is no dishwasher in the kitchen, it's just a few more steps... The same virtue as Wen.

He cursed Damian angrily for a while, but still reluctantly took the things away and put them in the dishwasher.

"Wake up, breakfast is ready, pasta and fried eggs, and fruit salad." Connor said, "I noticed that Alfred is not at home."

"Aff is going to pick up Tim. He is going to send Tim to fly abroad to participate in the competition. It seems to be some kind of final. It's better to have a guardian to accompany him." Wen propped his cheeks, "There will only be three of us in the whole family within five days."

Connor gave a hand that was holding the food.

"Five days? Just us? Three?" Connor was dumbfounded, "Damian is here?"

"Yes, that's right." Wen said briskly, "So remember to cook meals for three people, Damian can feed himself, but he will hate you if you let him do it himself."

"What are you going to do if I don't come?"

"Eat Damian's."

"...You can actually have a good relationship with him like this," Connor couldn't believe it. "You must be able to cast magic."