Win Wayne

"Who knows?" Wen said. "Maybe there is such a thing."

She fiddled with the phone lightly, and Connor came out after finishing the tasks in the kitchen.He looked in the direction upstairs, and suddenly thought about it: "So in the next few days, I have to take care of the two of you alone?"

"If you think it's troublesome, you can leave Damian alone. That kid will not be hungry and thirsty if he is thrown into the desert unarmed." Wen said, "But he will really hate you. I'm not kidding."

"Why should he think I should—"

Wen tapped himself with the tip of his finger.

"—Oh, okay." Connor was a little sullen, "To be honest, I have considered this situation, I just didn't expect it to come so early."

Wen asked curiously, "What's going on?"

"In the face of bats and bat-bats who don't like me," said Connor gloomily, "you have no idea how hard they are to please."

"Then don't please, just do what I ask you to do." Wen leaned on Connor's shoulder, "Why do you always make simple things complicated?"

"Honey," Connor kissed the top of Wen's head, "I have no problem with your lifestyle, but one of us must think more."

Wen commented: "You sound like a lawyer, and you're not the type to lower your voice and say 'I object' in a sexy tone."

Connor's focus was a little off: "Do you think lawyers are sexy?"

"Not all lawyers, but the best ones," Wen concedes after a moment's reflection, "the most brazen, unashamed ones, racking their brains for the tiniest hole in an opponent's confession, If you can't find it, you will try your best to frame it, slander and discredit it as much as you can, and sell everything in order to win the lawsuit, even if you give your mother as a gift..."

"Whoa," Connor said, "you've never shown a tendency to do that before, honey."

"I told you about Thalia and Harley," Wyn said. "Isn't that undisclosed?"

Connor stood up straight: "That's not what you did."

"It doesn't count? Why doesn't it count?"

"Because of Wendy."

"By the way, we haven't seriously discussed Wendy's matter." Wen thought for a long time, "What do you think of Wendy?"

"I never even met her, I just knew she existed," Connor said.

In fact, it’s not just that what Wendy said was never discussed, or what Connor said was never seen—but Connor has indeed known Wendy’s existence for a long time, as early as when they met in Iceland, Connor knew Got to know "Wendy".

But that was known from Wen's voice.

At the time, Connor thought Wen was on the phone with someone.

"Because I don't think there's anything else to say." Wen said, she walked out of the kitchen, and Connor followed, watching her go all the way to the wine cabinet and take out two bottles of wine from the wine cabinet.

After taking it out, Wen handed him the bottle, and Connor couldn't laugh or cry: "Two bottles? Are you sure?"

"Let's go," Wen said, "I can't finish drinking and taking a bath."

Connor opened the drink, Wen took it, raised his head and took a sip.

"Are you okay? I remember when we first met you were drunk after two or three sips..." He was a little worried.

"Whiskey and vodka count as alcohol, and this stuff is alcoholic beverages at best. And it's not just two or three sips? That's more than 200 milliliters—well, I'll stop before I get drunk." Wen said, "Speaking back to Wendy. "

She shook the wine bottle in her hand and thought for a while.

"Do you mind her?" she asked.

"As long as you don't switch casually, I'm fine." Connor answered seriously, "If she also needs free time, we can arrange it, and you can alternately use your body or something—but I find it hard to accept. She's also in a relationship. That's weird."

"Great, we have no differences at all." Wen took another sip of wine, "Wendy doesn't want a body, nor does she want her own life, she doesn't even want to continue to exist."

"Then is she like a camera pointed at you 24 hours a day?" Connor imagined, "I can accept the camera, but it's two different things if the camera has a mind."

"She's not a camera," Wen sighed, "Wendy is more like... more like an idea hidden in my heart. It's like a whimsy that pops up in people's minds many times, or A divide. When I stand in front of the wine cabinet and think about whether I should open a red wine or a white wine, both ideas are very attractive to me, but in the end I still only choose one wine.”

Connor kept up with the rhythm: "So you guys are doing the 'little devil and little angel' set? It's just that the little devil or little angel in your head really has its own consciousness?"

"That's right!" Wen clapped her hands happily, but she couldn't make a crisp clap due to the wine bottle in her hand.

Connor immediately held up his hand to her.

Gentle Connor clapped his hands, this time the crisp sound was genuine.

They all paused for a moment after the crisp sound, and laughed in unison.Wen took the lead in raising the wine bottle in his hand: "Cheers!"

"Cheers - no kidding baby, you can't drink it all."

"I'm joking too, I can't drink this bottle of wine in one go without breathing."

They each took a sip of wine and put the bottle aside.

"Going out for a stroll?" Connor tilted his head.

Wen wasn't much of a fan of going out, but whatever, they'd been a little crazy last night, and they'd done both when they woke up and started drinking right after breakfast, and there was nothing wrong with going out now.

"Okay." Wen agreed happily.

This may or may not be a date.Well, it's a date, but a normal date.

They drove a convertible from the garage of the main house. Wen was very fond of the mermaid-like smooth lines of this car, and its orange-red spray paint was also quite eye-catching... Wen believed that Bruce must have bought it for him. A gift that a certain girlfriend didn't have time to send out.

Orange red is not in Bruce's aesthetic at all, and its shape is too petite and cute.

They went to the downtown park, where luxury cars didn't seem to be seen very often, and they were surrounded by crowds when Wen and Connor got out of the car together.

The crowd looked at them in amazement, whispering to each other, Wen looked around absently, and said to Connor, "Let's find a place with fewer people."

Connor suppressed a smile: "Do you know what they are talking about?"

"I heard the word 'Wayne'. I'm probably talking about how similar my appearance is to my father, or I'm asking people around me when my father's extra illegitimate daughter will come out." Wen put his arms around Connor, "Help me block the camera."

Such a request will of course not be denied.

They quickly avoided the sight of everyone and walked deep into the park.

This place is overgrown with weeds and overgrown shrubs. There is actually an abandoned sports field in front of it. All kinds of sports equipment are scattered around, so decayed that it is hard to see the original appearance.

Wen heard the animal's low, warning howl.

"There are wolves here," Connor said calmly. "A small pack, and a few more. Do you want a pup to play with?"

"Please, if I want a wolf cub to play, Damian is at home. He can basically satisfy all my fantasies about a wolf cub, the only difference is that he is not a wolf but a human." Wen rolled his eyes, "I'm a little Not sure why we're here. Why were we here before?"

Connor pointed out the key point: "You are leading the way."

That's right.

"I was basically just wandering around where there weren't many people," Win admits. "I kind of regretted not coming out with a hat or sunglasses. Almost everyone was staring at me, and they had to call friends." Invite everyone around to watch it together, do you really think I am an animal in a zoo?"

"At least they have to buy a ticket when they go to the zoo, honey, they don't think you need to buy a ticket."

"No," Wen said absently, "The zoo in New York requires a ticket to enter, and the zoo in Gotham City is free."

"Then they will have no reason not to see you. You can go to the zoo at any time. A beauty like you is rare in a lifetime."

"Hmm—" Wen was still a little absent-minded.

This time Connor began to pay attention to Wen's attitude.It's not that there's anything wrong with Wen's absent-minded attitude, man, this is Wen, being absent-minded and doing what you want is simply Wen's factory setting, but Wen is always happy when facing his compliments.

He picked Wendy up and said, "Are you still thinking about Wendy? I thought we had reached a consensus tacitly?"

"Wendy? No, no, not Wendy. We have nothing against her."

"Actually, I have a problem. Will she whisper bad things about me to you?"

"She was just too busy complaining about her dad and brothers," Wen said. "Basically, in various ways, saying 'I know I'm wrong but how could my family treat me like this' and 'Let me chew the bitter past alone and leave the future to you'."

"...It sounds like Wendy is difficult to deal with."

"Well," Wen stared ahead with a serious expression, "do you think we should buy a house?"

This topic is turning too fast.

But Connor has always been able to keep up with Wen's rhythm: "You mean in Gotham?"

"Of course Gotham, we already have a place to live in New York," Wen said, "I think it is necessary to buy a house in Gotham. First and foremost, there is only Damian at home recently. So you are willing to live in Wayne's main house until the other family members come back..."

Connor's expression changed: "We have to buy a house in Gotham."

"Very good." Wen leaned on Connor's chest with satisfaction, "You are in charge of house viewing, buying, design, decoration and all other processes, and I'm in charge of swiping the card. It's my own card, not the one given by Dad."

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, where did you get the money?"

Gentle Connor looked at each other.

"Wendy earned all the money. Although I don't know what she did specifically, getting so much money without capital in a short period of time can only be some means of walking in a gray area... I won't be proud of it So I didn't pay attention at all." Wen said weakly, "But I still have a vague impression that she...uh, I, maybe, cracked some Stark Group designs and sold them."

"Stark still thinks you're pretty good?"

Wen said, "That's Tony! You know, his moral bottom line is only a little bit higher than mine."

By the way, they brought a complete wolf skin with them when they went back.