Win Wayne

Even though Damian knew a little bit about eating people with short mouths, and his expression was much gentler after being fed delicious steak by Connor, but when he looked up at Wen, his expression still showed a strong hesitation The temperament of beating.

"You gave him too much." Damian said in a seasoned tone that didn't fit his age. "Take it easy, Wen."

Wen stared at him without saying a word.

Damian was a little impatient: "You didn't understand what I said?"

"I said," Wen said in a slightly odd tone, "you know he can hear us in the kitchen, right?"

Damian said arrogantly: "I'm not afraid of him."

"But in the past few days, I have to rely on him to cook." Wen pointed out the key point.

"It's just cooking, I will too!"

"You just know how to cook food and how to feed yourself," Wen pointed out again, "but Connor knows how to cook it well. You don't want to eat good food?"

Talking to Damian so persuasively gave Wen a strange feeling: it seemed that the little boy sitting not far away was just an ordinary boy, not a top assassin trained by the League of Assassins.

Damian: "..."

He glared at Wen with hatred, jumped off his chair, and ran upstairs without looking back.

"What does he do in the room every day? It's rare for boys of this age to stay in the room all the time." Wen suddenly became more curious about Damian's day, "You know that Damian What are you doing, Connor?"

"Training." Connor came out of the kitchen, carrying a small plate of white and fluffy cheesecake, "It's a pity Damian didn't stay, he missed dessert."

Wen didn't like anything too sweet, but Connor certainly couldn't make that mistake.She took a bite of the cake with confidence. The milk flavor was mellow and dense, and the sweetness was very light, but it just made the milk flavor more intense.

"You are a master chef." Wen admired, "Have you always been able to? Or just learned?"

"I just learned it a while ago. I wasn't idle when we weren't sticking together anytime, anywhere," Connor said, "What are you going to do with that wolf pelt?"

Without thinking, Wen said, "hang on the wall."

"...So we still have to buy a house in Gotham," Connor held his forehead, "I made a mistake, I shouldn't just learn cooking, I should learn more about interior design."

There is no need to be so serious, Wen thought.

She wants only one thing from the inside of her home, and that is comfort—no aesthetics, no style, and no restrictions on price.What's wrong with such a simple request?

But since everything related to the house has been handed over to Connor, he is willing to have a headache, so let him have a headache.

Wen thought that the conversation between her and Damian would end with Damian's departure, but what he didn't expect was that after dinner, Damian reopened the topic.

"Which of you two has the final say?" He asked seriously.

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What do you, a child, care about so much.

Even Bruce doesn't care who has the final say between me and Connor, what kind of mentality do you have for saying that?

"No one has the final say." Wen said, dumbfounded, "This is love, Damian, as I said before, this is not a competition-by the way, tell Connor what to tell him to take me Did you hear what his father said?"

"Tsk tsk." Damian pouted, "You didn't answer my question."

"Whoever speaks has the final say." Wen said, "Whoever has a stronger will has the final say."

"What if your attitude was equally strong and clear?"

"It's unlikely that this situation will happen, and even if it does, we can discuss it," Wen said calmly, "A cold piece of knowledge, Damian: In a normal relationship, no one is the absolute leader. Feelings are like dancing. One side advances, the other side retreats. My relationship with Connor is very normal."

Damian dismissed it and asserted, "It's impossible."

This stinky brother deserved a beating too much, Wen's hands were itchy.

However, considering that the education Damian received in the League of Assassins could not be normal, she suppressed the urge to slap Damian's head hard.

"Why is it impossible?" Wimpy asked with a half-smile.

"It's impossible to negotiate and negotiate, there must be someone who is the leader," Damian said, "like my mother and grandfather—"

Wen gasped.

Damian's voice paused.After all, he was not a naive person, and he understood why Wen was so shocked almost instantly.

"—they have competed with each other for the position of leader of the Assassin League for many years."

Wen was subtly disappointed.

"The example you gave is completely inappropriate. Couples and relatives get along differently." Wen said, "So it's inappropriate to use this example to convince me. Change it. How about changing it to your father and your mother?"

"My mother wanted my father to stay in the League of Assassins, and my father didn't want to kill people. The disagreement caused the relationship to break down." Damian said, "This is what happens to lovers who are 'discussed and discussed' as far as I know. Believe it or not , there were quite strong feelings between father and mother, and these feelings still exist, but there is still no possibility of redemption after their separation."

Wen understood what Damian meant: "So you think, if one of Bruce and Thalia could—had an absolute leadership position at the beginning, their relationship would not have come to this point."

"It's not 'I think,' it's a fact."

In fact, Damian's words are quite reasonable, and Damian ignored a very important prerequisite.

"However," Wen pointed out the condition slowly, "Bruce and Thalia are both people with strong personalities and clear bottom lines, and Connor and I are people with low bottom lines and easy to compromise on things that don't matter. They There must be a leader between us, and Connor and I just..."

Everything is negotiable.

Damian looked at Wen with a strange expression.

"You two don't think you two are people with a strong character and a clear bottom line?" He seemed to find this incident very interesting, and smiled very quickly.

"It's incomparable to the level of Brustalia." Wen still couldn't help reaching out his hand, but instead of patting Damian, he touched his face.

"Have you been training long?" she said.

"Not very long."

"Don't always hide in the room when it's not long, come out and be with us." Wen said with a smile, "It happens that Dad and Dick are not at home, and no one cares about us. Is there anything you dare not do when Dad is at home? A successful thing? Now is the time for us to do it on the sly!"

Damian's emotions were immediately mobilized.

"The Batmobile," he said excitedly. "Let me drive the Batmobile!"

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She couldn't help looking at her thighs.

Damian is only about the height of her thighs, so small, and wants to drive the Batmobile... You can't touch the ground with your feet in the driver's seat, Damian.

"The driver's seat of the Batmobile is height-adjustable!" Damian exclaimed angrily. "And I can drive it! I know how to do it!"

No, it's not a question of will you and you know, it's a question of things going a little too far.

Wen thought that what Damian wanted to do while Bruce was away was nothing more than sneaking out in the middle of the night... Unexpectedly, although this stinky brother is still young, his ideas are not small at all.

"If you behave well in the next time," Wen reluctantly agreed, "I can try to help you."

"That `s a deal."

Damian raised his hand in a dignified manner.

Wen held Damian and shook him briefly and forcefully: "It's a deal."

On the second day, Damian really behaved very well-behaved—in fact, as long as he kept silent, sat quietly on the sofa, read a book, and played with his mobile phone, he was already well-behaved.

Connor was taken aback by Damian when he went downstairs to make breakfast.

"Good morning." Damian greeted first.

He wore a long-sleeved T-shirt embroidered with snow leopards, a denim jacket over it, and matching jeans.It looked too good for his age, and it made Connor uncomfortable.

"Well, good morning," he said hastily.

He held his fingers in mid-air a few times, and raised them again, wanting to touch his nose or hair, but after he raised his hands, he felt that it was too deliberate to pretend to be relaxed.The prince had no choice but to put his hands on his chest, leaning against the wall, and said, "Did you sneak out last night?"

"No, I slept in my room last night." Damian said, "What's for breakfast?"

Connor had never felt so strongly that his arms around his chest were not in the right position, he was holding them too tightly.He must be hugging too tightly, otherwise how could he be so hard to breathe?

"Grilled sausage sandwiches, egg rolls, and vegetable salad." Connor tried to smile, "That's what I planned. But you can also order food."

How stupid!Why did he say that!

"You can order food too"?What kind of talk is this?He's not a chef or a housekeeper, he should eat whatever he does!

"I really like these, I'll eat whatever you do." Damian said obediently, "Do you want me to help?"

He didn't just talk about it.

He got off the sofa and walked in front of Connor, walking briskly, with his hands hanging loosely by his sides—how could he act so naturally! ?

"Huh? Uh, this..." Connor put down his hands wrapped around his chest again, and he coughed, "Okay, come in with me."

Damian is so short he can't even reach the tabletop.Connor was still thinking about what task to assign to Damian, when he saw him trotting out of the kitchen.

"Just wandering around in the kitchen is not helping... oh, you're moving the stool." Connor said, looking around, "Well, Damian, how about you, uh, how about you make a vegetable salad ?”

He went to the refrigerator to take out the vegetables, and put the raw part in front of Damian: "This part is cut up, and I will cook the other part a little bit."

Connor turned to get a knife for Damian, but there was already one missing in the drawer.

"I can make the sauce." Damian said, holding up the missing knife, "How about I make the sauce?"

Connor heaved a sigh of relief when he was willing to take the initiative to do work on him: "Of course, no problem."

Wait Wen yawned and walked down the stairs, and what he saw was Connor and Damian standing side by side at the end of the stairs.The two boys, one tall and one short, looked up at him, and Damian had a smile on his face that made Wen's skin crawl.

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