Win Wayne

She walked up to them and asked cautiously: "Did you blow up the kitchen—no, if it was the kitchen, I must have woken up. Well, don't let me guess, what bad things did you do?"

"We made you breakfast," Damian said.

"You said you, Connor," Wen said, "made me breakfast with you?"

She looked at Connor, and Connor immediately explained the situation: "Damian and I made breakfast for the three of us together, he made all the salads by himself, he fried the eggs in the sandwiches, and he made the plates." set up..."

"I did most of it," Damian added, "only a small part was done by Connor."

Wen really didn't expect Damian to sacrifice so much for yesterday's agreement.

"You really want to drive the Batmobile," she said. "What's so good about the Batmobile? You all like it so much? Speaking of which, Tony also asked me about the Batmobile."

But at the time she didn't know that Bruce Wayne was her father, let alone that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

Tony repeatedly forced the topic to be on the Batmobile, and it was almost a little crazy, and she was so upset at the time.

"He asked you what happened to the Batmobile?" Damian stared at Wen nervously.

"Relax, he just asked me if there was artificial intelligence on the Batmobile, the engine and weapons of the Batmobile, and the design of the interior of the Batmobile, the paint on the outside and other crafts." Wen said, wearing it from between the two boys. It used to be, "Nothing to talk about, let's have breakfast."

"Wait, you seem to have said something I don't understand," Connor followed Wen closely, "something about letting Damian drive the Batmobile."

"Damian would love to drive the Batmobile, I promised him yesterday that as long as he behaves better, I will help him."

"How can you help?" Connor was puzzled, "Can you help? Driving the Batmobile requires identification, and you have no certification. It is unlikely that the Bat will give you the certification to drive the Batmobile. He did not give you the right Bar?"

"No," Wen said, "but I can really help here."

She gave Connor a mysterious look.

Connor looked at her puzzled, wondering how Wen would fulfill his promise to Damian.

But Wen had already sat down before breakfast, so Connor could only hold back his full stomach of questions and sat beside Wen.

His and Wen's breakfasts were separated on two plates, and it goes without saying who did it.

Damian was satisfied to see that Gentle and Connor weren't sticking together.

Yet even when they're not attached, the two are sharing what's on each other's plates.

It's as if they don't have exactly the same things on their plates.

Damian chewed his food hard and thought angrily: These two are so boring!Lovers in love are so irritating!

"Whoa," Connor said in Wyn's ear, "the atmosphere between us seems to really annoy Damien."

"He is unhappy with more than 90.00% of the things in this world. Unhappiness is part of Damian." Wen said nonchalantly, "It will be fine when he gets used to it."

Connor snickered, getting a dark glare from Damian.

So Connor quietly lowered his head and ate the mouth-warming sandwich that was brought to his mouth.

"Actually, we don't need to do this, you know your share is the same as mine, right?" He swallowed the sandwich and fed Wen an apple, "I did this because... Fuck, sharing food really A lot of fun."

"I do it because I love the way you lean up to eat from my hand and look up at me."

"You mean this look?"

Connor lowered his head, but looked up slightly at Wen's eyes, showing a naive and innocent look.

"That's it." Wen kissed him, "In addition, I also like the feeling of sharing food - simply because I think it's fun."

They laughed like someone told a joke.

Damian sat not far away by himself, rolling his eyes silently while eating his own breakfast.

Tsk tsk, idiot couple.

After eating, Wen still didn't care about anything, but this time the person serving the plate became Damian.

Needless to say, it feels addicting.Probably because Damian's usual appearance is too much to be beaten, and when he meets him obediently and submissively, the feeling is not generally pleasant.

"Quick, quick, think about what else we can ask him to do." Wen desperately elbowed Connor's chest, "Quickly think about it, I can't think of anything else we can do."

"Because you usually don't do anything by yourself." Connor complained, and really remembered.

"There doesn't seem to be much for him to do. The room is clean, not much dust, where do you hide your cleaning robots when they're not working? The gardens are also well maintained... nothing to do except three meals a day of."

Wen was disappointed: "So we can only give Damian the lunch and dinner? I think you cook better than him."

"He made the salad dressing, don't you find it refreshing?"

"The smell is a bit too strong." Wen replied in a low voice, "It's not the kind I like. But it's not bad to be honest."

"You don't have to find something for Damian to do."

"That's the Batmobile. Do you know how risky it is for me to do this?"

If the stakes weren't high enough, why was Damian running up and down for them so graciously.Smelly brother has a lot of problems, but he also has a great advantage. As long as he is sure that he is no match, he will recognize people who are not enemies very happily.

"I can't figure it out." Connor spread his hands in a bachelor's hand, "It's better for you to do this matter, it's different after all if I do it. I don't want the little devil to hate me just because of such a small thing. "

"He won't. He doesn't hate you, you're a 'strong man'." Wen raised his hands in a double-quote gesture, "This notion is disgusting."

However, speaking of this notion...

Wen did find something he could get Damian to do.

Her expression grew smug, and Connor began to sympathize with what Damian was about to face next.

"I'm leaving, I don't think what will happen next is suitable for me to see." He stood up and rubbed Wen's short hair before leaving, "Have fun, baby."

"Where are you going?" Wen asked casually. After asking, he shook his head and brushed away the short hair that fell in front of his eyes.

She swore she was really just asking a random question, and it didn't matter if Connor answered or not.

"At any rate, I was a superboy for a short time," Connor said. "I have been out of contact for so long, and I have to find time to go back and tell my acquaintances about my recent situation."

"Yes." Wen waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Connor didn't get up and leave immediately, but stopped where he was.

Wen blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"One more thing... I haven't been in touch with Superman for a long time." Connor said, "I'm going to meet him."

temperature:"……"

She thought about how Superman would feel knowing she was with Connor.

Chances are Superman already knows.

It's not certain, after all, she is regarded as Batman's daughter, and Bat himself certainly won't gossip casually.

So does Superman really know?

Maybe she shouldn't have been so blunt with her "I want to fuck you" attitude when she and Superman first met.

But she just likes men with this style... and she was just out of danger at the time, and she was a little emotional, so her words were a bit out of line.

Want to talk to Connor?If she had succeeded at the time, it must have been necessary, but she hadn't succeeded at the time. If she didn't succeed, it would be unnecessary to explain it specially.

Wen made a quick decision.

"Okay, go ahead and say hello to Superman for me." She said calmly, "By the way, thank him for saving me."

"He has saved you before? Although he always saves people everywhere, he can save you..." Connor thought of the various instances he witnessed during his life with Wen, "...I am not surprised at all. .I'll bring the words."

Wen watched his back disappear into the sky.

She turned her head and called, "Damian?"

"What else do you want me to do?" Damian stalked over from nowhere, "I won't agree to requests that are too exaggerated."

"Why would I make an exaggerated request? I'm sure I wouldn't do that kind of thing." Wen smiled and put his arm around Damian's shoulder, "I promise, this is not an exaggerated request."

This modest request has spooked many.

The first person to be frightened was Jason.

He was checking various weapons and surveillance equipment in his safe house when it happened.

It's good news for him that Bat-Old is out of Gotham again, but honestly, Batman has let down his surveillance on Wyn since he's back home.

In other words, since his actions in Gotham are no longer so fanciful and make chaos wherever he goes, Batman has relaxed a lot in tracking and intercepting him.

Jason was lucky enough to have ample time to think about whether there was a connection between his actions and the outcome he most desired.

It's a pity that he still couldn't think of a definite answer.

Damian's call came in at this moment.

"Why did you think of contacting me when you have time?" Jason sneered and sneered the first thing after he connected, "I'm so surprised that you didn't go straight to my current safe house."

"Thor...Jason," Damian said.

"You were kidnapped or something?" Jason asked strangely, "Why don't you call me Todd this time?"

Damian was holding his mobile phone, standing on the balcony expressionlessly, beside Wen who was cheering him up with clenched fists.

Jason wasn't the only one who was weird.There are people who find it weirder than him. At least the other party involved, Damian, didn't sort out the process and logic of the whole thing.

"I want to apologize to you, Jason, most of our unpleasant first meeting was my fault, and I shouldn't have laughed at your mistakes when we first met." Damian said with a deep voice , "I'm sorry, I have realized my mistake."

Jason: "..."

He fell into great shock and panic.

It's hard to say whether it was more shock or more panic.