Win Wayne

"Connor," Clark said resignedly, "that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Wen."

"It's related to Wen?" Connor looked at Clark's face with interest, "Did she do something inappropriate after you rescued Wen?"

Clark was taken aback for a moment, and the three questions Wen asked him when he saw him just got stuck in his throat.

When he didn't answer, Connor showed a smiling face of "I knew it", and asked in a low voice, "When you were holding Wen, did she take the opportunity to touch you?"

Clark was caught off guard by this question: "..."

His stunned look looked a little funny, anyway, Connor laughed so loudly that he almost slapped the table.

Clark regained his composure, still speechless: "..."

"Okay, okay, look how scared you are," Connor said while suppressing a smile, "Do you think I can't see what kind of character she is after being with Wen for so long? I'm not stupid. And she said when we first got together, she likes us like this."

Clark picked up the water glass in a concealed manner, and drank the lemon soda in the glass again.

"And she also told me that she was a little interested in you before, but she didn't say a few words. It's strange that she said so little with her personality. At that time, I guessed that she must have done something...she really I touched you." Connor shook his head, "Actually, she also touched me when we first met. It seems that she didn't just do it when she was drunk."

"You don't look too bothered," Clark said.

"It's just a guess, what's the trouble? Thank God you didn't accept it. If you were her ex, I would really be troubled." Connor said loudly, "I would be very troubled-even if you had a relationship with me There's no way not to be with her."

Clark felt the store was slow to serve food.

Originally, they agreed to meet here to spend more time chatting, but now, Clark hoped that the food would be served earlier.

"That sounds sweet...wacky and sweet." Clarke smiled, "but I don't want to continue on that subject."

"Okay, okay, let me tell you the truth, I'm so calm now because I've talked about something more violent. The internal situation in their family." Connor couldn't help but go to Clark again after holding back for a few seconds I leaned closer, "Do you want to hear it? Do you want to hear it? Do you want to hear it?"

Clark swore he wanted to say no.

Gotham, Wayne's mansion.

"I refuse." Damian said angrily, "Isn't it enough to call Jason alone to apologize? Don't be too pushy, Wen, my patience has a limit."

Of course Wen knew that Damian's patience had a limit.

Isn't she just testing Damian's tolerance limit?

"Listen, Damian, you know who we are in charge of right now." Wen pointed at himself, "I dare say I am the only person in the world who can drive you to the Batmobile Willing to help you."

This is true.

Damian pursed his lips and nodded reluctantly under Wen's gaze: "Yes."

"If you want my help, you have to listen to me." Wen said, "I didn't ask you to do anything more outrageous-do you know what other people's younger brothers have to do for their elder sister? They have to wash clothes , I have to run errands, bring water to wash my sister's feet, give my sister a massage, and act as a doll for my sister, wearing a dress, make-up, jewelry and taking pictures."

Damian shivered.

"And they don't necessarily do so much because they need my sister to help with such big things, they just want to earn more pocket money," Wen thought for a while, "or they want my sister to introduce beautiful single girls to them...you You don't need me to introduce you, Damian, you're going to be as handsome as Daddy when you grow up."

Damian said, "I don't need your pocket money."

"But you want me to help you drive to the Batmobile." Wen lay down on the sofa, "Hurry up, after Tim there is Alfred, after Alfred there is Dick, there must be one of them."

Damian's expression changed.

Do you want to do this?

It's too humiliating.

He has never been so ashamed since he was born, and even the shame he felt when he was defeated by his master before he left the teacher was not as strong as it is now.

But the two stigmas are very different.When he was defeated by his master, the shame he felt was more like a cultivated hatred.

Once he has won, the ecstasy of victory will wash away some hatred.When he thinks back now, the hatred and joy at that time are so vague that he even wonders if those feelings really existed.

The humiliation he felt at the moment was more like shame.Self-ashamed, self-ashamed, and a little strange joy, and a sense of relief.

"Have you considered it?" Wen urged lazily, "You know you will agree sooner or later, right? The sooner you satisfy me, the sooner you can drive the Batmobile."

Damian dials Tim's number.

Tim put the phone to his ear: "Hello, Damian?"

"Congratulations on winning the contest," the person on the other end of the line said, coldly, "Tim."

Tim holds the phone in front of his eyes and confirms that the number is from Damian.

"Thank you," he said calmly. "Listen, Damian, now go and look in the kitchen. If I remember correctly, there's some spare instant coffee powder in the cupboard. Don't touch the coffee machine. I know you've had a lot of training, but you still shouldn't operate a machine when you're drunk. And you really shouldn't be doing it while there's no one in the house, you're too young to wait five years."

"I didn't drink!" Damian growled unbearably, "I! Also! No! Yes! Drink! Drunk!"

"Did Tim think you drank too much?" Wen twitched on the sofa with a smile, "Hahahaha... hey!"

She still rolled firmly to the ground.

The thick carpet made Wen feel no pain. She turned over on the ground and continued to laugh: "Ti-Tim thought you drank too much...Damian, he thought-he thought you drank too much !"

Damian didn't understand why this was so interesting in Wen's eyes.

"You're not drunk?" Tim said suspiciously. "What the hell is going on, Damian, Bruce isn't home, what's the trouble with you?"

Damian didn't want to continue to hear more speculation from Tim, he took a deep breath and said, "I'm calling to apologize, Tim, I'm sorry for the way I treated you when I met you. Bad. I shouldn't have acted like a jerk, and I shouldn't have beaten your hand all the time. But you're the worst in the family, and you're probably just too warm in the family..."

"Damian!" Wyn warned, "You know you're trying to please me right now, right?"

"...But it's nothing important, you are the brains of the family." Damian abruptly turned around, "you have to worry about things in the company, you are contributing to the family just like everyone else. Thank you, Tim."

"Win forced you to say that?" Tim said after listening to Damian quietly. "She really has a skill."

Damian rolled his eyes skyward.

"I appreciate your willingness to say that, Damian," Tim said, "but I won't forgive you that easily."

"Thank you. Please call Mr. Pennyworth."

Tim said: "Alfred is not here at the moment, you can call him directly."

"I can wait for him to come back. He won't go too far," Damian said. "Do you think I should call him Alfred like you?"

"No matter what you call him, he can feel your respect for him. Just like whether you call our first name or first name, we can feel your attitude towards us." Tim said, "I appreciate Wen effort, but I don't think it's necessary."

Damian didn't even think Wen was making an effort.

Wen just wanted to embarrass him!

"Of course," Tim continued, "it's also very possible that Wen didn't think too much about it at all. She just wanted you to lose face. The reasons for her wanting you to lose face should account for the vast majority."

Damian was angry, and said in his heart that this is still up to you to analyze?Anyone with a little brain can see what Wen is thinking!

"What have you been talking about for so long?" This time the change of temperature felt strange, "What did Tim tell you?"

"It's nothing." Damian replied gloomily, "He accepted my apology."

He ignored Tim's protest on the other end of the phone, hung up neatly, and re-dialed Alfred's number.

Before connecting, Damian was still struggling with how to address Alfred, but when Alfred's voice sounded, a familiar voice said, "Master Damian?"

At this moment, Damian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Pennyworth," he said, "thank you for taking care of us all the time, and thank you very much for accepting and encouraging me when I first came home."

Wen heard this when she got up from the carpet, she looked at Damian in surprise, but only saw the back of a dark head.

...I didn't expect Damian to be so normal when he was talking to Alfred.

But Damian is not only normal when he talks to Alfred. In all fairness, Damian has a good attitude when he talks to Dick-but he can't beat Dick, and Damian's attitude towards Bruce is also very good. That's right, so Wen only thought that Damian judged other people entirely by the criterion of "whether they can beat me".

Now it seems that perhaps he is not entirely the measure of force.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care.

"Hello? Dick." By the time the last call was made, Damira was quite proficient, or maybe he was so proficient that he was a little numb. "Are you busy with work recently?"

"I heard Tim tell you what you were doing today, Damian," Dick said, his voice soft and warm. "Is there anything you want to say to me? I'm listening, Damian."

"..."

Dick waited patiently for Damian to speak again.

"I don't like this, calling you one by one, saying things that I wouldn't normally say." Damian said, "But I don't like your attitude of not caring at all and not taking it seriously after receiving the call. "

He turned his head and glanced at the sofa, only to see Wen Gao holding up his phone and wearing earphones to watch the video of the little milk dog rolling.She didn't watch the video seriously, and she didn't have much patience. After watching it for a few seconds, she quit and clicked on a new video.

She didn't hear what he was saying.

Damian knew he should breathe a sigh of relief, but the reality was quite different.