Win Wayne

He was filled with an emotion he could not describe.

Just like the emotions he felt when he won the masters who taught him, but learned that every master who lost to him was solved by his mother.

This emotion made him feel vulnerable, and his vulnerability made him unable to control his anger.

"I know, Damian, I can understand," Dick said, his voice a little laughing, "everyone in the family came from the mood you're in right now. When we were young, Bruce made us feel like nothing we said was worth taking seriously, he was always asking more questions, listing higher demands, and no matter how hard we tried and how serious we were, we never felt him Proud and satisfied with us."

"I don't know what you mean by that," Damian said.

"They're not used to saying 'I know you're sorry, I accept your apology,'" Dick replied. "It's not, especially to you. And there's no one in the family who can really hate you, I mean, Come on, Damian—Forget it Tim, he's not good at force, but you really think Jason can't beat you? He just didn't kill you."

Damian said without thinking, "He shouldn't underestimate his enemy."

"That's the problem, Damian," Dick said. "He doesn't see you as an 'enemy' when you attack him."

"But it's the first time we've met." Damian was confused. "Just because my father took me home, doesn't he regard me as an enemy? I didn't hold back at all when I attacked him."

"You don't have to do anything to get understanding and support," Dick replied. "That's what family is."

"Tsk tsk," Damian snorted, "I don't believe this. I bet even Wen won't be fooled by this thing."

Dick didn't argue with Damian, he reminded, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

"Thank you for all the things you've done for me," Damian replied, "You took the time to practice with me, looked after me during night training, and smoothed things over when I was about to fight with the guys... ...things like that."

"You're welcome," Dick said. "We're family."

Damian put the phone away, walked over to Wen, and pulled off one of her earphones.

"I did." He said aggressively, "The Batmobile!"

"I'm sorry I only listened to Jason and Tim, and I know the latter two are definitely not interesting." Wen said, "It's impossible for Alfred and Dick to embarrass you, and Alfred won't talk about it. I guess, did Dick try to coax you with his goofy accent?"

Damian's face was ashen as expected: "..."

"But you still did everything I asked you to do. You did a good job," Wen said, patting Damian's little head with his hands. If such advantages have already lit up your whole being."

Although Wen said words of praise, Damian didn't really feel the joy of being praised.

He pouted under Wen's finger.

"Okay, now let's get the Batmobile you want." Wen rolled over from the sofa, "Do you know where the Batmobile is? It smells like I won't blame you Damian, you are responsible for facing Batman's wrath!"

Damian can't control so much anymore, he is thinking about the Batmobile that he is about to get - even if he can only drive it for a while, it is still considered a success!

"I'll take you there." He proactively walked ahead.

The Batcave is just below Wayne's main house, and this is the first time Wen has been to this place.Damian turned off the various monitoring devices in the Batcave in advance, but he still reminded Wen:

"I can't turn it all off, it'd be too noticeable... what are you doing?"

He looked in shock at Wen who pointed his face at the camera not far away.

"This camera is like a mirror, Damian, why don't you bother?"

Damian misunderstood Wen: "It won't reflect light."

"I'm not talking about reflections, but it's like a mirror. When you pass by it, you can't help but look in the mirror and see what's wrong with your face?"

Damian: "..."

He endured the humiliation and said, "We don't have the habit of parrots."

Wen happened to know this knowledge point.

Parrots are pets that need company very much and are afraid of loneliness. Their IQ is just at the level where they can recognize that the reflection in the mirror is of the same kind, but they can’t tell that the parrot in the mirror is themselves. Hang a small mirror in the cage.

She snorted softly, and she couldn't hold back before moving away from the camera, arranging her hair a little.

"The Batmobile is over here," Damian hurried towards the garage, but before taking a few steps, he turned around helplessly.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked resentfully, "You're looking at—oh, those things are really worth seeing. These are souvenirs from my father's collection, and there is a story behind every souvenir."

"He put Jason's uniform in the display case," Wen said.

She had known for a long time that the cause of Jason's death was not a car accident, but out of fear and escape, she never seriously understood what Jason had gone through before he passed away.

The uniform was battered, with dust and blood hiding its bright colors.Wen couldn't imagine what kind of pain Jason had experienced before he died. Just looking at the torn uniform, she felt sour and cold in her joints.

It seemed that there was a fire burning, and it seemed that there was ice freezing her.

Damian was speechless.

He walked behind Wen and looked up at the uniform with Wen.The indifferent white light hits the fabric, and this scene is like a shot in a documentary, cold, indifferent, without any emotion, just showing what happened in a straightforward manner.

"It took me many years to find out what happened." Wen said without looking back.

She was pasted in front of the glass cabinet, and all kinds of sentences mocking bats written on the uniform with red spray paint came into view. She frowned and read them, but these words did not leave any impression in her mind.

So she read them again, this time slowly and carefully, but when she finished, the words faded away again, like soil washed by a flood.She could smell the fishy smell in the soil, she could smell the stench of something rotting, she could sense the sticky dampness to the touch...but she couldn't remember any sentences.

She read it again, probably many times this time.She whispered the words on her uniform, and she was sure she read them and heard them, but her memory was still a little blank.

"Wen." Damian said, he stood on tiptoe, tried his best to raise his arm and patted Wen's back, "Don't look at it. It's over."

Wen turned around, stared at Damian's pair of blue eyes that were very similar to hers, and said seriously: "It won't pass, Damian."

She gave up trying to memorize the sentence on the uniform.

Why not give up?She has always given up so easily. After all, anything that hinders happiness is not worth doing. There is nothing more important than happiness in this world.

There is nothing in this world that is more worthy of her pursuit than happiness.

"Let's go, let's go to the garage. Let me see what the Batmobile looks like after you have sacrificed so much," Wen hummed. There are obvious changes in appearance, and I don't know what this generation of Batmobile looks like..."

Maybe she once rode this generation of the Batmobile.

Damian took her to the garage without saying a word, and handed his computer to Wen: "You don't have a computer you are used to, so use mine first."

"I can use anything, the computer is just a tool for me." Wen said, she moved her fingers, "Let me take a look at the authentication system first... Ah, very good, it really is a version from a few years ago, this kind of Ways are a bit out of date in my world, I think..."

She relaxed her body and left everything to instinct.

It felt like pushing through a cloud.

Her blunted senses came alive again, and what she had been blind to before came into view again.

They felt so familiar to her, so old, yet so new—

She felt omnipotent, but the increased clarity of her senses made her aware not only of this, but also of how broken she was.

The desire for control swelled in the illusion of omnipotence and the feeling of being out of control because of the stronger sense of brokenness became entangled together, as if weightless on flat ground, Wen bit his lower lip until his teeth embedded in the skin, and blood beads were faintly visible.

"Wen?" Damian whispered, looking nervously at the screen, then at Wen's pale face, "Are you all right, Wen?"

Wen didn't hear Damian's voice.

Because another person spoke.

The slender phantom approached slowly, with steps as light as dancing.Wen smiled a little, and said to her in his heart: Long time no see.

Wendy said: "Long time no see. Just let me come."

She easily took over the laptop with her hand, typing on the keyboard smoothly.

"Go to sleep." Wendy said calmly, "Let me do this kind of thing. You were not born for this, this part of the ability belongs to me more, if you want to use it, you will feel dizzy..."

In her flat voice, Wen closed his eyes.

Damian found that Wen's actions had changed, becoming more decisive, and even her way of thinking about breaking the system had changed.

If he could still understand the previous duel as a bystander, what is displayed on the screen now only makes him confused.

The difference is like the previous Wen who planned to forcefully break through the gate and break in from countless gunpoints aimed at her; but now Wen has become as quiet and nimble as dust, riding the wind and flying from a higher height. to observe every detail of this heavily guarded fortress from a unique angle.

She was looking for a weakness, and Damian could see that, but all the steps beyond that were incomprehensible.

"It's easier than I thought, okay, wait for three seconds to open the door." Wendy said, she stared at the screen tightly, "Listen to me counting down, Damian, go press the button on the door, three, two, one!"

Damian clapped his hands.