Win Wayne

The garage door opened.

Silent.

In the thick silence, Wendy and Damie quietly watched the Batmobile gradually revealing its true face.The cool-toned light illuminates the pitch-black body without any reflection.

This kind of scene with neither reflections nor sound effects really effectively reduces the momentum.

Wendy smiled lightly, then handed the laptop back to Damian: "I blocked the alarm system, if you don't want your father to find out that you secretly drove the Batmobile, remember to return within three hours. If you don't care, just play around .”

When Damian took over the computer, he found that a countdown was set in the middle of the screen, and the time was exactly three hours.

He raised his head, stared at Wendy, and asked her, "Who are you?"

Wendy turned her head slightly, raised her chin, and cast a sideways glance at Damian from top to bottom with her eyes downcast.

This is of course a very simple movement, but this simple movement is done by her, so people can't take their eyes off it.

Perhaps it is because her every move reveals a sense of dance-like delicacy, and she is undoubtedly a delicate dancer, and the emotions expressed by body language have surpassed all words.

Damian had goosebumps.

If he had doubts about his own judgment before, then at this moment he was [-]% sure that the person in front of him was definitely not Wen -- Wen Ke had never had such a side!

Wen is...Wen is the kind of girl born out of savagery. No matter how beautiful her appearance is, she can't hide her randomness and roughness; but the person in front of her is an absolute greenhouse flower. Anyone can judge her high-society, judgmental vitriol at the first sight of her.

"Who are you?" he asked, "Where is Wen?"

"Don't be too nervous, Damian, I just opened the door for you. It shouldn't be difficult for you to maintain the minimum respect and courtesy," Wendy said, "I'm Wendy."

Damian wasn't sure if he'd heard the name before - but he could feel the name was familiar, and the familiarity grew stronger as he remembered it.

The familiarity grew to an unsettling level.

"I know you." Damian blurted out, "Wendy, Wendy...I've heard that name before."

But no matter how hard he recalled, he couldn't think of where he heard the name.It was as if the name had been thrust into his mind suddenly, or that the name had always been in his memory and he just remembered it.

"Really." Wendy's reaction was very cold, "Go, the Batmobile you've been thinking about is right in front of you."

Damian still stared at Wendy with elusive eyes.

"Where is Wen?" he asked again, "Is she safe now?"

Wendy didn't answer this question, but turned her head and looked at Damian carefully.

really small.Small and stubborn, he can't take a good look at people, and his eyes are either staring fiercely or squinting mockingly.

He also refused to talk properly, either arguing with his father or arguing with Dick.

As soon as she was brought home by her father, she easily got what she never got.

But Wendy doesn't really hate Damian, although she doesn't like this bad-tempered kid very much either.

Sometimes, seeing Damian arrogantly rejecting everyone's good intentions with his face up, she was bored, funny, and occasionally pitiful.

There were also times when she believed that she was being indulged and favored, so she was extra unscrupulous.

"When you were young..." Wendy said, she stopped abruptly in the middle of her sentence, and smiled self-consciously.

Wen Rumeng shook his head when he woke up.

"Is the door open, Damian? Why are you still here?" She rubbed her eyes that were sore from overuse in a daze, "You only have three hours, not enough to turn Gotham around of it."

She put down her hand, and Damian saw Wen's red eye circles.

He was struggling to make a choice between asking Wendy about the previous "Wendy" immediately, or driving the Batmobile first-this decision was more difficult than Damian imagined, he originally thought he could He thought about it in the blink of an eye, but the truth is that it probably took him less than half a minute.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked suspiciously.

"I'm fine." Wen nodded affirmatively.

Damian stared at her for a few more seconds, and finally rushed into the garage under Wen's eyes wondering if there was something wrong with his head again.

The Batmobile flew silently into the darkness like a real bat.

Wen stood there for a while, then turned around and looked around the Bat Cave.There are things she is not familiar with here: all kinds of large screens, densely packed buttons of different colors on the console, various weapons sealed in glass cabinets, and extremely suspicious-looking trinkets...

Wendy stood beside her, looking at the Batcave with her.

"It's nothing to look at." Wendy said, "The style here is much more retro and eerie than Tony's office."

Wen agreed, but said nothing.

"I used to really want to know what my father was doing, but now that I really know, I can't muster the strength to understand." Wendy said again, "I just want an answer."

Wen was noncommittal.

The hall was empty, and the lights made her pale.The long-lost dizziness and vomiting made her unable to speak up, and resisting these pains had exhausted her energy, and she really couldn't devote more attention to other things.

"Let's go." Wendy whispered, "Our phobia has struck."

Wen also wanted to leave, but a burst of courage and strength made her stay where she was despite the extreme tension.

Can you see what's written on Jason's uniform?She asked Wendy in her heart.

"We can all see," Wendy replied, "You just can't remember."

Wen Shen breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and took a last look at the uniforms of Jason and the second-generation Robin that belonged to the past, and left the Batcave.

"Win!" Connor greeted him, "You really let Damian drive away the Batmobile?! Wow, this is too... I really don't know how Bruce will react..."

Wen rushed into his arms, wrapping his arms around Connor's neck tightly.

Connor hugged her back for no apparent reason.

He didn't ask what's wrong with you, but kissed Wen Wen's hair and asked her: "Do you want to go to a place other than Gotham to relax?"

Wen buried his head in Connor's arms, and said softly, "I don't want to go anywhere."

"Okay." Connor said, he picked Wen up by the waist and carried him all the way into the garden.

"I went to see Superman," he said, "and I told him about us."

"Hmm." Wen replied vaguely.

"He smashed a glass and it splashed all over the place." Connor chuckled. "What the hell did you do to scare him like that? Baby, huh?"

"..."

He didn't hear Wen Na's rebuttal without guilt, but at the same time he didn't hear Wen's slightly flattering explanation, and he immediately felt that the matter was getting serious.

"I found that you don't like to cry very much." He stroked Wen's cheek and said, "For such a long time, if you cry when you are sick, you haven't cried a few times in front of me. No matter how angry or sad you are, you will never cry." endure."

"...I don't like to cry." Wen whispered.

She sounded listless, like a flower that had been blissfully open but had been exposed to the harsh sun for a day.

"Why don't you like to cry?" Connor asked curiously, "Isn't it good to cry?"

"I cried many times when I was young, but later I found out that crying was useless, and I would be seen crying." Wen murmured, "I didn't like crying anymore. I'm pretty good at pretending to cry, but in front of you I don't like crying." Don't pretend to cry."

"Damian had a great time today," Conner said.

"Isn't it just the Batmobile?" Wen said, "I've even worn Tony's battle armor, and Tony offered me to try it, and I'm not so happy."

"Tony likes you."

"Seven points are because he really likes me, and three points are because he knows Bruce is my father." Wen also gradually became interested in talking, "Having a father who is too influential has this kind of shortcoming. The first reaction is always: Oh, this is Wayne's daughter."

"I'm similar, but I don't have the ambition to surpass my father." Connor is very open about this, "Everyone always regards surpassing their father as a necessary condition for finding themselves, or a goal to strive for, but I think this Completely bewildered by my father's accomplishments."

"I'd rather be myself," he said.

Wen laughed in his arms, and the laughter was muffled: "In the end you may find that you are really bad, or you are just pieces."

"Then the first step after I found myself was to accept myself." Connor said freely, "Anyway, I wouldn't take my father as the goal of my struggle. That would be too stupid. Don't tell Tim that."

"We won't tell him." Wen immediately touched Connor's chest and solemnly swore, "Have you grown bigger here?"

Connor: "..."

Very good, it seems that he has regained his emotions, and he has become the out-of-shape Wen again.

Wen touched it for a while, and the atmosphere gradually changed. Connor's throat rolled, and he was struggling to stop Wen immediately and choose another option.

But Wen suddenly reined in and asked Connor a question: "Do you have a dream?"

"No." Connor said regretfully after thinking carefully, "Even if I say that I don't aim to surpass my father, I will still be influenced by my father. It is difficult for me to find anything else under his aura that can be called a dream." target."

Wen raised his body a little, tugged at Connor's shoulders, and motioned him to bow his head.

"What are you trying to say? Your dream?" Connor lowered his head.

"My mom is a dancer," Wen said in Connor's ear.

"Ballet?" Connor had seen the dance studio in Wen's apartment in New York, but what attracted his attention at the moment was something else, "Do you know who your mother is?"

"Of course I know, I've seen all her performances, as well as the practice videos of her student days." Wen said, "I really want to be as good a dancer as her."

"You dance very well." Connor praised without hesitation.

"When I graduated from ballet school, everyone who saw me dance said I was going to be a ballet star, I was going to dance better than my mother," Wen said, "but I didn't join any dance troupe after graduation. .”

"What happened?"

"Jason died," Wen said. "I don't believe he died in a car accident. I want to know the real reason."

This choice is not difficult to make.