Win Wayne

Connor quickly put it all together: "So after you ran away from home, you went to New York, made a good relationship with Tony Stark, and studied under his teaching..."

"That's right." Wen sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't find anything. Tony is also a bad guy. He knows what I'm looking for, so it's fine if he doesn't help me or give me a hint, and he even helps Bruce hide it. the truth."

She said full of resentment: "And every time I fail, he will laugh at me for not learning his skills, and then double the amount of training for me."

Connor was taken aback: "So you really helped Damian drive the Batmobile?"

"Yeah. This at least proves that I can really do something, unlike when I was investigating the cause of Jason's death," Wimpy twitched the corners of his mouth with a non-smiling smile, "That was really a lonely investigation."

This is obviously not a funny thing, but Wen's words inexplicably hit Connor's smile, he coughed hard, trying hard to hide his smile.

Wen was still lying on Connor's lap, and from this angle, it was impossible for her to see Connor's expression.

But she said as if she had discovered Connor's state: "Laugh."

Connor laughed and ruffled Wen's hair.

Sure enough, Damian was not satisfied with just three hours, and drove the Batmobile all night before returning.When he parked the car, he was still a bit reluctant: Even if he didn't have to think about it, he knew that when his father came home, he would definitely be punished a lot, and he would not have the opportunity to enter the Batcave again in a short time...

But worth it - he got to the Batmobile years ahead of schedule!

Damian went upstairs with a strange satisfaction in his arms, and bumped into Connor and Wen who were sitting on the stairs.The two hugged each other intimately, and there were two goblets at hand, the one belonging to Wen still had a lot left, and there was only a shallow layer left in Connor's.

"...why are you sitting here?"

Damian was left speechless, but the good mood of driving the Batmobile still remained, and his tone was quite gentle.

"Dad said before he left that he was on a business trip for a few days, but you've been driving around in the Batmobile," Wen shrugged. "He'll be back this morning at the latest."

Connor said, "I have to leave before Mr. Wayne gets home."

Is this why you sit on the stairs in the wee hours of the morning? !

Damian wanted to say something, but he didn't want to offend Wen at this moment.

He chose to climb over the silly couple by stepping on the handrail of the stairs, and glanced at the backs of Connor and Wen before entering his room.

They look happy, Damien thought.

The previous conversation with Wen about "who holds the upper hand" has turned in his mind, although he still insists that he is right, that one of the two must be higher and the other lower.

Kewen and Connor's set... seemed to be perfect on their own.

He changed his mind, and instead of going back to the room directly, he walked softly behind Connor.

"If you want to push me under the stairs," Connor didn't turn his head, "I advise you to quickly dismiss this idea."

Wen said, "Huh?"

She turned around and saw Damian standing behind her, so she smiled and pushed Connor aside, and then sat down by the wall by herself.

"Damian." She patted the space between them, "Sit."

"...childish." Little Damian snorted, and reluctantly sat down in the place Winter had reserved for him.

He schemingly squeezed towards Connor, but was suppressed by Connor shaking his head and pressing his shoulders: "Don't squeeze the brat, the stairs are enough for the three of us to sit."

Wen Shun picked up her own goblet and stuffed it into Damian's hand: "Here you are."

Damian stared at the half glass of wine in his hand: "..."

"I'll help you drink." Connor interrupted, "Damian can't drink alcohol yet? Damian, how old are you?"

These words immediately aroused Damian's fighting spirit. He raised his head suddenly, drank the drink, then turned his head and looked at Connor with provocative eyes: "There is nothing I can't do!"

Not to mention, although he is young, he has a lot of aura, and his fierce eyes can really bluff people.

It's a pity that Wen's words punctured all his momentum.

"You can't have a baby," she said.

Damian suddenly became angry: "..."

What about having children or not, this kind of thing——he just needs to grow up step by step!

"But it's not a big problem, don't worry," Wen put his arms around Damian's shoulders, putting most of his body weight on Damian's body, "If you can't have a baby, you can't have a good one."

They were so close that Damian could smell the faint smell of alcohol on Wen's body.

"How much did you drink?" He asked Wen, but he felt that he shouldn't ask Wen.

He turned his head and asked Connor, who was leisurely holding a bottle and pouring himself wine: "How much did she drink?"

Connor put down the wine bottle in his hand, and waved two fingers in front of Connor: "Two glasses."

"...Are you sure? Get drunk after two glasses of red wine?" Damian couldn't believe it, "Her drink capacity is too bad."

"Actually, she can drink quite well." Connor explained, "It's just that she gets slightly drunk after one drink, and she's still slightly drunk after ten drinks. She's easy to get drunk, and not easy to get drunk."

"It's not wrong." Wen pinched Damian's face, "It's you, you have a good drinker."

"I have done relevant training." Damian said lightly, "Although it is only basic training, this amount of alcohol can't interfere with my thinking and actions."

Wen imitated Damian's tone and gave a "tsk" forcefully.

"Control yourself," she said. "Boring."

Connor took the empty glass from Damian's hand, filled it and handed it to Wen.Wen took it, took a big gulp like drinking water, and put the cup aside.

Damian sat silently between the two of them.

He wanted to go, but he didn't really want to go.

Like a kitten who doesn't want to admit that it wants to be stroked, it sits proudly, with the tip of its tail dangling.

Connor gave Damian a hand and asked him, "Would you like something to eat?"

"I've eaten." Damian refused.

Connor hummed, took out a bag of biscuits from his pocket and tore it open, bit a piece himself, and gave the bag to Wen.

The two of them chewed the biscuits in this way, Damian's left side was clicking, and the right side was also clicking, accompanied by the rustling of the bag when taking out the biscuits.

Damian: "..."

While eating, Wen took out a biscuit and stuffed it into Damian's mouth.

Damian silently held the biscuit in his mouth, and after a while, a new "click, click, click" joined the ensemble of the two on the left and right.

"Have you figured out how to explain it to your father?" Damian asked.

He was not afraid of Bruce's punishment, but he couldn't figure out how Bruce would face Wen's situation.Of course Bruce didn't treat Wen like he did to him, but he didn't quite know how Wen got along with Bruce.

Wen didn't know what the consequences would be if he did something bad, which made him a little anxious.

"Explain? What should I explain to him?"

"You helped me get the Batmobile." Damian was incredulous, "Don't you think you have to explain it to him?"

Wen was even more out of order than Damian had imagined, and the extent of Wen's out of state had surpassed the limit of Damian's imagination.

Chewing innocently, she asked like a biscuit-stuffed idiot, "Why explain?"

Damian was immediately annoyed: "You..."

He wished he could grab Wen's shoulder and shake it vigorously, so as to shake all the IQ out of her body, or pry open her skull, and pour out all the wine that had been poured into her head!

Connor, who heard Gentle Damian's conversation from beginning to end, laughed beside him: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Damian immediately found the object of his anger: "Why are you laughing!"

"You, your relationship is quite good," Connor said with a smile, "I thought it was not easy for you to get acquainted, after all, the Bat family has always been very cautious and exclusive."

"She's so stupid that people can't be cautious and exclusive." Damian sneered again and again, "Can you be cautious with her?"

Wen had eaten up the chunks of biscuit and was throwing up his neck to dump the crumbs that settled at the bottom of the bag.

The opening of the bag was a bit wide, although Wen pinched the opening a little, but still accidentally poured a lot of biscuit crumbs on his face.

After Damian finished speaking, he and Connor turned their heads to look at Wen, and Wen wiped the biscuit crumbs stuck to his face while looking at Connor innocently.

Connor: "..."

He sighed feebly, and went downstairs to get a wet towel and some paper.He gave the paper to Damian, and said in Damian's weird eyes: "Wipe the biscuit crumbs on the stairs."

"There are sweeping robots."

"When Wen stepped on the soles of his feet, it would be all over the room." He said, "Wipe it, it won't waste much time."

Damian glared at him, considered the consequences of Connor's words, and slowly bent down to do so.

Wen asked for a towel to wipe her face, but Connor didn't give it to her.

He wiped Wen's face clean, and wiped his hands with Wen. Wen didn't want to wipe her hands very much. As soon as she lifted her wrist, Connor knew that she still wanted to taste the residual biscuit smell on her fingers.

"Okay," he said dumbfoundingly, "you even ate the biscuit crumbs, wipe your hands."

The two hands played chasing after each other in the towel for a while, but Wen gave up the game first, and obediently wiped his hands clean.

She wiped her hands well, and spread them out to Connor as if taking credit, giving him a sweet smile.

Connor couldn't help kissing Wen Wen's face.

After cleaning up the biscuit crumbs on the stairs, Damian, who had been watching the two people for a long time, rolled his eyes: "You are all bored, you have to give me a kiss? Chick."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Wen turned and pushed Damian down the stairs.

Connor saw the right timing, raised his hand, and picked up Damian, who almost fell through the gap of the stair railing, in his hand, and put him neatly on the stairs.

Damian: "..."

Wen was almost pushed down not because his reaction slowed down, but because Wen's speed was much faster than she imagined, it was not like the speed that someone who had not received physical training at all should have.

But the biggest reason was that he didn't expect Wen to push him suddenly.

However, even though he was almost pushed downstairs, Damian didn't even bother to say anything to Wen, but instead fired at Connor aggressively:

"I don't need your help! I can't fall from this height!"

"It's still wrong for me not to let you fall in feelings." Connor said, "But your own behavior has already answered your own questions very well. It is obvious that the person who pushed you is Wen, but you want to be angry with me , it’s the same with you, she doesn’t need to explain anything to Bruce.”

He pulled Wen Chao, who started to yawn after eating and drinking, into his arms, and said, "On the contrary, you have to think about how to explain to Bruce how you asked Wen to help you. After all, really driving the Batmobile out You're the one in the Batcave."

Damian froze for a while, wanting to refute, but couldn't find anything to refute.

He angrily went back to the room by himself.

Wen Fu lay in Connor's arms, half awake and half asleep, feeling that he was being carried and moved.She vaguely raised her hand to touch the face of the person holding her, and made sure it was Connor.

"Just now, Damian, why," she said vaguely, "Why should I explain it to my father any way I want?"

"Because you shouldn't have Damian driving the Batmobile."

"Why?" Now that Wen was more sober, she frowned, puzzled, "It's wrong to rob a bank, I know that, why is it wrong to let Damian drive the Batmobile? He was afraid that Damian would Wrecked car? He doesn't need money for another one."

"This question," Connor said calmly, "you can wait for him to talk to you in person."