Win Wayne

Wen announced loudly: "Talk, talk! I'm not afraid to talk!"

She fell asleep after the rhetoric.

Naturally, it is impossible for Bruce not to know that Damian drove his Batmobile to Gotham all night. This matter has spread throughout the family following Damian's earth-shattering phone calls. It is estimated that everyone Those who received the call solemnly recorded the audio, and hid the audio file in a place where it would never be easily found——

Obviously, this incident will become a lifelong stain on Damien, and jokes about this incident will be casually brought up at any festival, any family gathering, and then provoke a lot of laughter.

Damian is still too naive in this regard. He has never experienced the atmosphere of a normal family, and he doesn't know that laughing at each other's embarrassing things is a necessary item.

Bruce didn't get a call from Damian, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the event in the slightest: he found the recordings from where Dick, Jason, Tim, and Alfred hid their files, and talked with gusto. After listening to it over and over again, he used these calls to pass the time all the way back to Gotham.

Damian was really naive.

The private plane flew across the foggy sky of Gotham, and the sun slanted on the window.Pale gold dyed the gray-black clouds eerie and gorgeous, like a scene from a cult movie.

When he walked into the main house, Connor was leaning on the sofa idly checking the mobile game record list.

"Connor," Bruce said, stopping.

He tried to make his surprise that Connor was still here and not leave more obvious, but Connor just shrugged and smiled lazily.

"It's not easy to convince me that you didn't install surveillance equipment in the lobby." He said with a little sarcasm, "Of course, I absolutely believe that you only installed surveillance equipment in the lobby."

Bruce stared at his face calmly, as if trying to find Connor's flaws: "Long time no see."

"You were in uniform the last time we met officially, and I'm not Connor, I'm Superboy. I actually kinda like that nickname, even though it sounds too Superman-like, you know, just Robin sounds like Batman's sidekick, and Superboy sounds like Superman's sidekick."

"We all know that Superman is a lone ranger." Bruce said calmly, "Superman and Wonder Woman are both lone rangers. They don't like to cooperate with others, and they are not used to cooperating with others."

"And the Bat-Family is a group that really has an inseparable cooperation." Connor sighed, "That's why I was so nervous about meeting you, you work very closely together, and the relationship between you is also very strong." It looks more intimate than outsiders, so you can confidently intervene in some things that shouldn't be intervened... such as feelings."

Bruce sat down on the sofa across from Connor.

His original plan was to go to the Batcave after entering the door to check the extent of the garage being cracked, and then consider how to deal with it correctly.

It wasn't Damian that gave him a headache, it was Wen.

Damian's punishment is easy to think of, grounding, plus a little socially enforced task, is enough for the little guy to be in pain for a long time.How can Wen be punished?No, punishing her is not a priority, because there is a bigger problem on Wen's side waiting for him to solve.

Make her realize that she is doing it wrong.

Bruce thinks he's smart, but it still hurts his brain.

"I didn't meddle in her relationship." Bruce shook his head with a smile, "I won't meddle in Wen's love life, unless the relationship is actually of no benefit to her."

Doesn't this mean "to intervene in feelings", Connor slandered, resisting the ridicule and sarcasm directed at this sentence.

And what made him more concerned was the meaning behind Bruce's words.

"You mean it's good for her to be with me?" He eyed Bruce suspiciously, "Are you still the Bruce Wayne I knew, the same Bruce Wayne who had a secret identity and turned into Batman at night? "

"I'm the Bruce Wayne you know," Bruce said, "and you're the Conor Kent I know."

Connor played with the phone, holding a finger against the corner of the phone and turning it like a basketball.

He lost his mind for a few seconds, got up and asked, "Coffee?"

"White water is fine." Bruce said lightly, "You can stay here with Wen, I don't have much of a problem with that, and I don't think Tim has any problem either."

"Damian doesn't like me very much," Connor said, and he laughed to himself after saying this, "But Damian is that stinky face that no one can look down on, so what the heck."

He made himself coffee and brought Bruce a glass of water when he returned to the living room.

Wen had a good night's sleep.

It seemed to be a dream, but the specific content of the dream was not very clear.Unlike the previous dreams, she couldn't remember any details, and after thinking about it carefully, there didn't seem to be any clear plots.

After she opened her eyes, she lay on the bed and continued to be in a daze, trying to dig out the specific content of the dream from a certain corner of her mind.

Unfortunately, hard work never guarantees success.

Wen's brain ached from thinking about it, but she still couldn't recall the dream she had last night.

Forget it, let it be like this, she gave up, anyway, every time she dreams, nothing good happens in her dream, she just sees how Wendy and Wendy's family perform "It's hard to speak", "It's hard to say" We all love you, but we just have secrets that we can’t tell you”, “I know you have secrets, but I just hold back my energy and don’t press them”……

These contents are more than enough to make ten seasons of TV series.

What finally made Wen decide to get up was that she was a little hungry, and there was a very fragrant smell wafting up from downstairs.

Where's Connor?Where did he go?Does he not sleep?

Wen kicked off the quilt and jumped into the furry slippers.The jump was a bit crooked, but she held herself steady with excellent balance.

"Connor?" she called. "Where are you?"

She glanced worriedly at the messy and wrinkled sheets, thinking that if Connor and Alfred were not there...the quilt would not be made, and the sheets would not be made.

Originally, Wen didn't care about these details of life. The bed, you have to sleep every day. It was tidied up this morning, but it will still be wrinkled when you wake up tomorrow morning. The same is true for the quilt. Well, why do something unnecessary.

But when he was with Connor, Connor would always tidy up; when he was back in Gotham, Alfred would not only tidy up, but also put some extra blankets, trinkets or flowers on the bed for decoration.

Gradually, she got used to seeing a neat and beautiful bed as brand new every night before going to bed.

Now Connor isn't here, and neither is Alfred.Wen stared at the sheets worriedly for a while, and finally lifted the quilt, rolled it into a ball to cover the pillow, and perfunctorily pulled the sheet at hand and patted it indiscriminately.

She took another look at the bed, although the quilt was not very round and the sheets were torn, but after a quick look, it actually looked pretty good.

So Wen Kuai nodded happily, and said to himself: "That's it."

She is very satisfied that she has done the housework well. Although she has not done it perfectly, compared to not doing it at all in the past, this kind of imperfection has achieved a qualitative leap.

The question of where Connor is is back in Wen's focus.

The fragrance downstairs is getting stronger and stronger, it may also be because she is fully awake now, so she can clearly smell the intermittent fragrance.

What are you doing, so fragrant?

The area of ​​Wayne's main house is very, very large, and it is no violation to say that it is a castle. It takes about ten minutes to walk from the upstairs bedroom to the downstairs kitchen - Wen thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was. What could be so fragrant that she could smell it in her own room.

The mystery was solved when she walked out of the bedroom, and the scent wasn't coming from the kitchen at all, but from Bruce's study.

Bruce is back!

That's why Connor ran away?

No way, why is Connor so afraid of Bruce...Wen really wants to crack his head, but he can't figure out why Connor is afraid of Bruce.

While dads generally have a bad attitude toward their daughters' boyfriends, don't dads know that their little girl will one day be another man's wife?There's no reason not to know, Bruce doesn't seem like someone who doesn't know.

Since this matter is bound to happen, based on Wen's understanding of Bruce, Bruce will quickly skip the emotional reaction and adjust himself to the rational channel.

He won't be entangled in the mixed feelings of "my daughter will be handed over to another man with my own hands". The more this happens, the more calm Bruce will be, so his reaction will probably be...

Wen thought for a while outside Bruce's door, but still couldn't figure out what Bruce's reaction would be.

Fortunately, Wen knows what measures Bruce has taken for Wendy’s love in another world. Dick and Wendy have been together, and Bruce has beaten them in a subtle way; Harley and Wendy have been together, and Bruce has clearly beaten them Playing mandarin ducks.

On Connor, Bruce's choice of action seems to be... stand still?

Is this an inspection period or what?

Damn, it takes a lot of brains to study Bruce's thoughts, and it's enough to think about it.

Wen gave up thinking and knocked on Bruce's door: "Dad? What are you eating? I want to eat too!"

The door opened.

Bruce's face came out, and he said with a half-smile, "Thank you for welcoming me home, dear Wen."

Wen was dumbfounded: "..."

Wen said: "You are very old, don't be like a child, you have to be welcomed every time you go home."

Bruce was so angry that he laughed: "You are not a child anymore, why are you still like a child, knocking on the door when you smell it and saying 'I want to eat too'."

"Of course I'm a child compared to you." Wen lay at the door, poking his head into the contents, "What are you eating? I want to eat too. I'm so hungry, what time is it?"

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon, you've been asleep until now, it really makes me wonder what you did last night."

"I didn't do much, just played some online games for a while, drank some wine, ate cheese and biscuits." Wen said, trying to get into the room through the gap beside Bruce, "Is Alfred back? , so you have delicious food?"

Bruce put his hand firmly against Wen's forehead, pinning Wen in place.

"Alfred's still with Tim, they won't be back until a day later," Bruce said slowly, "As for what I'm eating—"

"Roast beef and cheese," Connor said.

He walked over from the study and stopped behind Bruce.Wen stopped trying to squeeze in from the gap on Bruce's side. She raised her face and looked blankly at Connor who was smiling at her.

How is this going?She thought Connor ran away early because of Bruce's return, didn't she?

Why do these two seem to be on good terms all of a sudden?

The most important thing is...Wen slammed Bruce's chest angrily: "You two eat delicious food behind my back?! Isn't this too exaggerated?"

Connor stretched out a hand from behind Bruce, and handed a small piece of beef to Wen's mouth. Wen paused for a moment, wondering whether to continue hammering or just stop.

She opened her mouth to eat the beef, and Bruce said lightly, "I made this with Connor."

Wen blurted out: "You know how to cook!"

She chewed it a few more times, and found that Bruce not only could cook, but did very well.

He was more willing to put spices than Connor, no wonder it was so fragrant.