Win Wayne

Bruce looked at Wen's face as he chewed the beef carelessly.Her eyes are lively and bright, and when she squints her eyes contentedly, the corners of her lips can't help but rise.

It's hard to see from the external appearance that she has extremely serious psychological problems-of course she also has quite serious physical problems, but these physical problems are actually born of psychological problems in essence.

The causes of highly allergic constitution are complicated. In addition to being born with weak constitution, "intensive psychological pressure is felt all the time in daily life", "high tension", and "antidepressant drugs" are also important reasons.

Natasha didn't say much, but every sentence hit the point.

It also allows Bruce to observe and understand Wen from a new perspective, understand her thoughts, understand her thinking patterns, and understand the causes of her personality.

Wen chewed and began to stare at Bruce with condemning eyes: "It's delicious! So why on earth are you secretly eating delicious food without telling me? I'm so hungry!"

"It's because you slept soundly that we didn't wake you up." Bruce smiled helplessly, "If you want to eat, come in."

He moved away, and Wen immediately deftly slipped into the room through the widening gap, pulling Connor to sit in her familiar position.

"When did you get along so well." She quietly asked Connor, "And when are you not afraid of him? Before, you were cautious in front of him, but when I woke up, you all cooked together?"

She suspected that she was still in a dream, but her past dreams were not in this style at all!

The dreams of the past are...the dreams of the past are painful.

No, as soon as Wen came to this conclusion, he denied it himself.

There was pain in the past dreams, but it was never all pain.

She can also clearly feel that she is surrounded by love in her dream.

It's just that those loves are also full of lies, deceit and concealment. These things make love become like a layer of tulle, vague and unreal.

"I talked to him," Connor said vaguely, "and that's it. To be honest, I didn't quite understand how it got to this point. I thought my relationship with Bruce would always remain— —”

He didn't find the right words, but Wen's frequent nods, and Bruce's more half-smile expression not far away, also let him know clearly that he didn't need any words to describe this delicate situation.

So he gave up and continued, concluding with a slight shrug.

Wen nodded, then reached out and grabbed the beef on Connor's dinner plate, and took a big bite.

Her tongue was immediately surrounded by the thick gravy, the sweet and spicy flavors intertwined and blended together, like a couple dancing on the taste buds.

Just now Wen wasn't sure how much labor Bruce had put into this dish, but after tasting it, she knew that Bruce definitely didn't just do it: the style of this dish was different from Connor's.

When Connor cooks, he pays more attention to how to stimulate the aroma of the ingredients themselves. He always rarely puts seasonings... Of course, his control of the heat is indeed incomparably exquisite.

The half-Kryptonian's microscopic senses make him the best at it.

Wen believes that even if he just gives Connor a little salt, he can make food so fresh that people want to chew and swallow it with his own tongue.

"I cook most of this dish." Bruce said with a smile. "I rarely cook, honey, and I'm just good at grilled food. How does it taste?"

"It's delicious." Wen took time out of his busy schedule to chew and taste to answer this question, "You cook so delicious!"

"I think 'actually' is a redundant word, honey," Bruce said.

Wen paused for a moment while eating, she glanced at the smiling Bruce, and silently swallowed what she wanted to say along with the beef.

For the sake of the fact that the food on these plates is obviously not touched much, whether Connor and Bruce planned to eat together after she woke up, or if they just didn't have time to eat first, she just pretended that this didn't happen. .

Connor was the first to join in eating with Wen, and he squeezed in to share with Wen on his fingers.

Bruce stood not far away for a few seconds, seeing Connor and Wen really eating without distraction, he also sat down.

"Where's Damian?" Wen asked as he ate, but he was careful not to speak while there was still something in his mouth. "Is he up? Are we eating delicious food behind his back?"

It was Connor who answered: "Damian is writing a review."

"Write, write a review..." Wen was stunned.

She really didn't expect Bruce to use this method to punish Damian. In fact, she didn't even think about why Bruce punished Damian.Didn't you just drive the Batmobile?Damian was born to be a Robin at such a young age, and driving a Batmobile is considered a big deal?

Bruce's criteria for judging "wrong" and "right" are really confusing.

"Don't worry, you don't need to write a review." Bruce said to Wen.

"You asked me to write and I won't write." Wen replied coldly, "I can't write either. Like you, I never review the things I have done. I don't like to review the meaning behind this matter. I don't I like to abide by this kind of 'rule'. Especially this kind of rule is not put on the surface at all, but a hidden rule."

After saying this, she didn't say any more, and Bruce didn't expect his words to trigger such a long series of responses.

He thought about Wen, lowered his head and ate quietly.

Connor, who didn't speak at all but was innocently involved in this weird atmosphere: "..."

Mild Bruce really thought he didn't exist at all, right?

Forget it, think optimistically, when he doesn't exist is already the best situation.If it is implicated in the family war of the Bat family, then the situation is really crying.Being invisible is already one of the most ideal ways to deal with it.

And Wen didn't really ignore him, once she took a bite of beef, she wouldn't forget to feed him another bite.

That is, those intimate eye-to-eye, ear-to-ear conversations, and skin-to-skin intimacy are all gone.

Connor was a little aggrieved.

However, he adjusted his emotions quite quickly. To be honest, he has long been used to all kinds of emergencies caused by Wen's birth.

And this time Wen volunteered to clear the plate, even though she only helped with what she shared with Connor.

Connor glanced at Bruce, who was still smiling across the way.

He shook his head resignedly, took everything from Wen's hand, and stacked Bruce's plate on top: "I'll give it away."

After he left, only Bruce and Wen were left in the study.

And the lingering aroma of cheese and beef.

"Wen." Bruce called softly, "Why are you angry again?"

"I'm not mad," Wen said. "I'm annoyed that you have a set of rules that I don't understand. Why do you have to be superheroes? Can't you protect this city in another way, protect world peace?"

There are so many ways to help others in this world, so many ways to realize self-worth, but Bruce, Jason, Tim, Dick...all choose the most painful way.

And the choices of Jason, Tim, and Dick are all because of Bruce's choices.

Super hero.

Why does this secret identity make Bruce so risk his life, abandon everything, become so obsessed and addicted?

Wen felt that she would never understand, and this mental gap was too strong and clear for her to ignore.

Maybe she doesn't want to ignore, she has ignored too many things in order to protect her happiness, she can't ignore more, otherwise happiness is just empty talk.

What is it about superheroes that fascinates them?

It was easy for Connor to give up. There are also many people with superpowers who did not become superheroes, but tried to blend in with ordinary people and become one of them.

"We will be the benchmark. This is the essence of Batman. I am not exactly pursuing the victory of justice, pursuing justice and peace itself." Bruce did not remain silent for too long, and he gave his answer almost immediately, " What I'm after is - to tell everyone in Gotham that justice is to be pursued even if justice may not prevail. Justice is to be pursued even though justice and peace will never last long, or neither exist at all. and peace."

"What about you?" Wen asked back, "What about after the benchmark?"

"I'm not important," Bruce said calmly.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he shouldn't have said that, because if he himself is not important, what about all the people who are connected to him?

If Bruce Wayne is not important, only Batman is important, then people who don't participate in Batman's cause at all, don't even know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and only have contact with Bruce Wayne ?

Wen nodded equally calmly and said, "That's the answer to the question we've always wanted to ask but never asked."

She glanced to the side, but didn't see Wendy.

Just knew that Wendy would not appear in this situation.Wendy didn't want to face these, and the smarter and more sensitive she was to realize the facts, the less willing she was to face them.

It doesn't matter.Wendy doesn't have to face it.Wendy can retreat and escape, Wendy can pretend not to exist, pretend not to see and not hear.

But she can't.

Win stared at Bruce and said, "I'm not important."

"..."

Is this the reason for all the accommodation, all the coddling, all the silence?Because in his mind, he clearly knew that Wendy was not important, and clearly knew that Wendy was destined to be excluded, so he gave her more tolerance and more forgiveness.

The dream that Wen hadn't thought of in detail suddenly became clear.She suddenly realized what was being said in that dream, no, not just the dream before she woke up, all her dreams were actually telling the same thing and feeling the same emotion.

The original home should be a warm place.It was supposed to feel utter love and inclusion, utter understanding and encouragement at home.

At the very least, home should be a place where people can relax and have a good rest.

Or the most basic, home makes people not afraid of being abandoned, home is anchor and belonging.

But every dream tells the same thing.

Home is cold, home is confusing love, home is not understanding each other and not being understood, home is false encouragement and comfort, home is never relaxing, high tension, home is restless and sleepless.

Home is where she was abandoned.

"Please don't say that." Bruce looked into Wen's eyes sincerely. "Please don't draw the conclusion that it's me that doesn't matter, not you. I don't matter, so you matter more. Batman's job is to make sure you Safe and stable, you don't know Bruce Wayne is Batman, not because you're unimportant, but because you're not the right fit..."

He paused, finding it difficult to continue explaining in Wen's eyes.

All he could say was, "I'm sorry."

Wen looked at him for a while, then slowly replied: "Why do you have to apologize? It's not your fault. You are not him either."

"But I want to be your father, not 'a substitute that I barely found after leaving my own world', but 'your father', a complete and real father." Bruce said, "I have to bear your responsibility Father's anger. I am not him, but I am willing to be him, including his past mistakes."

Wen turned to look at him.

"Actually, I have never regarded you as him. Although you are very similar in appearance and experience, you are not the same person at all, and many details show this. And you know what? He can't cook." Wen said, " He fried the kitchen."

"Then it seems that I am more perfect than him."

Wen folded his hands on his chest and gave a somewhat perfunctory response: "Well——"

"how?"

"He's cooler than you, he's less talkative, he's a bit colder," Wen said. "He never talks to me, and I feel like he does to my brothers... but you talk to us, and It's proactive."

"Isn't that good?" Bruce laughed.

Sure enough, there is a subtle but not small gap between him and Bruce in another world. He smiles more and is softer than Wendy's father.

Obviously, their experiences are almost the same.

"Very good." Wen replied, also showing a smile, "Not very good, but very good."

So good that she had a strange idea.