Win Wayne

the butterfly

Tim just went out to participate in a competition, but when he came home, he found that the whole world had changed.

"...Why are you here?" He tried his best to maintain his superficial calm, staring at Connor who swaggered past the living room with a cup of coffee in front of him, "I thought you left a few days ago?"

"I was going to go too," Connor said, "but Wyn told me not to go."

Tim was shocked: "...you are really brave."

Connor shrugged: "It was only after I stayed that I realized that things were not as scary as I imagined. Bruce and I had different schedules, and he wasn't at home often."

Tim was still about to say something, but he saw Damian strutting past the two of them, going to the kitchen to bring out a glass of milk, and then strutting back the same way.

He actually ignored Connor's existence instead of taking the opportunity to sneer.

... The world is changing so fast that Tim feels confused.

"Do you want coffee?" Connor asked his little friend kindly, "There is still strong coffee in the kitchen-hey, good morning, Alfred, today's breakfast is very delicious, Wen ate all of it. "

He smiled and greeted the old butler who was walking towards the kitchen, and the old butler gave a reserved nod in return.

Tim rubbed his temples and asked weakly: "Is there anything else I don't know? Tell me all together, Connor, I think I can bear it now."

Connor thought for a while: "Wen will go to work in New York in a while."

Frankly, it's more refreshing to Tim than Connor's daring to stay at the Wayne mansion after Bruce returns, or Damian's being nice to Connor.

I also know that it is impossible for Wen to get a small secretary, small clerk or other positions in New York.

Tim almost wailed: "...Really? Isn't it?"

"I know it's hard for you," Connor said, eyeing Tim sympathetically. "Your workload is going to increase again."

These words sounded quite frank, but the carefree look on Connor's face, which was exactly the same as Wen's, greatly weakened the persuasiveness of this sentence. Tim had to try his best to keep himself from showing a vicious look in his eyes.

"You weren't like this in the past." Countless complex emotions finally turned into melancholy, and Tim sighed, "You weren't so irresponsible in the past, Connor. You are becoming more and more like Wen."

"Is there?" Connor was quite beautiful to be evaluated like this. He took a sip of coffee happily and said, "This proves that my relationship with Wen is very firm."

He walked away leisurely, but after a few steps, he stopped as if remembering something.

"By the way, I have something to ask you." Connor said casually, "Have you seen butterflies in Gotham?"

This question is very simple, and Tim didn't even think about it: "I've seen it, it's on the back hill of the school."

"What kind of butterfly is it?"

"It's just an ordinary butterfly, gray and white, with big knuckles," Connor asked in too much detail, and Tim began to wonder, "Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing." Connor said calmly, "Just asking."

He leisurely went upstairs with a cup of coffee, and although Tim instinctively felt that Connor's question was not quite right, the tiredness of the long-distance travel surged up, making him too lazy to continue to pay attention to Connor's inexplicable question.

Alfred brought the breakfast, Tim pulled himself together, used his last sobriety to support himself to fill his stomach, and went back to his room to rest.

Connor paused for a few seconds at Wen's door.

He listened to the voices coming from the room.

Wen was still sleeping, his breathing was long and gentle.She seldom sleeps so soundly, Connor has discovered long ago, Wen's sleep quality is very poor, she rarely falls into the deepest sleep, most of the time, she just sleeps lightly - after falling asleep She always rolled her eyes restlessly, as if she had been trapped in a dream all night.

But lately, Wen has been sleeping much better.

Connor felt that he was to blame for this, but it was too much fanfare to take credit for such a small thing.

Besides, this is as it should be.Why stay together if not because each other will feel happy and relaxed?

He waited for a while with his back against the door, and sure enough, Wen's breathing began to change.

She rolled around under the quilt and slowly woke up.

It was as if she could feel him back in her sweetest slumber.

He happily pushed the door open and entered the room.

"Connor?" Wen called with his eyes closed.

She heard the sound of pushing the door, and also heard the sound of footsteps from far to near.A hand fell to her cheek, brushing up the strands of hair that covered her eyes.

Every detail is there.

The slight sound of the wind when he approached, the unique lightness of his feet landing, the hem of his leather jacket hanging down, the zipper pressing down on her thin sheets, and when he knelt on the bed and brought her whole body towards him. Inclined sag.

"Wen?" He said against her earlobe, "Get up."

His warm breath tickled the back of her neck.

So happy.Warm and relaxed happiness, happiness without haze.The joy of being able to give trust without reservation and accept the trust given by the other party.

It might be an illusion, but Wyn felt her hearing fill with the sweetness of icing sugar and cream.

Strangely, she doesn't like sweetness, and she can't appreciate the greasy taste. Among all the feelings, she especially prefers refreshing, preferably refreshing to almost cold, just like the feeling of mint planted on the balcony. .

But the sweet smell that came along with Connor didn't bother and disgust her at all. It was as soft as a cloud, but it was the kind that got rid of the smell of moisture and dust.

"Hmm." Wen said, she half-opened her eyes, immersed in this drunken feeling, and almost didn't want to do anything else.

"Wake up," Connor said again.

He showed infinite tolerance and patience. This is not simply tolerance and patience that can be explained. It can only be said that he completely enjoys it, just like those who enjoy victory can endure the hard training before victory, or Those who make it their mission to save the world can tolerate being hurt.

Wen got up slowly, and Connor quickly folded the quilt before Wen retracted the sheets.

It's not that this kind of thing has never happened before. Wen always shows extreme reluctance for high-quality sleep, and tries his best to stay in bed and follow the aftermath of deep sleep.

But she will get up in the end.

Connor didn't coax him any more, but stood up and walked away. Wen immediately grabbed his collar, and was pulled up by Connor.She finally opened her eyes reluctantly and sat upright.

"Okay, get up." She lazily leaned against the pillow behind her, "I don't know what you are in a hurry for, the cloudy day in Gotham is perfect for sleeping."

Connor didn't refute this, and didn't say that "sleeping for too long will make the whole body soft", but just picked Wen up smoothly, let her stand on the slippers, and then quickly straightened the bed sheet.

Wen sighed slowly, knowing that his plan had been seen through by Connor.She changed her pajamas slowly, and suddenly realized: "Tim is back?"

"came back."

"I just said that the previous breakfast looked like it was made by Alfred." Wen tilted his head, "Did Tim be shocked when he saw you?"

"If he had wings, he could be scared to fly from the first floor to the second floor."

Wen laughed and asked again, "How did he do in the exam?"

"I didn't hear him mention this, so he probably got the first place in the exam." Connor said, "He hasn't taken the second place in the competition yet. If he takes the second place one day, it's worth saying a few more words."

Wen exhaled, and jumped on the spot to wake himself up.

Connor noticed one detail in particular: Wen looked out the window very seriously.

He didn't reveal anything, just silently remembered the matter in his heart.

"Let's go out to play today." She said after looking out the window, "Did you see the house? Let's go and see the house you chose!"

This excuse is too careless. When did Wen ever care about these details of life... She has always been the type to wait for others to finish the troublesome chores for her, and herself to wait for the results of the inspection.

"You're too perfunctory, baby." Connor shook his head, "Although I won't ask if you don't tell me, can't you think of a better reason?"

Wen blinked and smiled nonchalantly: "Let's go."

On the matter of choosing a residence, Connor really had a lot of brains.

The Upper East Side, where the upper class gathers together, is definitely not within the scope of consideration. People living in this kind of place have extremely sensitive nerves, and the slightest disturbance can alarm them, and Wen hates trouble; the villa area is a good choice, but Gotham There are not many villas that have not been robbed or bombed... This is not a big problem, but the noisy environment will obviously make Wen dissatisfied.

After several screenings, Connor still left a place that he thought was good.

"Here we are." He led Wen to the door of the apartment. "Strictly speaking, this place already belongs to us, but the original owner still left some furniture behind. The owner and his marriage partner immigrated because of work. This is their new house." , haven't had time to check in yet."

Wen looked at the apartment and commented, "It's beautiful."

She was so absent-minded.

Before Connor's curiosity swelled to the limit, Wen said, "Can you avoid it for a while? I want...to be alone for a while."

It seemed to Connor that Wen didn't want to be alone for a while.

He felt like Wen wanted to meet someone.

"Okay." He said, "Then I'll go first. Call me when you need it, baby, and I'll put the key on the coffee table."

Wen stared out of the window for a long while before humming softly.

"...I'd better stay." Connor was suddenly worried, "I'll stay in the bedroom, you stay in the living room. I won't listen to what you say."

"move!"

"No." Connor insisted, "I think something is wrong with you, I want to stay with you."

Wen stopped talking and just stared out of the window intently.

She's always been aware that she doesn't see the world as normal, it's just that she's very good at ignoring all the details she doesn't like and tyrannically pretending they don't exist.This pretense was very effective in protecting her mind, but it also had flaws that could not be ignored.

The biggest flaw is that she's clearly aware throughout that she's faking it - she's not really lacking awareness.

She is forever longing to escape some horrible truth, but the only way to protect herself is to force herself to ignore this horror.Very occasionally, these cognitions will briefly wake up, reminding her that it is time to face it.

Butterflies with red spots on black ground quietly parked outside the window.

...she saw the butterfly again.