Win Wayne

Down-hearted

No one expected that after Wen left home for several days, the first person who couldn't sit still was actually Damian.

"Where does she think this is? Come and leave when she wants?" Damian angrily vented his dissatisfaction to Dick and Tim in the living room, "Where's father? Leave her alone!"

Dick was holding his mobile phone to send a message to Barbara, but he just nodded perfunctorily when he heard the words, and echoed: "You're right."

Tim saw Damian blushing because of Dick's unintentional words, and felt that he couldn't just use one or two words to perfunctory Damian.

He nodded, and said in the most sincere voice he could make: "I also think you are right, she can't come and go when she wants, Bruce should take care of her."

"...Don't think you can get away with it by saying a long sentence, Drake." Damian said angrily, "You just repeated what I said!"

So Tim spread his hands and said that he had done all the efforts he could.

"What are you worried about? Connor is following her." Dick finally took the time to look up from the gap between chatting with his girlfriend. "Connor has nothing to do now except protect Wen. They won't be in danger."

He paused for a moment, then teased, "Or do you miss her?"

Damian gave him a hard look.

However, Damian also realized that he had overreacted, so he quickly calmed down, and this topic came to an end for the time being.

It wasn't until the evening that Dick and Tim realized that Damian hadn't shown up, and realized that Damian hadn't forgotten about it at all.

Wen opened the door sleepily.

"Damian?" She turned away so that Damian could enter the room, "Why are you here?"

"I feel it," Damian said.

He swaggered and sat in the middle of the sofa, Wen didn't take it seriously, and nestled down on the small sofa at the side: "What do you feel?"

"Don't change the subject."

"..."

"I feel it again, it's following you." Damian said, he didn't ask about the specific situation, let alone nonsense, "What are you going to do?"

"Same as before, wait." Wen yawned, "Nothing will happen, don't worry."

Damian said, "What do I need to do?"

Wen looked at Damian in surprise, suspecting that he was hallucinating.Damian actually said such words. Could it be that not only Bruce's personality has changed in this world, but also Damian has become much softer?

Why was she not born in this world.Oh shit.

She thought about something like "two Batmen fighting" that might happen in the near future, and decided to give Damian a little insight for the sake of asking for help.

"You know about parallel worlds, right?" she said. "I'm from a parallel world."

"Speak the key."

Wen also simply gave up the foreshadowing and said directly: "My father may come to this world to find me."

Damian said without thinking, "You can't go with him."

"That's not certain," Wen replied with Damian's dissatisfied eyes after thinking carefully, "If he cries and tells me 'Daddy loves you', maybe I will really soften my heart."

Damian hesitated for a while, thinking about his father's character secretly: "I don't know, it shouldn't be a problem for my father to say this alone, it would be too embarrassing for him to say it in tears."

After saying this, he realized that Wen was looking at him and smiling.

Even though there was no mocking in that smile, Damian was still furious and said sharply, "Stop talking nonsense!"

No matter how serious his tone and expression are, coupled with his tiny face and tender voice, his deterrent effect will be compromised.

Wen raised his face and yawned again: "I'm not talking nonsense. If he said that, I might really soften my heart."

It's a pity that she also knew very well in her heart that this kind of thing would never happen to Bruce.

At least not with a sane Bruce.

Damian nodded, still sitting in a dignified manner, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.Wen didn't care about that, anyway, it wasn't her turn to cook and wash the dishes, so Damian could eat as much as he wanted, and it just so happened that he could share tasks with Connor.

One cooks and the other does the dishes.They can negotiate on their own.

The cooperation is perfect.

Even when Damian was not coming, it was fine to let Connor finish it alone. Once Damian came, the number of people became three.Two of the three people had something to do, and she was the only one who didn't, so things seemed a little wrong.

Made it look like she was freeloading.

Fortunately, the other two didn't seem to mind her freeloading behavior at all. Damian had already entered the kitchen spontaneously, and didn't even give Wen a chance to pretend to ask "Can I help you?"

So Wen said, "Do you cook well? Connor is very good at it."

"There are still so many people who are waiting to eat." Damian snorted impatiently, and proudly puffed out his small chest. "My cooking skills are definitely better than his."

Wen looked at Damian for a few seconds, unable to figure out why the top assassins from the League of Assassins were so proud of their cooking skills.

But she didn't bother to ask, she shrank her body again, and stuffed herself into the soft sofa cushion.

Connor came back rather late.

When he came in, Damian's meal was almost done.

With his belly up, Wen slumped into a bulging little bag on the small sofa, with his head on his ankles and his knees folded under his ankles, like a boneless cat.

For a moment, Connor was also shocked by Wen's strange posture.

He has a definite experience of Wen's softness; he has also witnessed Wen can play many weird tricks one by one.But he had never seen Wen sleep so pitifully in a small ball.

After all, under normal circumstances, Wen would domineeringly occupy most of the bed space, and even squeeze him to the side of the bed, so that in order to keep his half of the bed, Connor would firmly fix Wen under his arm when he slept. middle.

He stood by the sofa and stared at Wen's sleeping face in confusion for a while, until Damian quietly stood behind him.

"Tsk." Damian said angrily, "Haven't seen enough?"

"Then how can it be enough?" Connor opened his mouth without thinking, "Does anyone get tired of seeing the sun rise every day? Does anyone get tired of blinking and breathing? I can never look warm enough. And she So much fun."

He stretched out his hand, carefully selected Wen's face for a long time, finally settled on the position, and flicked his fingers.

Wen suddenly woke up.

She rubbed the tip of her nose, and fixedly met Connor's eyes that were narrowed with a smile.

A few seconds later, Wen yelled, jumped up from the sofa like a little leopard, pounced on Connor's face, and hugged Connor's head tightly like a face hugger.

"What are you doing! I slept soundly!" She stretched her arms and legs, clawed and kicked, "What's wrong with you!"

Connor's voice was muffled in Wen's arms: "Let go of me first, come down and talk..."

"I won't go down!"

"Come down first, be careful not to fall..."

"Don't try to change the subject!"

……

Damian, who stood behind the two and watched coldly, was not surprised to find that he was being ignored again.

But that's no wonder.

No matter how bad-tempered Damian is, he has to admit the fact that with his height, within one meter of the diameter of Connor and Wen, the two of them don't bow their heads and look straight ahead. less than his.

When he is an assassin, his petite figure can provide countless benefits, allowing him to easily walk in the blind spot area of ​​the assassin's vision... However, when he is not an assassin and wants to emphasize his own presence, this height is very comfortable. Damian was pissed.

but--

Damian glanced at the gentle and troubled Connor, and suddenly had a realization.

Even if he was as tall as a mountain, these two people would probably just turn a blind eye to him, right?

The young Damian picked up the blood-stained knife and returned to the kitchen calmly.Connor brought back a lot of cherished ingredients, and he was idle, so he might as well add some dessert...

So, why did he send it to the door?

In the living room, Connor, who had had enough fun with Wen, also asked the same question: "What is Damian doing here?"

"He wanted to help." Wen sat on Connor's lap, yawning uncontrollably.

"You seem to be getting sleepy lately," Connor said.

"You just found out today." Wen leaned sleepily on Connor's shoulder, "I don't know what's wrong these days, I just don't get enough sleep."

Her schedule has completely collapsed, and she sleeps for at least twenty hours out of 24 hours a day, but the more she sleeps, the more sleepy she gets.

Connor touched Wen's cheek tenderly, and said in a low voice, "Go back to sleep if you want to sleep."

"I don't sleep." Wen rubbed his eyes, firmly staying awake, "I can't sleep well, it's better to stay up all night to be more comfortable."

Connor stared at the top of Wen's messy head speechlessly.

Now he's out of it.

If it were other ordinary people, they could still persuade the other party not to stay up late, lest their bodies collapse.

However, Wen didn't have to worry about this at all - the difference in physical fitness between people was unbelievably large.Some people go to bed early and get up early, insist on exercising, and eat healthy, but they get incurable diseases at a young age; some people turn day and night upside down, eat indiscriminately, and squeeze their physical energy, but they can maintain their peak state for decades.

Wen really didn't have to worry about what would happen if he stayed up late.

Connor had no choice but to try to persuade Wen from another angle: "You don't have much to do when you're awake."

In fact, this is the thing that makes Connor feel strange the most. Usually Wen always sleeps when he wants to sleep, not to mention when she is really sleepy, even when she is not sleepy, she can lie on the sofa for a whole day with nothing to do. sky.

However, in the past few days, she seemed to be a different person, and she seized all the scattered time when she had nothing to do to sleep, but she didn't sleep when it was time to sleep.

Wen sighed, revealing a melancholy look.

This surprised Connor: "What's going to happen?"

His mind turned quickly, and he quickly connected this matter with Damian who suddenly ran over, guessing: "Could it be that Damian's mother suddenly became interested in you?"

Wen: "...No! Where are you going, Thalia only likes Wendy's style, not mine."

She sighed sadly and said, "My father is coming."

"Bruce is coming?" Connor was taken aback. "You mean Bruce Wayne from another world? Your biological father? The Bruce Wayne who really raised you?"

Wen Xin said that there is no need to use such a long list of descriptions.

She nodded to confirm Connor's guess, and Connor said, "What do you think the first thing he will do after he comes to this world? Is he coming to you or meeting Bruce Wayne in this world?"

There is no need to think about this question at all.

"He's going to come to me first," Wyn said. "I don't think he wants to have direct contact with his otherworldly self. We all know how possessive Batman is to Gotham, and this city can't Room for a second Batman."

Connor thought for a while, then suddenly said, "There is something I have never asked you."

"If you're asking why you in another world aren't with me," Wen said, "that 'Connor' is not the same person as you at all. He's more—reticent."

Connor was stunned: "Me? Silent?"

"And he doesn't like to wear a leather jacket, but always wears a black T-shirt with an 'S' logo on the chest." Wen added, "The only thing you have in common is that you both have good friends with Tim."

Connor tried to imagine a taciturn version of himself dressed like this...and managed to shudder at the image in his head.

"That must be weird," he said, "what it feels like to see another self."

Bruce from a parallel world really does generate that feeling.

"You made up your mind faster than I expected, Mr. Wayne." Leonardo smiled in the gray mist, "Is such a big sacrifice really worth it?"

Wayne was silent.

"Of course, this is not something I should consider. I have already received the payment, and it is not easy to get your approval." Leonardo smiled reservedly, looking like a sophisticated insurance salesman, or The fat and lean beef is fried to a luscious and tender appearance.

There was no joy on Wayne's face.

This city is also Gotham, and it is also midnight, but Gotham in this world is not as cold and bleak as its own world.

There is also fog, but very shallow.

Dark clouds dimly cover the moon, blending the small, bright dot into a large circle of gauze-like shimmer.

This city is also Gotham, but not the Gotham he is familiar with.

"Where's Wendy?" Wayne asked.

Leonardo said softly, "In your heart, Mr. Wayne."

"..."

Leonardo made a look of sudden realization: "Are you really asking me where she is?"

"..."

"Wendy is in this city." Leonardo said, "As for where she is—it's hard to answer, Mr. Wayne, it's almost a philosophical question."

He was still smiling, but there was a sigh in his smile.Using such a face to make an expression of regret, the slight sense of loss is extremely gentle and beautiful, and even makes people feel sad for his pretended sadness for no reason.

Wayne said coldly, "Don't act so sad."

"But I do. They all broke my heart."

"I didn't know she had that much influence."

"Did they not break your heart?"

Wayne shut up and stopped talking to Leonardo.He was still standing on the edge of the area shrouded in gray mist, but this did not prevent him from seeing the surrounding environment clearly.

There is no doubt that this is Wayne's main house.The empty hall was very dim, but he could vaguely see some outlines: the fireplace on the wall, the picture frame reflecting the faint light, the sofa and the coffee table in the middle... All these familiar things made Wayne slightly startled, but failed to make him feel ashamed. He relaxed, but raised his vigilance instead.

"I have sent you to this world as agreed, Mr. Wayne." Leonardo's voice sounded slowly, "I will not participate in the next thing."

"How can I contact you?"

"My messengers are everywhere, Mr. Wayne."

The gray fog gradually faded, and Leonardo disappeared at any time. Wayne stared at the spot silently for a while, making sure that Leonardo would not suddenly appear again—the other party really did this kind of thing, he He turned around and thought about what to do next.

Wendy.

The name came to him with all the warmth and bitterness it carried, making him both sad and relieved.

He took a few steps forward, and unexpectedly, the light above his head was turned on in the next second.

Wayne looked up.

"You came later than I thought," Bruce said.

Connor pushed to wake Wen who was dozing off against the head of the bed.

"Your father is here." He told Wen the situation bluntly, "talking to Bruce."

"Ah? What did you say?" Wen hadn't reacted yet, "Who's here? What did you say to Bruce? What time is it?"

Connor quickly opened the closet: "What to wear? A skirt? A suit? Or a T-shirt and denim? Lively or elegant?"

Wen finally realized what Connor meant.

"So fast! It's only been a few days!" She jumped out of bed exclaiming, "Get a dress, the most expensive and most gorgeous ones... Don't look for them on the hanger, the most gorgeous ones are in the drawer! Then I haven't worn a few dresses since I got them, I don't like that style."

Connor quickly picked out a light gold long dress and threw it in front of Wen, opened the drawer below, picked out a pair of black high-heeled shoes, and asked at the same time, "What do you wear? Earrings or studs? Do you want a necklace? What about a bracelet?"

"Look at it." Wen was quite at ease with Connor's aesthetics, but he still had to say a few more words, "Choose something that is small and refined, don't be too exaggerated."

Connor curled his lips, and regretfully put back the necklace with the huge star-moon-shaped sapphire at the end that he was looking at, and chose a set of hollowed-out silver ornaments instead.

Wen had already changed his clothes and stood beside him, glanced at this set of jewelry and nodded: "This is not bad."

She raised her head and asked Connor to put the necklace on her. At the same time, she uneasily combed the short hair that had grown a lot with her fingers, and secretly hesitated whether to get a wig or something to wear.

"Don't." Connor immediately saw through Wen's thoughts, "The wig doesn't suit you at all."

Wen put down his hands sullenly, and asked, "What are they talking about now?"

Bruce said, "You shouldn't be here, Wyn had a great time here."

"It's not up to you." Wayne shot back, "It's between me and her."

Connor relayed to Wen: "They're talking about you in terms of ex and current."

"..."

Wen felt that Connor's report sounded wrong, but he couldn't think of any rebuttal.

She skipped the details and asked directly: "They didn't fight, did they?"

"No," Connor said, "but I feel like they could fight at any moment."

Wen suddenly lifted his spirits, and told Connor solemnly: "If they really start fighting, go over and stop them immediately."

"It would be better for you to stop it in the past, right?" Connor said seriously, "What if they join forces to beat me up? Should I fight back or not?"

This is a problem.

Wen thought for a while: "You just need to avoid it."

Connor adjusted the earrings for her, and Wen put on the bracelet.She stroked the corner of her skirt, took a deep breath, and asked, "What are they talking about now?"

"Bruce is warning your father to cross the line, and your father is not crossing the line when he contradicts things about you," Connor said. ...I didn't say that, this is too much like a quarrel between the ex and the incumbent, right?"

Wen Xin said that you are wrong, Wendy's ex and current have never quarreled.

But Connor's description was too vivid. Even if there were no details at all, Wen could still imagine how the two men stared at each other nervously, and how they spit out sentences with a strong sense of ridicule expressionlessly.

She thought, thought, thought, and suddenly smiled.

Then he let out a deep, long sigh.

"Did you hear what my father called me?" she asked.

Connor said nothing.

"Wendy, right?" Connor's silence had already given the answer, and Wen shook his head in frustration, "I guessed it too."

Connor wisely chose to remain quiet.

Wen snorted, and said, "It's always Wendy. Forget it, I'm used to it too. Let Wendy be Wendy. How did Bruce react when he heard Wendy?"

Connor coughed and said, "No response."

Bruce just subtly omits the reference to Wen, just using the word "she".

Needless to say, it would only make Wen angry if he said it.Although Wen has never been angry, she has such a good temper that she almost has no temper. After being together for so long, Connor has never seen a time when Wen was not very happy.

But he just knew it would make Wen angry if he said it.

It's a pity that Wen was still angry.

She was angry and furious.

"...it works," she said with a smile, then repeated, "they—it does."

Connor looked at the nose and the nose, and made up his mind not to get involved in it.

What is this called?Wen Wen's two fathers have conflicts, what else can he say?What he said was not human inside and out.

"Sleep." Wen lay down on the bed, "No, go to sleep."

Connor opened his mouth: "..."

He very sensibly said nothing.

But Wen's gunfire was aimed at him, and he asked aggressively, "Why don't you speak?"

"I—" Connor immediately wanted to send Wen to the two Bruce who were arguing fiercely, and let Wen, who was in an angry state, beat the two Bruce, "I don't know what to say, baby."

"Aren't you usually good at talking?"

"It's different."

"What's different?" Wen said with a smile, "Isn't it just one is my father and the other is my father?"

This is completely different!Talking to you is completely different from talking to your two fathers!Everywhere is different!Nothing is the same at all!

Connor hesitated and hesitated, considered and considered, and finally said helplessly under Wen's gaze: "Even if I think there is something wrong with them, I can't just speak ill of them."

Wen finally let Connor go.

"Forget it, let them quarrel." Wen said casually, "I'm asleep. I've been up for several days, it's really boring."

It was obviously a development she had expected early on.

However, things really happened according to her expectation, but she couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.