Win Wayne

half a heart

Wayne said, "I didn't come here to fight with you."

"She didn't come here to see you," Bruce shot back.

He was lounging on the sofa, seemingly relaxed, but the two Batmen present knew that the apparent relaxation did not mean that their reactions would slow down.Even because they are confronting another self, their nerves and muscles are doubled tense, ready to explode at any time.

It is precisely because they know too much about themselves and each other that the dialogue is particularly difficult.

Silence is the dominant tone.

But even the silence could not last long.The atmosphere of this meeting was very complicated, but after careful consideration, it seemed that only the word "embarrassment" was left to sum it up.

Bruce was the first to give in: "When she first came to this world and slandered my reputation outside, I thought she was the prologue of a huge conspiracy."

"..."

"You are so serious." Bruce smiled slightly, and even made a joke to ease the atmosphere, "Although I have always been recognized as the most serious one, but in front of you, my seriousness seems to be nothing more than that .”

"...You're pretty much what I imagined." Wayne replied.

He and Bruce looked at each other for a while, then sat across from Bruce.

"You're not wearing a uniform," Bruce said. "Why?"

"It's not a mission."

Bruce said, "Then you've got to take off the uniform you're wearing in your heart. Be gentle, be lively, be a real father."

"..."

Wayne can't stand Bruce's style.

"I have a lot of videos of her not long ago in this world, you should watch it before making any plans." Bruce said, "Come with me."

Wayne refused, saying, "I've seen it all."

"But you still insist on calling her Wendy."

"...She is Wendy."

Bruce raised his eyebrows high: "I fully understand why she can't wait to escape from the world she was born in."

This sentence aroused Wayne's anger, he raised his head suddenly, stared at Bruce coldly, and said word by word: "You don't know anything."

You don't know anything, he thought, you don't know what Wendy means to this family, you don't know what Wendy went through, you don't know what I went through.All you know is that she ran away, all you know is her pain, all you know is...

...you just know that letting go will make her happy.

Don't I know?

Bruce looked at Wen's father. Although they had the same face and extremely similar temperament, anyone who really knew them could easily tell the two of them apart.

Wayne had a more gloomy and dangerous aura about him.His coldness and firmness contain elements of confusion, the most chaotic kind of confusion—the confusion and confusion about self-knowledge and the nature of the world.

And this depression and danger, this confusion, was so similar to Wen.

"When I first saw her in person, she was sick," Bruce said. "She gave me a slap in the face, in very mild terms, just going over and over to say 'she hates me' .”

"That's not what she really meant."

"Of course I understand that these words cannot be taken literally." Bruce said, picked up the teapot, filled the tea for the uninvited guest who came from afar, and gently pushed the teacup over.

Wayne didn't move.

Bruce smiled and said, "We've been talking about Wendy. How about your other daughter?"

"I do not have……"

Bruce waved his hand, stopping Wayne from speaking.

Wen was not a particularly likable girl.Even if Bruce does have a preference for her, he doesn't deny it because of preference.

All of Wen's charms deviate from common sense and are difficult for ordinary people to understand, but she is also willing to get along with herself and enjoy herself.She's quite confident, and proud - but unlike those wanton pride, she's cold and weirdly proud.

Of course, her appearance is also her charm. Her eyebrows and body almost conform to the image of a harmless, innocent, sweet and other beautiful and clean girl that everyone constructs in their hearts.

But for Bruce, the most interesting thing about Wen is that when others come into contact with her and get to know her a little bit, and realize that she is completely different from her appearance, another dreamy feeling is produced because of the strong contrast. .

I can't help but have wishful fantasies about her because of her appearance, and I always break these fantasies with my own hands from the details of her actions.

When such things happen repeatedly, those who can't accept it will choose to stay away, and they don't blame her after they stay away, but just feel sorry; while those who can't stay away will only become more and more immersed in her self-contained personality, curious , observe, and gradually accept.

Others would deny her existence.

Like her father.

"Dangerous," Bruce said. "That's my first impression of Wen."

Wayne was disturbed by the presence of the name.

But both he and Bruce knew what emotions he would have at this moment, struggle and regret, confusion and pain, and even if he denied it, it was real, full of tacit trust, and irresistible love.

It has nothing in common with his feelings for Wendy.

"Of course Wendy is also very smart. Although I can only understand her from the side, Wendy's character is very obvious. Her character is very submissive. Even if she is rebellious, she will never choose excessive means." Bruce said, "Wendy is loyal , be responsible, be patient, and carefully consider the pros, cons and consequences of everything you do.”

She is easy to guess and control.

This is by no means a disadvantage, after all, "easy" is only for family members, and I want to know how her father will react to her character.

At least Bruce himself would do the same: on the basis of maintaining the pure and kind part of her character, pamper and pamper her without a bottom line.

In front of other people, this spoiled young daughter will be unbearably picky and arrogant, and she can only accept courteous fawning and bottom-up admiration, because this is what she has long been used to.

This is also not a shortcoming, after all, she is gentle by nature, so if she truly falls in love with someone, she will naturally treat him with the tolerance she would treat her family.

"Wen is almost the exact opposite of Wendy," Bruce said.

"Wen is not loyal, irresponsible, unwilling to endure, and does everything without considering the consequences." Bruce said, "Wen has no bottom line-this does not mean that she will definitely do something, she has no bottom line, not anti-social and Anti-humanity, but this kind of personality is extremely dangerous in Gotham."

Wayne listened in silence, showing neither approval nor disapproval.

"Her character is not incapable of discipline." Bruce said, "It's even easy to discipline, as long as you don't discipline her and tell her the truth."

"I don't think so," Wayne said.

"why?"

Wayne fell silent again.

Bruce finally said sarcastically, "You're biased against Wen."

"Not prejudice." Wayne replied coldly, "You don't know what she did."

"Then tell me." Bruce's attitude also became tough, as if the heart-to-heart words just now were not his intention at all, but just a means to break the opponent's defense, "Tell me, let me judge whether you have feelings for her or not." bias."

"..."

"She dated Harley, she dated Thalia, I know." Bruce said without sincerity, "Don't tell me you're the kind of person who wants to interfere with your ex after breaking up with him. Or do you Didn't we break up at all?"

"...I don't mind this." Wayne said coldly, "Even after I knew her style in the ballet school, I didn't expect anything from her in this regard."

"Then it's about our old rival." Bruce said with a normal attitude, "It's not what I expected."

"..."

"What did she do? What deal did she make with the clown? Or did she work with the clown?"

Wayne clenched his jaw.His emotional exposure is well controlled, but no one can hide it from his other self, Bruce frowned and said, "I don't believe she would do that."

He said "I don't believe it" so emphatically that Wayne felt a mixture of anxious and angry jealousy.

There was no way he could ever trust Wen so much, just like there was no way he could escape Jason's death and his crime alley at the age of eight.Any tragedies that have happened are engraved in the depths of his memory, for him to review repeatedly, for him to temper himself, and for him to never overcome those barriers.

At this moment, Bruce added fuel to the fire: "She won't go back with you, Wen won't, Wendy won't. Go back to your own world, they are my daughters now."

Wayne stood up.

Bruce took off his suit jacket.

It appears the conversation ended in failure.

In the early hours of the morning, the two Batmen, who had lost both, sat face to face at the dining table and had breakfast.

Their fight was quite restrained. Dick and Tim, who were sleeping upstairs, were not disturbed. Only Alfred, who got up early, moved them to the Batcave immediately after discovering the two scarred Master Bruce in the living room. , Cleaned up the traces of the living room, sent the two young masters away, and then came back to prepare food for the two masters.

They had already cleaned up the wounds themselves, and they were all serious minor injuries, and the most serious ones were just cleaned up and then stitched with one or two stitches.

Alfred felt a little funny imagining the scene of two Batmen fighting each other and then sewing stitches in each other's back after the fight.

"Sir, Mr. Wayne," he said helplessly, "what's wrong with sitting down and having a good talk? Why bother?"

The two Batmen sat to one side, sulking to themselves.

Alfred shook his head angrily and amusedly, cleared the dinner plate, turned around again, and brought the clothes that fit.

"I think you are talking about Miss Wen." Alfred said calmly, "Since it is related to Miss Wen, let her express her own opinion."

After he finished speaking, regardless of the reaction of the two Batmen, Shi Shi ran away with his blood-stained clothes.

Bruce then turned his head and asked Wayne, "What did she do?"

Wayne's eyes followed the back of the old butler, and kept following the dazzling bright red on the snow-white shirt.

Any tragedies that have happened are engraved in the depths of Batman's memory, repeated review, tempering himself, and Batman will never be able to overcome those barriers.

That is why he must never speak.

But the blood-red lips and teeth when Wen laughed out loud still lingered in his mind.

When he got to the scene, it was hard to even tell whether it was time to save Wen or the Joker.

The clown's broken chest and beating half of his heart were a mess, and he was full of intoxicated praise of the little girl before being sent to the intensive care unit.

He repeated in his ravings: "She ate my heart."

Of course, the news was forcibly blocked.No one knew what happened, and the clown never said anything.

Then Harley Quinn, who served as the clown's psychiatrist, took this sentence as a weird love language, and thought that the clown was obsessed with Bruce Wayne's daughter who was kidnapped by him. Evidence of affection.

She fell in love with the clown, and then realized that what she fell in love with was not the clown; she fell in love with Wendy, and realized that what she fell in love with was not the real Wendy.

She fell in love with the Joker's love language.

And it's not a love language.