Win Wayne

willing to suffer

In the early hours of the morning, the streets of Gotham were empty. Occasionally, three or four young people, with their pockets in their pockets, hurried past in groups, their backs were sneaky, and it was clear that they did nothing good last night.

But this is Gotham after all.

The nights of Gotham are never associated with "good things". People living in this city are divided into two halves. Among them, stealing, robbing, manufacturing drugs, planning crimes, kidnapping and murdering, or selling everything he can sell.

"Is this city better or worse than yours?" Bruce asked from behind Wayne.

"No better or worse," Wayne replied calmly. "This is Gotham. Another Gotham."

He turned and went back to sit on the reception sofa, and Bruce sat behind the desk.

Wayne's purpose in coming here is very clear, but he also knows that he has to scruple Bruce's opinion.

What's more, he has not yet determined what identity he will appear in front of his little daughter. "I'll take you home" is obviously no longer applicable, and Wayne also knows that she is quite happy here.

More importantly, she is very relaxed in this world.

Bruce said: "You can stay here until you figure out what to do next-it would be great if you can help me with a few meetings and sign a few papers. I have cleared the surveillance records and no one else will find out. There are two Bruce Waynes here."

"I've figured it out," Wayne said.

"I know you don't like these jobs as much as I do, but you don't have to answer so quickly."

Wayne gave him a wordless look.

Bruce had to spread his hands and give up making such a joke.Fortunately, he still has a lot of work to do. Thanks to his dual identity, he usually spends little time dealing with official affairs belonging to the Wayne Group, so whenever he starts working, the things that need him to deal with are much more surprising.

"Please take care of yourself." He said while flipping through the accumulated documents, "I know you have found out Wen's current location, and no matter what you do next, I will not interfere."

"You are confident in her answer."

"Wrong." Bruce looked at the file, not Wayne, "I'm pretty confident in the questions you want to ask."

Wayne was lost in thought.

But his thoughts were in turmoil, and he couldn't find the thread.

There are some things he should say but don't know how to say, and some things he wants to say but don't know how to say.Whenever he encountered something related to Wendy, he would always become cautious, and this developed to the point that it even became a habit—habitually keeping silent in front of Wendy, and habitually feeling overwhelmed by the silence. Guilty and acquiescence to her various reasonable or unreasonable actions.

What should I say?What should I say so that she won't be angry?

How to ask her if she is doing well and ask for forgiveness?

Will she still forgive?

A lot of words rushed out of Wayne's heart, and then blocked his throat, unable to swallow or spit out.The state of being so blocked that it was difficult to breathe even gave Wayne the illusion of wanting to vomit, but this feeling strangely reminded him of Wendy who kept smiling all the time.

He wasn't hurt, but he felt incredibly weak from it.This feeling of weakness accompanies all the time he gets along with Wendy, with few exceptions.

But in contrast, when he was with another...another Wendy, it felt completely different.

Wayne knew he shouldn't allow himself to think about it any further.He forces himself away from that part of his thinking before he notices Bruce is staring intently at the monitor.His gaze caught Bruce's attention, and Bruce said, "Here she is."

Wayne knew who Bruce was talking about, but he asked reflexively, "Who?"

"Maybe she came to discuss her future work with me, or maybe she just came to take a look when she was bored. She never has any plans." Of course, Bruce didn't answer this question with an obvious answer, "Maybe I should leave the space to you guys." .”

He did what he said, stood up before Wayne refused, and walked towards the secret door specially set up in the office.

It's hard to say whether this is the result of Wayne's connivance. Although Wayne himself really believed that his brain went blank at this moment, so that he was completely unable to respond, but when he recovered, he was already sitting in the office like Bruce Finally, a bunch of beautiful signatures were left under the document.

Wen walked to Bruce's office door unimpeded all the way, knocked on the door, pushed the door and walked in without waiting for the people inside to answer.

"Good morning," she said, lightly, "it's rare that you come to work so early in the morning."

Wayne paused and replied, "I don't always have Tim and Lucius work for me, either."

"It's too late to explain that you didn't squeeze your adopted son and subordinates too much. What's wrong with simply admitting that you are a black-hearted boss?" Wen shrugged indifferently, and took out a tea bag in the reception area. Made myself a cup of tea, "Do you want some tea?"

Wayne had no reason to refuse.

They sat and drank tea, Wen huddled on the sofa, held the cup in the palm of his hand, and sipped comfortably. Wayne spent most of the time observing Wen, and only drank tea a small part of the time.

The silence during this time is not heavy, on the contrary, the atmosphere is pleasant and peaceful.

Determined entirely by Wen's posture and attitude, the same cheerfulness and tranquility as in the past.

That's how she really felt for Wayne.

No matter when, no matter where, no matter what just happened or experienced, she will always be so happy.

This is certainly not normal, and absolutely impossible to explain with simple "natural optimism".To what extent do you have to be optimistic, after being tied up in a pile of explosives, experiencing hours of suffocation caused by allergies, and being with the clown again, tearing his chest open and eating half of his heart in the face of life and death, Still maintaining such a strong and dazzling happiness?

She is abnormal.This is absolutely certain.

The only thing that is vague is how abnormal she is, and what behavior this abnormality will make her do.

However, this is difficult to quantify - human behavior is not a mathematical problem, and there are accurate numbers to solve it.Another thing that's absolutely certain about her is the fact that when things get extreme, she's bound to react too.

There is little chance that she will not experience other extreme situations in the future.

Then, she has little chance of being a stabilizing factor.

There is little chance that she will not be in danger and become dangerous because she is.

Then, it is almost impossible for her not to be dangerous.

Strictly monitor every possible dangerous germ, and snuff out the sparks when the flames just start to smoke. This is the reason why Batman can fight with a mortal body so far.

Even if there is only a [-]% possibility, it must be considered as a [-]% possibility to prepare and formulate countermeasures.

Therefore, Batman finally came to the conclusion that she is unstable and dangerous.

This is not the first time he has made such a judgment, but this time it is particularly special and difficult.The part of him that was the father struggled and trembled inside him, and the part that was Batman was relentless, controlling him to choose the only response he could choose.

Over the years, he has asked himself countless times: Is this right or wrong?

Each time, he replied: This must be done.

Always suspicious, always vigilant, always ruthless, always considering the worst developments and outcomes.

Human nature is so complicated, the most noble person will do evil in pain, and the most vicious person will occasionally do something good; if things develop in a good direction, then of course everyone is happy, and the energy and time he spends are still worthwhile A safe-haven plan, but if things take an unstoppable downturn, Batman's foresight will come in handy.

He needs to judge every possible direction in which the whole thing may slide, and only by being close enough to the dark side of human nature can he deduce every possible possibility exhaustively.

He needs to be dark and cruel enough, and disbelieving enough in the goodness of human nature to deduce these possibilities—but what he is doing is precisely the kindness in his heart.

This kind of tug-of-war has never stopped in Batman's heart, and it often makes people around him and himself feel fear and anxiety.

He must establish an absolutely insurmountable line for himself, which is an eternal criterion that helps him maintain himself in the tug-of-war of pain.

He insisted on this principle for so many years and never changed it, and he would never abandon it because of his personal feelings.

Even the stronger the emotion that impacts this principle, the more strictly he must abide by the principle; just as the more trustworthy the reason, the more glorious and perfect the belief, the more Batman has to doubt——

This is the meaning of all "backup plans": to cover the so-called "impossible".

"What are you thinking?" Wen suddenly asked.

Wayne wanted to say that he was thinking about the documents he had dealt with before, but the words turned into another sentence: "Gotham. This city."

Wen tucked one leg under his hip, looked at Wayne thoughtfully, and let out a "hmmm" through his nose.

She said, "Are you completely trying to hide who you really are, or are you confident that I can't tell the difference between you and Bruce?"

The short time away wasn't enough to change her appearance dramatically, Wayne thought, but she certainly was different from head to toe.

Before coming to this world, Wayne had already obtained a lot of information about her through Leonardo in advance. The level of detail of these materials would even make a master like Wayne feel a slight tremor.He thought he already had a good understanding of the person sitting in front of him through those words and videos, but the moment he met her eyes, he felt the all-too-familiar sting—that was The most violent guilt a person who has always believed in his "rightness" can feel when he realizes that he may have brewed the wrong bitters.

This guilt made him willing to suffer.

"You don't seem very happy to see me," Wen said.

She stared at him, but there was no sharpness in her expression.

Totally different from Wendy.

Wendy is a person who never shy away from revealing her intelligence, she doesn’t show it off—wisdom is a necessity rather than a luxury in Wendy’s eyes, just like those luxuries have always been necessities in her eyes—but she There is always a light of thought in his eyes.

She's so perceptive and smart that every second you stand in front of her feels like you're dealing with a tough interviewer.

You can always feel that she is judging and evaluating you, and expresses mockery or tolerance for your mistakes with a graceful smile.

As for Wen, she hid her thoughts deep down.

She never seems to exert any influence on you.She is like those books that are widely criticized by literary critics, but leave you with endless aftertaste.What kind of experience you have gained in reading, only you know.

"Long time no see," Wayne said.

"Now you see me," Wen said.