Win Wayne

For what

Father.

The word and all the hidden lines behind it are very vague in Wen's mind.

She is no stranger to Wayne, and although neither she nor Wayne has had any conversations about it, the truth is self-evident: the relationship between her and Wayne is far greater than that between Wendy and Wayne. Relationships are more special.

It's a pity that this special treatment didn't win her better treatment—there is indeed special treatment.

"Due to some special reasons, my memory is not very good, and the memory is always mixed with some things that are completely hallucinatory in your opinion. But I think I should remember our first meeting correctly—you put me Hugged him out of the big black car trunk, patted me on the back and said to me, "Wen lowered his voice, imitating Batman's deep guttural voice, "'Don't be afraid, you're safe'."

"..."

So Wen seriously reflected on his own words: "Maybe I described this scene too warmly, so that it caused a certain ironic effect. After all, our subsequent relationship has nothing to do with this sentence. Well, this Count it on me."

Wayne visibly choked.

"I just wanted to say, I've known you're Batman since the beginning. I'm not that mad at you at all compared to Wendy. I just can't get close to you from the bottom of my heart...with her It's different, the father she knows is Bruce Wayne, and the father I know is Batman. I never expect to get any warmth from Batman, and naturally I can't talk about hatred."

"Sorry," Wayne said.

"I didn't say this to ask you to apologize. Your style has always been to admit your mistakes sincerely and never change. If you are not going to change, it means that you don't think you are really wrong, and then you don't need to apologize." Wen said , "Oops, I've only said a few words, and the atmosphere is already so heavy. How about we change the subject?"

"Talk about Connor," Wayne said. "I'm interested."

Wen never expected that the other party was most interested in Connor.

She has prepared countless experiences after she came to the new world-no big deal, she is not a superhero, but she is very confident to fill Wayne's ears with all kinds of trivial details of life until Wayne feels like vomiting until.

But Wayne actually wanted to "talk about Connor" so directly that the drafts she had typed all the way were useless.

"Uh," she said, spinning words rapidly in her head.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking." Wayne said calmly, "He's not the same as your past choices. I thought you and Scott would make it to the end, but I didn't expect you to get the best share in the end." Dire."

"It's not me, it's Wendy."

Wen first corrected Wayne's mistakes, and then began to wonder what the most tragic method was.is that true?He and Wendy parted ways?Could it be worse than breaking up with Harley?

But this Scott is completely a calm and gentle good man in Wendy's narration, Wendy almost said "he is suitable for marriage" completely.

Wen couldn't imagine how the scene could be described as "the most tragic".

Such a word even came from the mouth of Batman.

But these are all minutiae. She doesn't mind listening to it, but she is not very interested.This curiosity, like the morning frost in early autumn, stayed in her heart for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

But she agrees with what Wayne said: "Connor is really different from them."

It seems difficult to describe exactly where the difference is.

Is it because Connor often acts immature at all?But other people don't necessarily mature much.

Because Connor downplayed how abnormal she was?But others didn't seem to be particularly surprised.

Because Connor always puts her first?This is indeed Connor's most distinctive feature, but it's not because of this that Wen loves him so much.

This advantage is like the sliced ​​fruit on top of the cake, which adds luster and flavor to the whole cake, but no one will buy the whole cake just to eat those few pieces of fruit.

Perhaps it was the combination of many small details that created their relationship.

Wen said: "I can always find a connection with him. The best thing about him is that even if he doesn't understand what I'm thinking, he doesn't take our differences as important. He doesn't try to get close to me. Thinking patterns and not guessing my thoughts. No matter how weird things I do, he finds it interesting and wants to be with me."

"It doesn't sound like anything special," Wayne said softly. "It might be a bit difficult for others, but for you, almost everyone you choose can do it."

Nonsense, of course Wen knew it too.

The truth was harsh, but it was true: it was not at all difficult for a pretty girl like her to please a young boy with almost no self-respect.

This sentence also holds true for gender swaps, and the value of beauty is always amazing.Although the accepted value is that "beauty is not as good as ability", this statement does not fully take into account the complex reality.What kind of beauty is beauty, ability and sometimes ability?

Is it better to be able to marry into the royal family by relying on her face and leave her name in the history of beauty than to rely on her ability to earn a million annual salary?

People always underestimate the shelf life of beauty, but exaggerate the effective duration of ability.

Phrases such as "Aren't all wrinkled when old" and "A capable person can go anywhere" emerge in endlessly, but people with real beauty will always stand out from the crowd in the same age group, holding the 80-year-old Comparing people with people and people with others is purely arguing.

As for abilities, this thing is also subject to age restrictions.Once a person gets old, his physical fitness and memory will seriously decline, and the progress of technology will not stagnate because the old generation loses the ability to continue learning, and the ability of the old will fall behind—similarly, Einstein et al. The ability of the big cow level is not within the scope of the discussion.

"Hey, hey hey, this topic is getting more and more dangerous." Wen leaned back vigilantly, "Don't you think instilling this kind of concept in your young daughter is not good for her life?"

"I'm not instilling any ideas. It's a fact of your own awareness."

"And part of a father's job is to say things like, 'People don't flatter you because your last name is Wayne', 'Even people who don't like fame and fortune like you because you're beautiful ’, ‘Just because you’re born with a high IQ doesn’t mean you’re more noble than them’… shit like that,” Wen said, “and you didn’t—”

Wayne stared into her eyes.

Wen suddenly came to his senses and coughed in embarrassment: "Oh, as you said, it's just that such an obvious lie can't fool Wendy at all."

"She's not an ordinary girl, she's very talented." Wayne said in a low voice, "But we know enough about Wendy. I want to know what's special about Connor."

"I don't know! You always think about the same thing and the same person hundreds of times in your mind, and I'm different! You like to eat a kind of fruit, and you want to study why?" Wen patted angrily. Sofa, "He is special, and I am happy."

Wayne said slowly: "This is also an answer."

Wen looked at Wayne with raised eyebrows for a moment.

"Well, I believe that you are indeed very interested in Connor. I have dealt with the thing that sent you here many times. He must have provided my information, but there can be less or less things related to Connor. And you've been in this world for too short a time, and you've spent too much time on another Batman, and you haven't had time to check Connor to the bottom of it."

"But I bet you want to know more," Wen said. "Do you want to know what the hell happened that day? Do you want to know what the hell I was talking to the clown?"

"..."

"I'll just tell you directly." Wen raised his hand in surrender, "You know, I often have strange hallucinations, and I was hungry and thirsty at the time, so when the clown walked towards me, he What I see is a huge, human-shaped biscuit as tall as a person."

"So I said to him—"

Wen said to the clown, "You smell delicious."

"Really? I dipped in syrup? What syrup?" The clown swallowed what he was about to say, and smacked his mouth nervously. "How delicious do I smell? It's the kind of..."

Wen's voice overlapped with the clown's: "...it makes people want to eat something delicious."

"So, what's going on here." The clown approached enthusiastically, and fiddled with the long sweat-soaked hair on Wen's face to reveal her eyes, "I've heard that the girls from the Wayne family are not--ordinary. , it’s said to be depression or something, and you’ve been recuperating abroad—you don’t look depressed, huh? What’s the situation, huh?”

Wen licked the corner of his lips, and his eyes were drooling all over the clown's body.

"Come closer," she said, "any closer and I'll tell you."

"Okay." Sure enough, the clown approached, so close that he almost pressed against Wen's face, "Is this enough?"

Wen frowned, and turned his back to the wall in disgust: "Damn! Why is your face so ugly! You smell delicious, but you look unappetizing!"

"You mean the scars on my face? Oh dear, that's when I was young..."

"I don't care how the biscuits are baked." Wen rudely interrupted the clown's next story, "Forget it, anyway, the clown is such a disgusting person, it's useless to pick."

"Oh, don't say that, I'm hurt." The clown shook his head, "But this makes me wonder what the world looks like in your eyes. Look... they all say I'm a lunatic, ha! ha! ha! I'm not What lunatic, what lunatic in this world can come up with so many wonderful plans?"

"Uh." Wen stiffly pressed the back of his head against the wall, "Now you've made the atmosphere awkward, clown."

Batman listened carefully, knowing that the most critical part was coming soon.

What the hell happened that day between Joker and Wen?Why does the Joker show such intense delight in anyone other than Batman, but never try to get close to Wen after that incident?

She must have said something that amuses the clown, but at the same time makes it clear to the clown that her words are unassailable.She must have exposed the truest part of himself that he had never been close to.

But then he heard Wen ask, "Why? Why did things become like this?"

Wayne was taken aback.

"Why? It's just a small problem, it's just a common miscommunication, it's just...it's just a little misunderstanding at first, Bruce, why?" Tears rolled down her face, "Why did things turn out like this?"

Wayne stood up hastily: "Wen..."

"Why are we all so smart, but can't even handle this little thing? Why doesn't anyone in the whole family talk properly? Bruce, why? Why are we all so special? Why aren't we happy? Why? Bruce? Why?"

"Why do you still want to know what the hell I said to the Joker? Why is it so important to you! Bruce! You hate the Joker for sacrificing so many people just to play a boring game of humanity with Batman, and you even sympathize with falling in love with Batman." Harley the Clown, what about me?"

"Am I not a victim of this game? I haven't hurt anyone but the clown!"