Win Wayne

long farewell

Wayne stood in front of Wen, bent down, and put his hand on her cheek.

Her tears wet his fingers.

Her tears were hot as fire.

There are many answers to the questions she asks, about his principles, about those "you are dangerous" conclusions.

But he couldn't say a single word.

"I don't need the answer, I already know the answer," Wen said.

She is different from Wendy.

The father Wendy knew was Bruce Wayne, but the father she knew was Batman.

She knew the secret early on, even early on she knew the secondary identities of everyone else in the family.

She has been silently watching Wendy make a choice, just like Wendy is silent and letting her make a choice now.

They have always been forks from the same trunk.

They are never the same person.

Tears flowed down from Wen's eyes.

For the first time Wayne knew that a person could shed so many tears, he had only seen so much blood from someone before - and the tears dripped from his wrists, staining the hem of Wen's clothes in large wet spots.

"I know why Wendy always succeeds in killing me." Wen whispered, "It's not because she is more dominant or stronger, she always kills me because..."

...because I wish I had never been born.

"Dad," Wen said, "I didn't blame you, and Wendy didn't blame you. I didn't get mad at the choices you made, and neither did Wendy."

"I don't see anything wrong with you valuing 'Batman' over everything else."

"Same goes for Wendy."

"She's more open to the choices you make than I am. She's more open to your 'my daughter is less important than Gotham' thoughts."

It's just... It's just that they do feel pain and discomfort while agreeing to being a victim.

"Why? Bruce? Why you? Why us?" Wyn was lost. "Why? Have you ever thought about it, Bruce?"

Wayne was silent for a long time.

But his silence at this moment is not a silence with nothing to say.

"Bruce!"

"You know what the answer is." Wayne whispered, with a bit of unbearable tone in his tone, "You're not like Wendy. You knew the answer from the beginning, and you made a decision from the beginning. "

Wen looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"I've seen every one of your public performances." Wayne continued, "I may not be there, but I'm always there. You all have excellent dancing talents, which are visible to the naked eye. Maybe You don't realize how many girls less talented than you are craving what you have when you're dancing center stage, out of the spotlight."

Wen stopped crying and listened intently.

"Talent." Wayne repeated the word.

He sat down beside Wen and took her into his arms. Wen quietly leaned on his shoulder without saying a word.

"Too great talent will overwhelm people. For example, another kind of 'talent' of yours, or the talent of becoming a superhero." Wayne said, "Although saying this goes against Zhenglian's long-standing propaganda, everyone knows , 'Every ordinary person can be a hero' is a slogan after all. It is more accurate to say that every ordinary person can act heroically at some point. But ordinary people cannot be heroes, just as heroes cannot Turn yourself into a normal person."

"My talent didn't overwhelm me," Wen retorted.

"It didn't overwhelm you, it just made you... very, very confused." Wayne sighed softly.

"The ability to capture emotions, to detect details, to explore subtle contradictions, to be sufficiently intelligent and clear-headed is not a good combination. They allow you to see the truth behind the surface of life: like us A double identity for all."

"I can join," Wen said.

But she's well aware that she doesn't want to be a part of the heroic cause.

She lacks the necessary ingredients to be a hero, she lacks the love of life and other beautiful things-she has almost no love for these things, let alone, in order to be a hero, you must have a strong enough self-sacrifice. love it.

"No." Wayne calmly rejected her proposal, "This is not your intention."

"You don't believe in beauty. You don't believe in love. You don't believe in humanity. You don't believe in almost anything, Wen, and you doubt yourself all the time," Wayne said. Did you ever hurt anyone' to avoid. You even fully understand what I don't trust you and fully accept my distrust."

"Isn't that bad?"

"No," Wayne said. "I'm not one of the things you don't trust."

"..."

"You trust me. It's not a good thing, I'm not always right, and your trust in me is a blind obedience that completely abandons self." He said, "I keep silent about secrets, so you keep silent; I think you are dangerous, You give up on justifying and proving yourself; I am 'Batman' and you try to hold yourself to a similar standard."

Wen remained silent.

But Wayne didn't feel disturbed, nor did he feel misunderstood because Wen didn't respond.Most of the communication between people will end in failure, but there has never been such a problem between him and Wen.

There was a strange resonance between them that he could understand and she could understand.He'd spent years trying to look like he didn't care, and Wen could read even his avoidance.

She accepted.again and again.

She put her whole life on him, and silently obeyed all his decisions without any resistance.

Wen said, "I think you're right. I don't like it. But you're right."

She saw countless butterflies flying in the room, but she couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or not.Thick darkness enveloped the room, she felt very cold, too cold.Maybe she heard a slight laugh.Is it Leonardo?Was he watching what was happening at this moment?The internal organs seemed to be twitching, and she was so dizzy that she couldn't hear any sound... Is the world real?Is the world fake?Is there an answer to such a question?

Time stood still.

Wen wanted to run away from all the confusion, and even more wanted to cry hysterically.She leaned against Bruce's arms, as if she had just woken up from this body, and saw the first person who rescued her from the suffocating darkness in her ignorance.

He always arrives with deranged hallucinations and pain, cold, gloomy, and almost inhumanly rational; he is soaked in malicious sewage, but every time he looks at each other, he shines with warm light.

She desperately wanted to be able to believe something.

She wasn't terribly frightened, or sad, she just felt lost all the time.Too many questions, too many uncertainties, too many feelings...too much for her to handle.

"You said that when I was dancing, there were a lot of girls looking at me out of the spotlight." Wen paused, "You know—"

"I know," Wayne said.

This is obviously an unavoidable topic.As for how they feel in this family, as the only members who don't have the identity of another superhero, how exactly do they look at them?

"I don't have your talent," they said. "Why?"

This question does not sound half doubtful, but the strength has not been reduced by half.

They spend almost their entire lives asking this question.There was no howling, crying, or pain, and even the voices were kept extremely low, yet the confusion made them sick and drained.The exuberant passion and warm feelings make those who are close to them easily fall into the deep well, and mistakenly think that they are connected with them.

Their emotional appeal was a terrible gift—but not the one she wanted.

Worst of all, although Wayne could understand their confusion intellectually, he couldn't empathize with her emotionally.It's the same with the whole family, they're all gifted superheroes and they are superheroes, even Alfred is in it, it's just not in public, they're the only ones who are completely shut out .

With what mood did she watch all this?

Wendy's anger is straightforward enough to see through at a glance, gentle Wendy is not exactly the same.

This is where Wayne is most puzzling.

Wen's reaction is always hidden in the spiritual world that he can't touch. He can say that he knows Wen very well, or he doesn't understand Wen at all.In the past, he has avoided thinking about this, and a large part of the reason is because everything related to Wen is full of emotion.Purely emotional, that's what he's least good at.

"Why?" Wayne said. "That's the question I wanted to ask, too."

No one knew more deeply what Wen wanted to ask than him.Without shame, he is the one who knows how much it takes to become a hero, and their doubts are by no means simple anger and self-pity.

It was more like a person standing outside the door seeing the scene inside the door through the crack of the door. They saw the glow and felt its warmth, but they knew very clearly that all they could get was a ray of afterglow, forever No chance to set foot in it.

They may hate them a little, but at the same time they hate themselves for daring to hate.

That's why Wendy was so angry from the beginning to the end, but she was reluctant to reveal the most essential reason that led to the anger; and Wen, she understood and accepted it most clearly, she faced her jealousy directly, and finally by forcing herself Emancipation without desire.

They couldn't really escape.

The scenery outside the door is actually very beautiful, which is another kind of beauty different from that inside the door.

——However, this sentence cannot be said by the people inside the door.

"I'm doing fine." Wen skipped to the new topic without thinking, "New world, new attitude, new future. I don't want to know the answer, Bruce, I give up the moment I make a choice for the possibility of getting an answer. I guess I just asked so much because..."

She suddenly smiled, raised her face, calm and calm.

They don't have the expression of a powerless child anymore, maybe she hasn't found her purpose and is determined to burn for it, just like they burn for their other identity, but she is ready to spend herself life.

They don't need that afterglow anymore.

After all, they will open a new door, walk in, and become the light source inside the door.

"...Because in front of you, I always feel that I am weak and small." They said, "I have no way to escape from your halo."

Wayne looked down at her, and after a while, he said, "I know."

Wen touched his back: "Is this blood shed for us?"

"I've shed more blood for you than that."

Wen asked again, "Did you shed tears for us too?"

"As many tears as you have shed for me."

"I wish I could bleed for you too."

Wayne answered her tenderly: "Then I will shed more tears for you than you shed for me."

"I think I owe a lot of people an apology. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Alfred," they said, "but I haven't figured out what to say yet."

"Take your time," Wayne said. "We're all impatient."

"When I think it over, I'll go and tell them. Pick a day when you're all there, maybe Christmas, maybe someday," they said, "and don't be too surprised then."

"Okay," Wayne said.

They sat in silence, neither of them having the heart to speak first.Everyone was a little annoyed by the current silence, but they all felt relieved, and even felt a little inappropriate comfort.

"I've seen your back too many times." Wen said.

"Then it's my turn this time."

Wen laughed, and she turned her head and gave Wayne a hug.She pressed her face against his cheek, and after a few seconds of pause, she stood up and walked out of the room without looking back.

On the way, she asked Wendy: "Do you think he believes that I will go back and apologize?"

Wendy walked side by side with her, hearing this, she just shook her head.She stopped at the elevator door and watched the door slowly close. Wen tilted her head and watched Wendy from the crack of the elevator door until Wendy was completely shut behind the door.

Wayne sat quietly.

He saw the iron-gray thick fog gradually rising, and several beautiful butterflies came lightly.He knew that this was the signal to return, so he stood up and walked into the thick fog.

Bruce leaned against the door at some point: "Did you take this long to say goodbye?"

"It's not a goodbye. They've grown up."

"I thought you were retorting 'so much time'."

"It was indeed as short as a split second."

Wayne closed his eyes, feeling the butterfly's slender legs resting on the surface of his skin.More and more butterflies fly over...

And his butterfly flew away.Will never come back again.

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