Win Wayne

Barry's impression of the city of Gotham isn't bad, but that's mostly because Batman is from Gotham, and Barry, like many people, has an instinctive fondness for his friend's hometown.

I just don't know if they are friends in the bat's heart.

It should be counted, Barry thought uncertainly in his heart, Batman is not some emotionless cold-blooded animal, they also have friendship for so many years, although the bat never said it, but they must be friends already?

Bat even brings him donuts!

Did Bats Give Donuts to Temperate Zones?

Thinking of this, Barry subconsciously glanced down at the girl in his arms. Her head was buried tightly in front of his chest, her long hair was tied into a refreshing ponytail——Wen seems to rarely dress himself up seriously.

Of course, this does not mean that she is usually unkempt,

Even without careful makeup and clothing selection, Wen looked more radiant than all the women in attendance.

It's just that her performance, again, is oddly disconnected with the way she feels.

Barry wondered for a few minutes, but ultimately blamed himself for the disconnection.

It's his fault, you shouldn't judge people by their cover.

"We're here." Barry stopped, carefully supported Wen's back and put her down, "Are you okay?"

"It's... more uncomfortable than I thought," Wen said.

Her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and her temples were throbbing and throbbing, as if a hand was pinching the place and repeatedly pulling it. If the mask hadn't blocked her face, the windbreaker would have effectively protected her skin , Wen had no doubt that she would scream because of the tingling sensation on her skin.

Damn, this feeling of being repeatedly pierced and pulled out by countless needles, pierced in and pulled out!

It hurts so much!

But compared to the pain, the itching was more uncomfortable. Without even looking, Wen knew that there must have been large bruises and small, red and bulging granules on the surface of her skin.

Under the skin, where she couldn't scratch, the itch was hot and bouncing like fire.

It was the first time that Wen was so strongly aware of the existence of the "body" itself, just like people can only feel the violent heartbeat after strenuous exercise, and the heavy lung cavity can only be felt after the cheeks flushed from holding back, this itching Her senses were activated like never before.

It turns out that people can feel the blood vessels, as well as the fat and muscles that wrap the blood vessels...

Wen's mind was full of all kinds of bizarre fantasies.

She even couldn't help thinking of the air-cushioned wooden comb she put in the bathroom. The wide wooden board is orderly distributed with fine comb teeth of different heights. Repeated combing can effectively massage the scalp. If the comb teeth are replaced with steel Needles, and then use this massage comb with steel needles to scrape her skin repeatedly, let the comb teeth of different heights penetrate deeply into her skin, and comb her body like combing hair. Can this kind of itching be relieved?

But if you do that, there will be blood, a lot of blood, and she must have passed out the first time she saw the blood.

Maybe blacking out was the real good idea.

As long as she doesn't wake up with the tickle after passing out.

How did Wendy endure it?It's impossible that Wendy couldn't feel this when she was in Gotham, right?She can still throw a party...

She can still fake a smile?

What a perverted family.

Barry thought that Wen was in a bad mood because he had to return to this familiar city, and Wen's answer was also regarded by him as evidence of his judgment.

"If you're really feeling too bad, we can first, you know, find a place to rest," he suggested, "you can adjust your mood or something. Then when you're ready, we'll go...to give you The second brother sweeps the grave."

When the word "grave sweeping" was mentioned, Barry couldn't help pinching his fingers guiltily.

Barry also knew a little bit about the fact that the second-generation Robin came back to trouble Batman after his resurrection.

He may be the first member of the Zhenglian to know about this, except for Superman and Diana. After all, Barry is restless and likes to run around. When he likes to run around, he will naturally be well-informed, especially gossip.

Now that Wen is so sad for her "dead" second brother, even though Wen's face is hidden behind a mask, it is hard to see if he is about to cry, but Barry still feels tortured by his conscience.

Otherwise, or should he tell her that Jason is still alive?

But in this way, how to explain Jason's resurrection to her?

That was resurrection from the dead, not a trivial matter where a broken leg healed within a few days, especially since Jason didn't have any strange bloodlines, he hadn't been taught magic, he was an earthling without superpowers, His resurrection is full of uncertainty and coincidence.

It took Batman a long time to accept that it was indeed Jason Todd who came back from the dead.

Barry wondered how long it would take Wen to accept this fact.

But he knew that Wen would never ignore this abnormality, and the closer she was to the family secret, the more insecure her life and psychology would be.

"No need to adjust." Wen tried hard to control, but there was still a tremor in his voice, "I can't wait for a second."

What else to adjust? Adjust, Wen just wants to leave Gotham and return to New York immediately after sweeping the tomb and fulfilling Wendy's wish!

Before in New York, Wen didn't like the city very much.There are too many people, the noise is too loud, and the air is too smelly, which often makes her sensitive nerves react, but Wen is wrong, New York is quite livable for her... Or compared with Gotham, everywhere is paradise !

"Let's go then," Barry said, "it's up ahead."

"Yeah," Wen said.

She took a few steps forward, rejecting Barry's attempt to follow her: "I'll just go by myself."

"It might not be safe, I'd better go with you." Barry sighed and persuaded, "And you go to the grave like this empty-handed, don't you buy a bunch of flowers or something?"

"I'm allergic to pollen."

Barry was stunned: "Then, buy something your second brother likes to eat?"

"Second brother likes junk food," Wen said, "but it doesn't matter, he's dead—buying him things is useless, and it will leave traces of people coming. I better not leave in Gotham Too many traces."

"Okay." Barry looked at Wen worriedly, "If you need, Wen..."

Wen quickly interrupted him: "Thank you. Thank you very much."

Barry looked at Wen with sadness in his eyes.

"Please—don't thank me," he said. "There's nothing I can do for you. Sorry."

Are you Chaoying too strict with yourself?

Living like this is great, but tiring.

"Don't say that," Wen shrugged freely, "Don't impose responsibilities that don't belong to you on your shoulders. Doing so will only make you appear hypocritical. Take your responsibilities well, and then talk about other things."

She waved to Barry and began to trot with seemingly ease.

The itching was so strong that Wendy was devastated. In order to get rid of the itching, she wished she could run to Brother Wendy's grave.

However, her back fell into Barry's eyes, and that lively ponytail was undoubtedly tainted with a forced smile, which made his nose sour.

This luxury cemetery is located in a remote location, and the forest of steles is silent. Wen Xiao ran, occasionally startling a wild cat or two lying on the side of the road to take a nap.

Wendy hasn't said where the specific location is yet.

But Wen had a very strong premonition in her heart. She knew which direction she should go and where she should turn without asking.

Her heart beat faster again, and the pain poured out like a torrential downpour.

She tripped over something suddenly, staggered, and fell to the road with a thud.

temperature:"……"

She was about to burst into tears!

Damn it hurts!The pain made her eyes go black!

Wen Qiang held back tears and stood up while supporting the ground. Wendy was already standing in front of her second brother's grave, silently staring at the tombstone, wondering what she was thinking.

At this time, do you want to step back and give Wendy and her second brother some personal space?

Even if it doesn't matter whether she stands far or near, at least she can show her attitude.

Wen said: "I won't bother you to reminisce about the past, you can talk."

"Obviously, it's impossible for me to chat with a dead person." Wendy said, her expression showed no emotion, "Even the fact that I came here is meaningless."

"The joy of life is meaningless!" Wen smiled, "If everyone comes to this world for a certain meaning, it can only show that this world is shameful. People are people, and people are not tools. "

Wendy raised her eyebrows: "Sometimes you can say something that seems to make sense."

"I'm not really stupid, okay? I just don't care about the things you care about." Wen said seriously, "To be honest, you are completely unreasonable to me, but because we are in the same body, Our senses are connected again, so I can feel your thoughts again. It's still...fun."

It's a fun experience to understand someone who would otherwise be impossible to understand.

What's more, Wendy's experience is very rich, she is very funny even in pain.

Wendy knelt down in front of the grave, and Wen stood a little further away with nothing to do. In order to prevent herself from scratching her body, she tightly held her two hands together.

The humidity in Gotham was cold, but the chill made her feel much better.

A few minutes later, Wen, who couldn't bear it anymore, said, "Is there nothing you want to say to your second brother?"

"No."

Wen felt it was absurd: "Then why do you have to come to see him? Can't you miss him silently in your heart?"

"Of course you find it troublesome. He's not your second brother." Wendy said, "But he is my second brother. Of course I want to come over and see his graveyard with my own eyes."

"He is indeed not my second brother, but he is not your second brother either." Wen reminded, "Did you forget that your own second brother is in a parallel world?"

Wendy said, "Shut up."

Wen snorted and really quieted down.

In the dense fog, her figure was standing gracefully at a slant, her body stretched as if she was about to dance, and the hem of the windbreaker chased her calves.

"Can we go?"

"No."

Wen had to change his position and stand.

"Now? Can I go?"

"No."

Wen wanted to get angry, but the shrunken version of Wendy was still vivid in her memory. She stomped her feet on the spot without saying a word, but suppressed her breath.

Wendy said: "...Okay, let's go."

Wen looked at Wendy in disbelief, trying to tell from her expression whether she was joking: "That's it? Are you leaving now?"

"Let's go." Wendy said.

Even at this time, she was still so calm, as if nothing had happened.

Wen really exploded.

"You're—sick! You're crazy!" She was suffocating with anger, "It's fine if you live a hypocritical life, damn it, I'm the one who's really innocent! You're fine if you torture yourself, I'm down What kind of mold wants to suffer with you!"

Wendy didn't speak.

"Why is there such a crazy person like you in the world?" Wen Bai couldn't figure it out, "Although everyone in your family is crazy, I admit it, but your family is only crazy in their attitude towards others. I don't feel like they are masochistic like you."

Wendy said, "What are you talking about?"

"I had some dreams, related to you." Wen Yi said with a faint smile, "but I still haven't figured out whether it was your dream or mine. I was the leader when I first dreamed, but you You can talk to me, you are the leader in the second dream, but you can't see me..."

"The first dream is my perspective. It's my memory or... a hallucination or something. I can feel you and talk to you." Wendy said, "As for the second dream you mentioned, I have no idea Love. It's all yours."

She only said this one sentence and said no more.

Wen was taken aback.

What the hell?I shared a body with you while you were still in your own home?

I'm not when you ran away from home and went to the parallel world, what kind of mistake might have happened in the position, and you somehow shared your body?

But this obviously doesn't make sense!I have no impression of the past at all!

"I remember you said you chased me away several times, but I would come back every time." Wen asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"

"The meaning is to drive you away." Wendy said, "I just want to find a way to kill you."

Wen: "..." I seem to have misheard?

She pondered suspiciously for a few seconds, and then pondered for a few more seconds before finally saving her brain from the daze that was about to shut down, and said in shock: "You want to kill me!"

"I've already killed it." Wendy said calmly.

"But it shouldn't be! Why did you kill people? You're not this type of person!" Wendy hasn't recovered yet, but her anger has been effectively diverted, and now she's more concerned about what Wendy said "You're never going to do that!"

Wendy said, "How much do you know about me?"

Wen thought about it seriously.

She said: "You told me before that your unhealthy is your charm, but you were wrong. Being unhealthy is not your charm, your charm is - you maintain yourself in the face of pain. Your charm is, no matter No matter how many weird things you do, no matter how much you fight back, get angry and hurt people, people can feel that it was not your intention."

Wen suddenly turned and ran away. When she came back, she was out of breath and dragging a large shovel in her hand.

"What are you going to do?" Wendy had a bad feeling, and she took a few steps back.

Wen raised the shovel and swung it down hard at the tombstone. The iron scraped across the marble surface, making a piercing sound.

Wen tried hard to hit it a few times, then put down the shovel in his hand shaking his head and sighing.

"This thing is too strong, I can't break it." Wen said, "I shouldn't come here and smash the grave of my second brother. I should go back and burn the house at home. Or blow it up."

"What do you think?" she suggested enthusiastically, "Shall we go back and burn the house?"

Then she heard someone behind her say, "...I don't feel all right."

Wen vigilantly clenched the shovel in his hand before turning back. The tall man who responded to her slowly walked over. He seemed to be hiding behind another grave not far away, and he didn't know that he was watching her from the side. how long.

He didn't hear what she said just now?

Damn, those words cannot be explained clearly by simply talking to yourself.

Wen didn't want to be seen as a psychopath at all!

The man stopped three or four meters away from Wen, and it seemed inappropriate to say that he was a man, because he still looked very young.

And, I have to say, his appearance is extremely handsome. The short black hair and the impatient expression of pursing his lips combined with a slightly rough temperament, which gives people a rough feeling full of masculinity .

But his blue eyes were so gentle that it even made Wen feel strangely shy.

Something's wrong, this guy is tall and muscular, and even a large leather jacket can't hide his muscles. Is there something wrong with her eyes that makes him look "strangely shy"?

But I really have this feeling... Especially when the other party is trying not to look away from her, this feeling is even stronger.

And it's kind of familiar.

Wen slowly, slowly opened his eyes, and slowly, slowly opened his mouth.

Wendy!Wendy, did you see it!

Although he has grown a lot taller, stronger, and matured a lot, but this face and this expression, this, this, this is...

Wen blurted out: "...Second Brother?"

Wendy had already rushed in front of him, staring at him in a daze. It was the first time Wendy had seen that fascinated look, but now Wendy's mood was not much more stable than Wendy's.

What the hell!Brother, aren't you already dead?

Your grave is in front of me, I thought about smashing your grave just now!Sorry second brother!I don't have a problem with you, I just saw Wendy's suffocation, so I thought of doing something to make her angry and explode!

Brother, I was wrong!I shouldn't have attacked your grave!

Are you cheating, brother?

Just because I want to pry your grave?

Or, or should I say that what is appearing in front of me now is not a human at all, but...a ghost?

Although I have never seen a proven ghost anywhere, considering the abnormality of this world, there are magic, so it is completely understandable to have ghosts, right?

Wen took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look, the weather in Gotham was too cloudy, and it was impossible to see if the second brother was there.

Unexpectedly, the young man on the opposite side backed away immediately: "Stay where you are and don't move, don't come over."

As if to make sure Wen would do the same, he pulled back his palm and pulled out what looked like a pistol from behind. The gun was aimed at Wen.

temperature:"……"

She stopped immediately and raised her hands.

The second brother said sternly, "Take off the mask and let me see."

no!You don't have a sister like me in this world!

I took off the mask to no avail!You don't know me!

Wen slowly put down his hands to take off the mask. Unexpectedly, this action caused the other party to shout nervously, "Stop! Raise your hands! Don't move!"

Wen stopped immediately and raised his hands.

The second brother's anxiety could be felt without looking. His hands were shaking, and he was clenching his teeth so hard that his cheek muscles began to twitch, and his expression was even a little ferocious.

Seemingly noticing that Wen was looking at him, he straightened his expression unnaturally, and asked in a vicious voice, "You just... what did you call me?"

"Second brother." Wen whispered.

The man on the opposite side pursed his lips again, showing a little nervous uneasiness, but quickly restrained himself.

Now Wen knows why Wendy said "It's always a bit awkward when I get along with my second brother".

"This is impossible." Wendy murmured, "This is impossible. The second brother is dead, he has been dead for so many years...he has not been resurrected in my world."

She stared intently at the face of the second brother. If there were thorns in her eyes, the cool and handsome face of the second brother might be bloody.

"Or he was resurrected." Wendy said coldly, "but no one told me."

It seems that some people are really angry.

Wen was overjoyed.