Win Wayne

It's never a problem to talk dirty in front of Batman, don't talk dirty, even if you punch this old guy in the head, the bat won't get angry because of it.

But Harry knew she would pay a small, painful price.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Batman kicked her in the side with lightning. Harry gasped in pain, but couldn't help laughing amid the sharper and sharper pain: "Oh, little bat, that's it!" Are you desperate? It seems that Wendy is hiding so well that even you can't find it this time."

"Answer my question." Batman's voice seemed to come from hell, "Don't make fun of Mr. Wayne's daughter."

"Well, if you insist." Harry shrugged indifferently, "I really don't know why Mr. Wayne is so angry about me dating his daughter."

Batman: "..."

"And you, Bat, didn't you just save Wendy a few times, sometimes your attitude is as if Wendy is your daughter and I'm a bad woman who seduced your innocent little girl." Harley continued Targeting Batman, "God! I still remember when I first dated little Wendy!"

She got more and more angry: "I was obedient enough in that time, right? And you, Batman, let go of the goddamn Riddler who stirs up trouble in Gotham, thinking about how to catch me all day long Little braid. You used to hit me just to catch me and imprison me in Arkham, then? You came here to catch me just to hit me!"

Batman said, "Answer. My. Question."

Harry stared at Batman with wide eyes, as if he was scrutinizing Batman's expression with his eyes, but of course, she couldn't find any personal emotion in that cold, serious face.

But Harley is not a newcomer who just dealt with Batman, she gasped: "God! Did something happen to Wendy?"

"..."

"I really hope that little Wendy is safe and sound, well, bat, although we all agree that you are an annoying person who looks for nothing and thinks that the whole of Gotham is his own backyard, but in any case, you are indeed the whole world. The best detective in the world."

Harry tilted his head and thought for a while: "Let me think about when to start talking—oh! Do you want to listen to those sweet words too? I don't mind."

Batman didn't let anyone notice his rare wavering and hesitation.

"Say what you know. Every word. Every thing."

Harry moved his body again, sat cross-legged against the wall on the roof, and started talking without caring about the blood on his lips.

In the early hours of the morning, Harley Quinn was sent back to Arkham Asylum by Batman.

The dean had been waiting at the door for a long time. He received Harry, who was angrily cursing non-stop, with a cigarette in his mouth. He pouted at Batman and said lazily, "Here again?"

At dawn, the Batmobile finally returned to the Batcave.

Bruce Wayne staggered a little and sat down at the table, Alfred served him breakfast and espresso, and stepped aside.

"Master Richard and Master Jason came back a few hours before you, sir," said Arff, who had to spit out a savage reply when Bruce looked up. "Neither of them found anything new."

"Where's Tim?"

"Master Timothy has been working continuously for more than 72 hours, and he just went to bed an hour ago." Afu bent down and filled Bruce with coffee, "Master Timothy didn't explain the progress, but judging by his expression, let me make a bold guess , he probably won't gain anything."

Bruce's hand holding the coffee stops in mid-air.

He stared at the void, and Alfred looked at the child he grew up with distressedly, knowing that Bruce must have fallen into painful self-blame and struggle again.

Whenever Miss Wendy ran away from home, the master's mood would become extremely bad.

But having served the family for most of his life, Afu also clearly knew that there was never room for other people to intervene in this kind of matter.

This family has a common secret, but Wendy is excluded. Although anyone who knows the details can't say that this is not an appropriate way to deal with it, Wendy, who is at the center of the whole incident, knows nothing about it.

Her annoyance and the resulting set of behaviors are so normal that her desire for the truth is beyond reproach.

Facing the dilemma, the whole family chose silence.

"I never thought of myself as a responsible and qualified enough father, Alfred," Bruce said, "but I just realized today that I know so little about Wendy. Less than I thought. I Maybe—I might not know Wendy at all."

It's pointless to talk about it now, but Bruce had been extremely shocked by the conversation he had with Halle earlier.

He had never realized that Wendy could... have such a rough side.

This is also normal, after all, which father would pay attention to his daughter's private life?He just couldn't bear that things were beyond his control, and Wendy's promiscuity, to a certain extent, Bruce knew exactly why Wendy's character was formed.

There is nothing wrong with love, and it is very common to attach importance to pleasure. Even if the temper is a little bit arrogant, what does it matter?

Wendy was his daughter, and from the moment he held the premature daughter in his palm and was surprised to find that her little red feet were not even half as long as his finger, she was destined to have everything.

Alfred said, "Which side of Miss Wendy are you referring to that you don't understand?"

Bruce said, "Every side."

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but the depression in his heart not only did not relax, but became heavier, pressing heavily on his chest, making him feel a suffocating pain.

He still has a charity auction to attend today, and a private appointment if time permits.

The other party is an actress who has just signed a contract with her agent for a few days. She urgently needs to be exposed. The assistant has already negotiated with the other party. As long as he can be there on time, he will take a few street photos after dinner. Do whatever you want.

——The implication of "do whatever you want" is very clear, but Bruce only wants to quickly finish his presence in front of the public and the media.

He is too tired.

Halfway through breakfast, Dick and Jason walked down the stairs one after the other, and sat down across from Bruce without saying a word.

They both had dark circles under their eyes, Jason nearly smashed his head into the plate while eating, Dick was better than Jason, but he was also seriously distracted, he ate everything on the plate, and he was still stirring with a spoon absent-mindedly go.

It's not every day that they are so tired.

When there is a task, the task is still at the top of the list, but after the task is over, the free time is crowded. They sift through Wen's social circle like a sieve, and they have worked tirelessly to check every place where Wen may appear.

A blank result only makes them more and more desperate.

"Nothing was found, even after the entire Titan was dispatched, there was still nothing to gain." Dick said.

"My companion and I have also searched," Jason continued, "especially New York and Metropolis, where Wendy often goes. We can't go on like this, this is not an option."

Bruce rubbed his temples: "Go and rest."

Dick stood up, hesitated to speak.

"...If I had known that something like this would happen when she ran away from home this time." Jason rubbed his hair irritably, "I wouldn't listen to your advice and tell Wendy that I'm back!"

"What reason do you use to explain your resurrection from the dead?" Dick, who was also angry, sneered, "Wendy is not the kind of person who will believe whatever you say. Without a convincing reason, she will sooner or later Find out what we were hiding from her."

Jason also sneered: "If we didn't tell her, she didn't find out? Fuck, I've said it before, there's no reason not to tell her alone about this kind of thing!"

"Wendy's health is too bad! What if something happens!"

Jason was furious: "Say it as if we can keep her safe from accidents without telling her!"

They looked at each other, their chests heaving with anger. The continuous work and repeated setbacks over the past few days had accumulated anger in their hearts. The hostility hovered in this empty and vast room, and the air was so dry that it seemed that just a little more sparks would boil over.

These words shattered the illusion of peace like a spell. Dick and Jason glared at each other, and at the same time looked at Bruce who was sitting on the side without saying a word.

Their expressions are so similar.

The same confusion, the same grievance, the same anger but unable to vent.

Likewise, the fear of an inescapable loss.

Bruce said, "Okay, be quiet, sit down. There's nothing to worry about, and we both know no news is best news at times like these."

They still don't know where Wendy went, it's too weird, no one can leave traces in the real world, but Wendy's whereabouts disappeared out of thin air after leaving Gotham City.

If you use handwriting on paper to describe it, it is a long series of equations that stop abruptly after writing a certain part, and you can calculate the answer after the equation based on the numbers and symbols in front, but the answer should be written where there is nothing.

The equation is here, the logic is here, but after the equal sign is another number.

This is the ultimate predicament they are facing now. This incident is completely beyond explanation with common sense. Wendy's disappearance is not logical at all.

Dick and Jason sat down in silence.

They weren't usually this good at all, but since Wendy's disappearance was confirmed, Bruce's behavior has always been calm.

He is still taking care of the whole of Gotham, managing the identity of Bruce Wayne to the outside world, switching the performance smoothly and freely.He's pretty much in control of his two lives, Batman's fists against Two-Face, Penguin, or any other well-known villain, while Bruce Wayne's smile at beauties is still flirtatious and charming.

He was emotionally stable, insisted on staying up late and exercising, and everything was no different from before Wendy disappeared.

It was as if Wendy was still in his sight - even though she had indeed disappeared without a trace.

But behind Bruce's calm eyes, Batman stared at the large dark block left by the blood on the black gloves and flicked it lightly, and when he occasionally looked into the distance in a daze, he retracted his gaze as if realizing something when.

All who have had contact with him, who are in contact with him, who have had to be in contact with him for a long time, can feel it.

This seemingly tough and indestructible man, deep in his heart, is slowly collapsing somewhere.

He didn't seem to have noticed it yet, and no one dared to remind him of it.

He was shaky.