Win Wayne

Howls of pain, the sound of fist-to-flesh physical collisions, howling wind, vulgar cursing... All these things that show themselves unscrupulously in the middle of Gotham's night are so strange to Wendy.

She has only been exposed to these things once or twice.

Each time was the most difficult experience in her life to recall and face directly.

She had already dressed, but she hadn't left the room for a long time. All the sounds now just broke into her ears through the door panel, faintly.

If she really opened the door and walked out, it would become her own initiative to break into another world.

She felt like a city dweller who had strayed into a primeval forest.

But it's not the same, because Wendy is not completely ignorant of what's going on outside.In her limited 18-year life, her life hung by a thread more than once, and she suffered from several mental illnesses, but even so, she still couldn't restrain her strong curiosity.

She is a lively person.No matter how she pretends and closes herself with etiquette, her nature thrives deep in her heart.

Wendy knew that she couldn't control her thoughts, so she restrained her words and deeds more and more strictly.

As long as it is not discovered, it does not exist. She knows that this is self-deception, but unfortunately she will never be able to be as honest as her other self-showing all her emotions indifferently, and at the same time will not be hurt by others' eyes and judgments.

"Go!" Wendy's trance was interrupted by the familiar sound of running, "Are you standing there stupidly because you want to be a target for others? Run!"

After being filtered by the mask, the air Jason carried with him when he ran still smelled of gunpowder smoke and warm blood.Wendy pursed her lips behind the mask, trying to say something, but Jason had already hugged her involuntarily.

"Bury your head down and don't look out." He said hurriedly, "There will be a lot of blood outside. I'm sorry that you may have never seen or heard of such a scene. I have no other way to block your ears for the time being."

Wendy has seen this kind of scene before.

She lay silently in Jason's arms, and no one would believe that this was the first hug she and Jason had... And this hug was so strange, and Jason was also so strange.

In her eyes, Jason is a gentle person, rough but gentle, who loves to read and study, and reticent because of shyness.

But this Jason was fundamentally different from the Jason she had seen.His steps were fast and steady, and the weapon pinned to his waist hurt her, but he realized it quickly and moved the weapon to another location.

Jason wore a red full-face helmet.

Wendy knew who would be wearing the helmet.

She closed her eyes and buried her head deeply in Jason's arms.

It wasn't until he got on the motorcycle that Jason heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his attention to the "sister" in his arms.She closed her eyes and breathed steadily. Even though she was curled up against his chest, she gave off a strange sense of tranquility.

……No way?It can't be that he fell asleep, right?

Jason couldn't believe it, he pushed Wen: "Wake up, wake up!"

"I didn't sleep." Wendy adjusted her posture and sat upright on the scooter, "Has your matter been resolved? Is it the gangsters you ransacked before who came here to make trouble?"

"Yes." Jason was a little unaccustomed to this serious style of speaking, "At first I thought it was that guy who called at the door... It's also a strange thing, he would leave Gotham at such a time, I don't know what it is So important."

Wendy looked up at the unfamiliar Jason: "You mean Batman?"

"...You are a little bit wrong." Jason said, "Don't you know nothing about Gotham?"

Wendy laughed and said: "People who don't know Gotham anymore, as long as they know the city of Gotham, they will also know Batman and Robin, right? Even Wendy, who knows Gotham almost as well as outsiders, will know Batman." Hero and Robin."

Jason was stunned by a certain point in this sentence: "Who are you? Where is Wen? What's going on here?"

"I'm Wendy." Wendy said, "Wen fell asleep and didn't want to wake up."

Jason subtly sensed Wen's style from this sentence... yes, that's right, it's this kind... There was a shootout outside, and she knew very well that she might lose her life if she didn't get up, but she just couldn't get up , she just wants to continue to sleep.

She has a big secret in her hands, but all she wants is a game console.

"Okay, let her sleep." Jason paused, "So you're not a hallucination or an 'invisible friend', you're..."

"It doesn't matter what I am." Wendy said, "I rarely show up, so just pretend that Wen has another image that you don't understand."

They galloped through the streets of Gotham, Wendy's voice was clear and quiet.

She sat upright, looking calmly into his eyes as she spoke, a gesture that somehow made Jason feel restrained and wanting to stay away.

People who behave too gracefully and well-bred make him uncomfortable.

But this Wendy is undoubtedly more in line with the image of a "sister" in Jason's heart who is concealed by another identity.A typical upper-class lady, no matter how much she hides, she can't hide her deep-rooted habits. It's not about etiquette and posture, but details, a subtle one. No matter how much she respects you, she can make you feel alienated and distanced. details.

"...Okay." Jason didn't know how to talk to this Wendy, and it took him a while to hold back the word.

He turned into the alley, and the people who were hiding in the dark and watching them secretly retreated to hide further away. Jason jumped off the motorcycle and said, "Come on, the next road is too conspicuous. Let's go on foot." .”

Wendy straightened up and held out her hand to Jason.

Jason: "..."

He reacted slowly, spread out his palms, let Wendy put them on him, and then used his strength to lightly fall to the ground.

"Let's go." Wendy straightened the hem of the windbreaker, "Let's go?"

Jason came back to his senses, turned his head and led the way.

Wendy slowly used her breathing to regulate her heartbeat. Her limbs had already started to ache. She didn't know what Wendy felt when she was suffering from the pain caused by phobia. She just felt that the harder she walked, Her limbs became weaker and weaker.

The heart pumped blood to her throat, and Wendy's tongue was filled with bitter water and a fishy smell.She coughed, and continued to cough uncontrollably.

Jason turned around: "What's wrong with you? Have you caught a cold?"

"It's nothing." Wendy said lightly, "I'm just not used to walking in such a dark night."

Jason: "...I'll carry you on my back."

"Thank you, no need." Wendy said, she swallowed while enduring the discomfort, "I can walk by myself."

If Wen had said that, Jason would have forcibly picked him up, but it was Wendy who said that. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and continued to lead the way.

Wendy is very different from Wen. From any point of view, Wendy is more in line with Jason's imagination of "sister".It's not that Wen is bad, it's just that she feels...so stupid.

Sure enough, it was still so uncomfortable.

Every step the mermaid landed on the shore felt like she was stepping on the tip of a knife. The pain was nothing, at least the mermaid only hurt on the soles of her feet, and every part of her body was itchy and painful.

The phobia tightly grasped her internal organs, leaving sunken finger marks on the surface of her soft internal organs. Those giant hands were squeezing the blood in her internal organs, and transporting the blood to every part of her body. place.

Wendy gradually found her own rhythm through patience. She cleverly transformed her vain footsteps into elegant and regular shaking. It was difficult to conceal the sound of breathing and heartbeat, but now the distance between Jason and her was not counted. Recently, she shouldn't be able to find that something is wrong with her, but for some reason, she feels that she is getting more and more... cold...

Jason heard someone fall to the ground.

He immediately realized that Wendy had fallen, and without thinking, he rushed back to Wendy and tried to help her up.

But Wendy's hands felt icy cold to the touch, which was strange. Her hands were so cold when they got off the motorcycle before, which could be explained by the cold wind. Now that they've been away for a while, why does she still feel so cold to the touch?

Jason said, "What's the matter with you?" He felt deeply that he had asked this question too many times tonight.

"...I'm a little cold." Wendy said slowly, "I'm still a little tired and shivering... It hurts a bit, like being bitten by a mosquito."

She leaned against Jason weakly, lifted the windbreaker a little and looked over.

She slammed back to the ground.

If Jason hadn't caught her head with quick eyes and hands, she would have suffered a slight concussion.

"Wendy?" Jason shouted dumbfounded, "Wendy? You...are you dizzy?"

At this time, he didn't care about so much, Jason picked up Wendy horizontally, and ran towards the target location.

Wen woke up in dull pain.

She turned over in a half-asleep half-awake state, but she didn't expect to hit the wound, and the sharp pain pierced into the flesh like an awl. Waking up with a jerk like in the snow.

"It hurts—it hurts, it hurts!" she yelled, carefully avoiding the pain and sitting up, "Why did I get hurt? What's going on? Why has my room changed?"

"Shot." Wendy said quietly, "I'm sorry, I was manipulating the body at that time."

"You were shot to the waist." Jason said, who heard the sound, "Do you remember what happened before?"

"I fell asleep, isn't Wendy dealing with it?" Wen leaned awkwardly, "It's late at night, I want to sleep. Anyway, Wendy can't sleep, just let her run with you—"

Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at Jason with suspicious eyes: "I said you wouldn't give Wendy a gun, tell her how to use it, and then expect her to be with you, like in those mentally retarded movies. fight?"

Jason: "...Sorry, I won't make such layman's mistakes."

Wendy said quietly: "My...girlfriend, her family specializes in arms, and taught me how to use a lot of firearms and weapons. Later, I became familiar with Tony, and his training ground was also open for me to use...My marksmanship is very good. good."

"Then why are you still injured?" Wen stroked his waist worriedly, "I don't want to lie on the bed for too long."

"It will be fine in a few days, don't worry." Wendy said, "Because of some special reasons, our body is hard to get hurt and has a strong ability to repair."

Didn't you swear to me that this body is purely human, Wendy!

"I guaranteed that we are pure human beings, but I didn't say that I didn't experience some special events." Wendy paused for a long time before continuing, "In short...you can mess with this body as you like, allergies Symptoms, phobias are not a big problem, we will be weak, we will be in pain, but we will not die easily."

...You really have money for doing this.

I just said, normal ordinary human beings don’t sleep every day like you, how could it be just a little weaker, at least they have to have a halo of brain damage.

"Your wound healed quickly," Jason looked at Wen inquiringly, "Did you have any special experiences?"

"Yes."

Wen's quick admission made Jason choke.

He then asked, "What is it?"

"I don't know, Wendy knows." Wen said, "You can ask her next time she comes out. But she probably won't answer you, Wendy doesn't say everything like me."

It was also the first time Jason met Wen in this situation. He asked, "You and her, I mean, Wendy—you get along well?"