Win Wayne

Of course, this indifferent attitude could not satisfy Natasha, she stared at Tony: "Tony, this is not a joke, have you forgotten what happened before she went to Gotham?"

Parachute incident.

Before this accident happened, Tony only thought that Wen's running away from home was just playing with Bruce, and he didn't take this little incident to heart at all.

The little Wayne boy broke up with his father and ran away from home--what a rarity it seemed!

Who in his family didn't run away from home?So Robin, who has just been in office for less than half a year, doesn't exist yet, right?

The previous Robin was not actually running away from home, but what he did was much more serious than running away from home. He turned his head and raised the banner to confront his mentor and father, as if he wanted to surpass Batman and rule Gotham.

Tony appreciated the attitude.

Of course, the premise is that this kind of "father and son cannibalism" happened to someone else.

Peter is an obedient student, and he is not an unreasonable teacher. With Aunt May watching, even if Peter is a little rebellious in the future, it is impossible for him to make a joke like Bruce.

"Wen is a bit dangerous, Natasha, I know, but she's far from dangerous enough for you to be so nervous." Tony said with a headache, "Calm down, give the child more space, she can adjust herself— —Don’t take her too lightly.”

No matter how much he disapproves of Bruce's education, no matter how much he likes to watch Bruce's good show, Tony has to admit that the children of the Bat family are generally quite resistant to stress.

The angle of thinking is also more mature, at least much more mature than Peter.

Wen has been recuperating for a long time, and the parachute incident made her vent her repressed emotions. Tony strictly monitored Wen for a few days and then relaxed the control.

"I see what you mean," Natasha was not stupid, "it's just that no one can afford the consequences of an accident."

Doesn't she understand that too much control can put more pressure on Won?She understood it all too well, but no matter how much she understood these principles, the figure of Wen who jumped off after releasing the parachute still lingered.

Perhaps this is the nature of the problem, too loose a grip cannot keep Wen safe, while too tight a grip can push Wen to the brink of danger.

Natasha felt Bruce's predicament subtly.

It's a multiple-choice dilemma, the most suitable middle segment is so difficult to grasp, and Wen's attitude is too unsteady-you just don't know what to do to make her feel comfortable and satisfied.

"She is now protected by her second brother, which she chose herself." Tony said, and he comforted Natasha patiently, "When she doesn't want to stay in Gotham anymore, she will leave. Wen is not The kind of character that will compromise, in fact, I think it's just the opposite, she's a bit spoiled by Bruce."

"His biggest mistake was not telling Wen about his alternate identity," Natasha said.

"You also have to admit that the situation in Gotham is different from that in New York. New York is full of ambitious bad guys, but Gotham is full of lunatics." Tony said neutrally, "Don't jump to conclusions, you are blinded by emotions. We don't know The actual situation."

"...Didn't you always want to watch Bruce's good show? When you should not be rational, you, the most irrational person, suddenly become rational." Natasha laughed, "That's why everyone doesn't want to The reason why you lead the Avengers."

"That's why they finally had to admit that I'm the most suitable leader." Tony was not ashamed, he said triumphantly, "Admit it, I'm always so reliable in critical moments—otherwise, why hasn't Bruce Found Wen?"

Tim's investigation hits an impasse.

This was different from what he had imagined. He had already grabbed the girl's braid, but after groping for it, countless useless messages that interfered with him flooded in. He struggled to sift through the messy chain of clues. And combing, I feel like I'm looking for threads in a room full of wool balls.

This is no longer a question of whether the difficulty is high or not, it is a question of him being played around.

Tim has a headache, he knows that he still has a lot of deficiencies in computer technology, but before today, he has only been so thoroughly beaten by Batman.

Who is helping that girl cover her tracks?From the point of view of the method, there is more than one person who did this. When did someone of this level become so rotten?Two of them appeared in one breath?

The deeper the investigation, the more tense Tim became.

Instinct already made him have countless associations at this moment, and every association was so bad, he was more and more inclined to think that the sudden appearance of "Bruce's daughter" meant a big event, and Jason, maybe his resurrection was also involved.

Maybe even Jason's death wasn't a clown's whim.

Tim rubbed his sore eyes, ready to continue investigating further.Even if finding the end of the thread is an almost impossible task, it is still possible, as long as he is patient enough, sooner or later he will be able to find what he needs from this mess of threads.

But a voice stopped him from continuing.

"Master Timothy, you need to rest now." Alfred put away the coffee cup in Tim's hand, and he looked at Tim with red eyes in disapproval, "Staying up late will affect physical development, and these jobs are It's what the master should do. I never agree with his night work, which is very irresponsible for his life, but compared to it, leaving Gotham to you is an even more irresponsible move."

"I'm sorry." Tim smiled wryly and stood up under Alfred's gaze. "I know I should rest, and I have class tomorrow-can I have something to eat before going to rest?"

"I have temporarily put away the equipment in the room for you, Master Timothy." Alfred said in an elegant English accent.

His implication is very obvious. If Tim intends to eat something and go back to his room to continue working, it is better to dismiss this idea as soon as possible.

"...I see." Tim really had this plan.Under the gaze of the butler, he reluctantly compromised, "You can't hide anything from you, Alfred."

There was warmth in his heart, and after joining the family, Alfred was the first to show him unmistakable kindness.

It was difficult for him to be angry at the housekeeper who had been so attentive to the health of everyone in the family that he had stepped in to prevent him from doing his job.

"You are only 12 years old, Master Timothy." Alfred replied, "I have a lot of experience in taking care of disobedient children. If you are too obedient, maybe I don't know what to do."

Tim drank some hot cocoa and went back to the room. He had a lot of things in his mind. He thought it would be a sleepless night, but when he just went to bed, he was sleepy and all the things that bothered him were swept away. null.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Wen tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Tonight's Gotham is rare without much dense fog, and you can see the hazy outline of the moon. When you warm up, you open the small window to let the moonlight shine into the room, and pick up the book she hasn't finished reading from the bedside table.

After learning firearms with Wendy for a few days, she ran out of patience.

Wendy didn't force her to learn, but let it go, as if she really taught Wen these skills just to keep Wen from chatting with her.

The second brother's stronghold lacks entertainment facilities. Obviously, he himself has a group of equipment that looks particularly high-end and has a sense of technology. Several hosts are connected to three or four large screens. Each screen displays different things. When he was at the base, he spent most of his time in front of this device, not knowing what he was doing.

Wen tried to peek quietly, but when the second brother found out, she was strictly forbidden to enter this room.

She had no choice but to touch the second brother's books from the second brother's bedroom - there is a small bookshelf in his bedroom, it seems that this room was originally his study room for work, because when she came, the second brother put Moved my own bedroom here.

The novel was quite interesting, it was a German book with a philosopher as the main character, and Wen was shocked to find that she could understand it... It was not even very different from reading in her native language.

She can easily read the subtext behind many words, and can also be amused by some of them.

Wendy knows more skills than she imagined.

It was late at night, and the second brother was still working. Wen turned over a few pages and didn't want to read it. She closed the pages and sneaked into the second brother's bedroom lightly.

She put the book back on the shelf, and after standing in front of the shelf and looking around, she finally won The Count of Monte Cristo.

"I don't like this book," Wendy said.

She came out again, Wendy thought, has Wendy popped up too many times these days?When she was in New York, Wendy didn't appear once a week or two.

But as soon as she arrived in Gotham, Wendy's spirit seemed to become tense. Wendy felt that Wendy seemed to be awake and paying attention to the outside world all the time.

She walked into the bedroom with the book in her arms: "If you don't like it, you don't like it, and you don't need to read it."

"Why did you choose this book?"

"Not every choice has to have a reason."

Wendy was silent for a few seconds: "I'll trade a secret for your reason for choosing this book."

Wen Lele: "You just want to know why I chose "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Don't you care what I do?"

"I don't care, I just want to know why you chose this book." Wendy was a little anxious.

Her expression was well concealed, if Wen could feel it every time she got emotional, she could really have fooled Wen.

"Now you really want to know why I chose this book, but I'm not interested in your secrets anymore." Wen sat on the bed and announced cross-legged, "Do you want to chat?"

"..."

"Come on, come on, you don't have to say anything if you really don't want to." Wen said enthusiastically, "I might accidentally tell you what you want to know when chatting—you know I can say everything."

"Now you want me to exchange many secrets for your answers." Wendy pointed out the key point, "It's not fair."

"But the answer you know is only me. Unique things are always the most expensive."

"..."

"How about it?"

Wendy compromised: "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, it's just chatting, there is no need for any focus and central idea at all, just say what comes to mind." Wen was shocked, "Have you never chatted with anyone?"