Win Wayne

At this moment, Dick's mood is worthy of a detailed description of more than [-] words around "shock", but it only takes a moment to put these [-] words in his mind. He quickly forced himself to calm down and asked: "She is responsible for the red hood. Which part of the whole operation?"

Single-handedly breaking into a mob deal and beating everyone up?

Quietly touch the room to threaten the gang leader?

Or is it responsible for all the behind-the-scenes missions, intelligence gathering and bringing together the Red Hooded gangsters?

Dick found Tim's look even more indescribable.

No, this expression should be described as "unspeakable".

"She...my investigation may not be enough, and the information is not perfect, but according to the information I know," Tim took a step back calmly, "Bruce's daughter was responsible for nothing in the Red Hood operation. .”

Dick always thought he was smart.

But Tim's words turned in his mind several times, and he still didn't understand what Tim was trying to say.

"Just tell me what you want, Tim." Dick said patiently, "How do you know her since she didn't do anything?"

"They live together," Tim said quickly, "Jason and Bruce's daughter."

Dick: "..."

Now he came back to it.

It's better not to recall it.

Dick's voice was loud enough to startle the bats roosting near the entrance of the batcave: "What did you say?! They live together?!"

"Calm down! Dick, calm down! I couldn't believe it as much as you did when I first found out!" Tim looked around nervously, the scruff of his neck even knowing they were the only two of them in the Batcave, "Keep your voice down , Dick, keep your voice down!"

"How—how did you make me—they live together!" Dick was about to jump up anxiously, "Do they—they—Bruce know about it!"

"In a good way, the current information can confirm that she has little connection with the actions of the red hood. I have already obtained the exact information from the gangsters who were taken down by the red hood. She has never appeared from the beginning to the end. Only Sighted once."

"when?!"

"The day I texted you to get back to me," Tim said, "I just got the blood sample and I'll let you know when I get the test results. I also wanted to ask if you knew Bruce had a daughter, since You don't know, and you don't know much about it when you see Bruce."

"Come on, Tim, you know who Bruce is, and he keeps a lot of stuff from me."

"But you were the first to follow him. If he does have a daughter, it is impossible to hide it from you." Tim said, "At least we can be sure that if he knows the existence of this daughter, it cannot be I knew it a long time ago."

"But it's impossible for him to be ignorant of this matter." Dick murmured, "So he left Gotham at this time, as expected because..."

He and Tim looked at each other, and finally they both smiled wryly.

"Do you know how long it takes for Bruce to come back?" Tim asked.

"He didn't even tell me he left Gotham," Dick said.

"You would know if he didn't tell." Tim opened another folder. "I'll send you everything I know about this girl right away."

Dick opened the file Tim sent, and asked again: "You said someone witnessed..."

"She had a camouflage so she couldn't see her face, so I figured her age was between fifteen and twenty," Tim said. Appeared, because the appearance is too similar to Bruce, the airport staff paid attention."

"Like Bruce? Wow, it's hard to imagine." Dick flipped through the files, "I still can't accept it, and I'm trying to convince myself that this is true."

"Are you saying Bruce has a daughter, or is Jason living with her?"

"Both."

Tim said: "There is a not-so-clean lawyer in Gotham City who seems to have received a commission related to her recently. We can investigate in this direction."

When Wen woke up the next day, the sun was shining outside the window, and she walked over contentedly following the aroma wafting from the kitchen, and saw Connor taking the grilled chicken wings out of the oven.

How could he hold such a hot baking tray empty-handed...Wen still didn't feel the fact that he was half an alien.

"It doesn't seem good to eat too much fat when you first wake up, so I prepared whole wheat bread," Connor said, dividing the wings among his dinner plates. "How's your take on lemons?"

"I don't seem to be allergic to lemons." Wen said carefully, "But I don't like the taste of lemons too much, it's too sour."

"Then I'll put less lemon juice," Connor replied.

He cut open a small lemon, squeezed two lemons to squeeze out the juice and dripped it on the grilled chicken wings, and threw the used lemon peel into the trash can.

"You still said you're not good at cooking, isn't that a pretty good job?" Wen briskly walked to the table, "Is there anything to drink?"

"Coffee, milk, or juice? You can choose from orange, apple, grape, and lime juice."

"Apple juice." Wen said without hesitation, "No peel, I'm allergic to apple peel alone."

"You have a lot of allergies."

"I can't drink coffee either, I'm allergic to caffeine." Wen said calmly, "But usually I take a few allergy pills and then drink caffeinated beverages. People can't give up Coke just because of such a trivial thing as allergies. "

Connor said, "Do you want a Coke? I can get it right away and bring you some medicine."

"I thought you were trying to persuade me to drink less Coke."

"Please, I'm such a spoiled person? You can't kill people, you can't steal things, you can't gamble and smoke D... There are so many things that ordinary people can't and shouldn't do. How serious is it to drink some Coke?"

"Be careful." Wen warned Connor seriously, "If I fall for you, you won't be able to get rid of me."

"I'm not going to get rid of you, baby, did I give you the illusion that I didn't try to please you?"

Wen smiled and sighed.

"Huh? Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." Wen said disappointedly, "I just...can't remember the last time I was this happy."

"It must be because you haven't found a good date," Connor said.

He didn't seem to find a juicer, so he cut the apples into pieces after peeling them, put them in a food bag and squeezed them violently, filtered out the juice with a filter, and put them in cups and served them on the table.

"No, no," Wen said gloomily, "I try to date good guys. Peter, Pietro, Barry...they're all just and kind people, just too righteous and kind, and they have to be busy Fighting crime and maintaining world peace, so occasionally ignore other people's feelings."

"What are they for? Firefighters? Police? They can't be secret agents, can they?"

"No," Wen said. "They're superheroes."

Connor looked at Wen in surprise: "You only dated superheroes?"

"Yes." Wen shrugged, "To be honest, I was shocked when I found out about it—but, I'm saying this seriously, these superheroes are—perfect in appearance. Most superheroes They all work with masks or hoods, right? I never figured it out—why are they all so beautiful? Does anyone who wants to be a Chaoying have to have a superstar face?"

"So you choose a date based on face?" Connor sat across from Wen. "Maybe you can try to find someone in the circle of celebrities or supermodels."

"No." Wen said cheerfully, "I want a date, not a date."

Connor looked up as if he noticed something: "So you don't invite people upstairs for a cup of coffee or something after the date is over? Just two people hanging out together?"

"Do you mind?"

"No," Connor said nonchalantly, "I'm fine with taking it slow, but I'm still kind of upset if you don't even give me a kiss."

"Then you have to seize the opportunity yourself, Connor." Wen said with a smile, "Peter didn't seize it."

Connor protests: "Can you stop talking about past dates? I'm going to be jealous."

"I don't mind if you tell your story too."

"Now? I'm still eating chicken wings!"

"Oh." Wen gloated, "Your past dates must have been embarrassing."

"You know, as a man, I don't have any psychological pressure to sell my appearance." Connor pouted, "But if every girl is purely interested in this, I will also feel frustrated."

"My God! What must have been so embarrassing about what happened in the past! You even said 'feeling frustrated'!"

"...I really can't hide it from you." Connor said angrily, "I have never met a serious date, and the one who called me the most didn't like me at all, but tried to control me with a kiss. You are satisfied ?”

"Control you with kisses." Wen ate the bread and said after swallowing, "Poison Ivy?"

"Yes." Connor replied bitterly, "It's a pity, I like her red hair and figure."

"Did you know she's a couple with Harley Quinn?" Wen said. "She's not interested in men."

"What?!" Connor looked at Wen in shock, "She and Harley Quinn? Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure." Wen took a sip of apple juice, "Because I'm a little concerned about Harley Quinn... Well, I won't tell you the specific reason."

"Don't tell me you had a relationship with Harley Quinn." Connor opened his eyes wide, and he was stupidly cute when he made this expression, "You—you really had a relationship with Harley Quinn?"

"It's not me, I only like boys. Although I don't necessarily refuse the advances of the same sex when I have to—but I have to wait until I have to." Wen said, "You can be my twin sister and Harley Quinn had a relationship .”

After eating this time, before Wen could say anything, Connor took the initiative to wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen.

"Your injury is healed?" He asked wonderingly, "Ordinary people's injuries don't seem to heal so quickly."

"My physique is a bit special." Wen leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window. The sky was almost dark at the moment, "My vitality is very tenacious."

Isn't she tenacious? If she wasn't tenacious, how dare Wendy stay awake every day.

"There's an aurora now, but it won't look until it's completely dark." Connor said, "Just wait for an hour or two."

"There will definitely be a lot of tourists."

"What? No, I'll take you to a place more suitable for watching the aurora." Connor said with a smirk, "A more dangerous place."