Win Wayne

Wen doesn't have much memory of the past, but she is well aware that she has little travel experience.

Before going out, Wen's understanding of travel was that "a group of people who are tired of staying in their own homes go to places where others are tired of staying", and after she really had a travel experience, her opinion remained unchanged.

That’s not to say Iceland isn’t fun.

Before coming to this small island, Wen’s only impression of Iceland was that it was cold, and Iceland was indeed quite cold, but before Wen came to this island, he didn’t know that Iceland was a “land of ice and fire”—volcanoes and glaciers in this country coexist.

When Wen saw this nickname for the first time, he immediately thought of a certain epic that was still being serialized.

She's not much of a reader, but this novel came out of nowhere.After being a little surprised, she put the matter behind her mind and focused more on searching for famous attractions.

"You can just ask me." Connor looked at the search results together with her, as if he didn't have a mobile phone himself.

Wen asked him as he swiped down, "Where have you been since you came to Iceland?"

Connor fell into deep thought.

He was quick to surrender: "You're right, I haven't been anywhere...especially places that get a lot of tourists. Basically, I just go back and live in Iceland every day."

"Then it seems that the time when I was in danger was very coincidental, just when you were staying in Iceland." Wen said with a smile.

She spotted several very famous geysers and found geyser videos.These intermittently erupting geothermal fountains burst into the sky like volcanic eruptions, rising violently like a cloud of white mist.

...What's so good about this thing?

Tourists from all over the world travel thousands of miles to this inaccessible Nordic country just to see something similar to an artificial fountain?

Sure enough, she couldn't understand the joy of traveling.

But as the saying goes, it's all coming... Let's put it in the schedule.

Wen silently puts a few geysers into the planner, then realizes that Connor has been silent for too long.She turned her head and glanced at Connor: "What's wrong?"

"Your question just now is a bit difficult to answer." Connor's expression was a bit tangled, "Because I was not in Iceland at the time, I just focused on Iceland, and I came back after hearing that you fell into the water before your head emerged. "

"It's kind of... weird," Wen said.

Connor looked at her innocently and nervously: "What's wrong?"

"It's not easy to say, it's just weird."

So Connor changed the question: "Is it the good kind, or the bad kind?"

Actually it was the bad kind, but Wen turned his head and kissed him on the cheek, coaxing him: "You saved my life, of course it's the good kind."

Connor immediately believed it.He blinked happily, and told Wen triumphantly: "Because I decided to live in Iceland temporarily, I pay special attention to it. After all, I am also a superhero now, and I can't let anything happen here."

So cute, Wen thought, and his eyelashes are so beautiful, thick and long.

She gently pinched a handful of Connor's eyelashes, feeling its gentle force with her fingertips as Connor blinked.

"What are you doing?" Connor asked confusedly, "You don't want to see the attractions anymore?"

"Do they look as good as you?" Wen said softly, she let go of her fingers, and Connor's eyelashes brushed against the back of her fingers, this strange feeling made her want to laugh.

Connor happily responded, "They certainly don't look as good as me."

"And geysers are boring," he added, "natural or unnatural seems to be very important to them, but in my opinion, geysers are not as good as man-made fountains. At least fountains can change into many states And the image, the geyser only has one kind of jet upward."

He thinks the same as I do, Wen thought.

She couldn't help smiling, and Connor didn't seem to understand why Wen started laughing.

He looked at Wen's smile suspiciously. Looking at it, his emotions were infected, and he got happiness from Wen's smile, and a smile appeared on Connor's lips.

The two smirked head to head for a while, and they didn't know who took the initiative first, a kiss happened naturally.

At first it was just a gentle touch, more like coveting the other's temperature and breath.Sometimes skin-to-skin is the best love language, but this kind of warm talk doesn't last long, and the tender joy quickly escalates into more fiery emotions.

They began to want to taste and possess, so they invaded and plundered like an army. However, once one party showed this intention, the other party would give and surrender without hesitation, so the army became gentle.

They are eagerly intertwined, and the occasional separation is just a foreshadowing for the next fusion.The kiss was passionate and long, and at the end, Wen seemed a little out of breath.

Connor smiled happily as if nothing happened: "Shall we continue to see the attractions?"

"What else do you want to see? Don't watch it. Just go to Dettifoss." Wen pushed Connor's shoulder. "Geysers are not fun, but waterfalls are still interesting—man-made waterfalls are not so brilliant."

"Okay, you have the final say." Connor agreed without thinking.

Wen paused for a moment and said, "I feel like we're developing a little too fast."

"I think it's too slow." Connor's eyes and brows were full of playful smiles, "I'm always ready for the next step!"

Wen squinted at him, got up and left.

Over in Gotham, Tim and Dick's investigation is going nowhere.

Whenever they feel that they have caught the "Bruce's daughter" by the pigtails and investigate deeply, they will find that the clues they think have nothing to do with that girl at all, as if someone is sneaking around with evil intentions behind the scene. They go around in circles in the maze.

The worst thing was that they investigated and investigated, and gradually began to doubt whether this girl really existed.

"Maybe that blood sample was faked," Tim said after yet another fiasco. "We all know who the Red Hood really is, and he might have smuggled some Bruce's blood and then—with some we don't know. He made a blood sample by means, and deliberately left it to us, so that we have no time to take care of him in order to find the truth."

They investigate the shady lawyer, but it turns out that his recent recluse is because he helped his client escape prison, and the client's enemies are very unhappy with the lawyer's work.

After receiving the death warning, this not innocent lawyer chose to disappear without hesitation.

And the time and energy that Tim spent trying to figure out the context behind the whole thing was useless.

"It's possible, but he's actually accompanied by a girl who's not involved in any of his actions," Dick said, "so there's a good chance he's a normal guy — he's dragging a normal girl into this thing." How likely is it? Even if she's not Bruce's daughter, she's something we need to focus on."

Tim pauses, forced to agree with Dick: "You're right. How's the situation over there?"

He's in charge of investigating "Bruce's daughter," while Dick keeps an eye on the Red Hood.

Dick said: "Red Hood's whereabouts are very strange. He didn't make trouble in Gotham during this time, but ran around. I tried to catch him a few times, but his actions seemed to be completely aimless, and he always appeared randomly. Different corners of the city, sometimes not even camouflaged - I don't know what he's trying to do."

The profile is shared between the two, so Tim knows what Dick is talking about.

Jason's performance in recent days is indeed very wrong. He no longer runs around to provoke gangsters and Batman, but runs around Gotham like a headless chicken. Today he goes to a fast food restaurant on the street for a long time, and tomorrow he goes to Gotham Wandering around the streets near the high school, the most outrageous time, he even walked around the headquarters of the Wayne Group all day.

"He was like he was looking for something, but he didn't know what he was looking for," Tim said.

precise.Tim said exactly what Dick was thinking.

He was extremely confused by the current situation. After Jason's return, every move had a strong purpose, and his malice towards Batman could almost become concrete, but he seemed to have calmed down a lot in recent days.

He is no longer blinded by hatred and anger, which makes him more elusive and more terrifying.

Dick knew he must be acting restless and restless, and Tim was under a lot of pressure for it.He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile, "How are you doing at school recently?"

Tim was taken aback: "It's okay."

"Maybe we shouldn't go on like this anymore. We put too much energy on Jason and that girl," Dick said, "but our first priority is keeping Gotham safe, and Bruce should only give it to him before he leaves. Your mission."

"Yes, but..."

"Stop talking, Tim." Dick calmed down. "We're so eager to know the secret behind this that we forget what we should do most. If that girl is indeed related to Bruce, then That's something Bruce should worry about, and Jason—"

For a moment, he couldn't think of what to say next.

"—as for Jason," he said, "if he stays put, let's do nothing for now."

Tim nodded silently.

Dick suddenly remembered: "Have you mentioned this to Bruce?"

"No," Tim said. "I tried to contact him a few times, but it seemed like it was an urgent situation on his side, so I just left a message telling him that it was business as usual and that he didn't have to worry about Gotham."

"Contact him now," Dick said. "Since we've decided to wait and see what happens, Bruce needs to know these things."

They dialed Bruce's communicator.

"I'm rushing back." It was Bruce not Batman's voice on the other side of the communicator, "You have done a good job during this time, Gotham is safe and sound under your protection."

"Of course, after all, the really troublesome villains haven't come out to make trouble, and we can still handle a few small characters." Dick said lightly, "Compared to this, Bruce, I think there is something you need to know. We found that You may... have a child who lives outside."

The other side of the communicator was silent for a few seconds.

"That's why I left this time." Bruce glanced at the little boy sitting in the co-pilot with a stinking face, "I'll talk about the details when I come back."

He hung up the communicator and said calmly but sternly, "Fasten your seat belt, Damian."