Win Wayne

Wendy!Wendy, do you dare to be more virtuous!Dare you not to be tempted when you see people like this, that's all you are tempted!

Wen felt so sad.

She hasn't lived a peaceful life since she crossed, she was either made miserable by phobias, or made miserable by allergies, or was chased and killed by something that inexplicably appeared in the living room.

She was too miserable, so miserable that she wanted to laugh.

This kind of life is really interesting, and she even started to like this tattered body because of this kind of fun.

Of course, she also likes Wendy.

Wendy didn't speak, she hid deep in her consciousness, and seemed to be sleeping most of the time, when Wen had phobias or allergies, she would separate out a little bit of unclear consciousness, and unilaterally inform Wen what it was what is the problem.

It sounds like Wen is a bit of a physical tenant with little power, but Wen doesn't care.

And when Wen was in a trance, the lie continued: "I just... sorry, I saw that the life of this family of five is very happy, so I feel a little uncomfortable."

Diana looked at Wen and asked her again: "Does your father know you are here?"

"How is it possible," Wen said nonsense, "I ran away from home."

Diana raised her eyebrows and smiled. She let go of her fingers, and Wen immediately lowered her head to avoid her eyes.

Talking to such an imposing and beautiful big sister made Wen a little nervous.

She hooked the shoulder straps of her rucksack with her fingers, trying to grab allergy medicine, but Diana sat down next to her.

Wen intuitively felt that it was best not to take medicine in front of this big sister, so as not to cause any strange misunderstandings.

——Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, one of the Big Three of the Justice League.

Following this explanation came a long list of information, allowing Wen to quickly understand Diana's specific identity and general status, and after learning about these, Wen couldn't help sighing.

She thought: Whether it is Spider-Man or this Wonder Woman, they are like characters in comics, movies or games.

Anyway, it doesn't seem like a real existence at all, and she feels very familiar when she hears these titles. Maybe in her original world, these superheroes and the like are indeed characters in various literary works.

Wendy:?

What's the matter, why are you so confused?

——Do you think none of them really exist in this world?

No way, I just don't think they are real in my own world.As for this world, they all already exist, and existence is reasonable.

——It's interesting, I kind of like superheroes, especially Batman.

—but if you don't like them, maybe I don't like them as much as I thought.

Hey, did you listen to me... It's not that I don't like them. If they were characters in literary works, I would definitely like them too. I just don't think they should appear in reality, understand?

You like a virtual character very much, very much, but at the same time, you clearly know that this kind of love is based on the fact that "he does not exist".

——I see, I see.

By the way, do you think our way of communicating is weird, Wendy, I am very upset that you pry into my privacy like this.

——I don't mind being prying into my privacy very much, so you don't mind at all.

Wen was convinced by this impeccable logic, and she found that she was really easy to be persuaded, she was salty, procrastinated, and didn't care about many things.

Correspondingly, Wendy is a stubborn and tough activist.

But Wen knew that she was smart, and Wendy was not stupid either, so in some things, she and Wendy were completely in agreement.

While chatting with Wendy, Diana has been secretly looking at her.

From Diana's point of view, she could only see that Wen was always sitting quietly and lost in thought, not as lively as girls of the same age at all. This introverted and autistic character did not match Wen's appearance.

Moreover, she didn't even play on her mobile phone while she was sitting, she just sat in a daze quietly.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone in her beautiful blue eyes, and for a moment, it was as bright as the sunrise on the sea.

"Diana." The heroine introduced herself, "My name is Diana."

Wendy turned to look at her.

The brilliant sunrise in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a dark blue deep sea, with undercurrents and huge waves churning in the sea.

How could such a look appear on such a clean and fragile face?Almost like the heroine of some dark fairy tale.

There was cold gloom in her eyes.

"Wendy." She said calmly, "I'm Wendy."

Before Diana left, she exchanged contact information with her. She thought about whether to tell Bat about Wendy, but she was very angry that Bat didn't reveal the existence of this little girl——

Yes, Wendy is a frail little girl, Wendy is a normal person, and even Wendy's physical condition is not very good, you can tell from the way the muscles are distributed on her body.

Bat's keeping her existence secret is to protect her, which Diana can understand, but she still feels angry and heartbroken about not being trusted.

Over the years, the bat hasn't changed.

In this anger and sadness, Diana decided to hide Wendy's current situation for as long as she could.

Anyway, it seems that the bat didn't find out that Wendy ran away from home and went to New York... No, Diana recalled the bat she met not long ago, and she was sure that the bat didn't even know that Wendy ran away from home.

how to say?For some reason, the fact that the daughter ran away from home was taken for granted on the bat, and it would not arouse suspicion at all.

It’s just that the childhood that Wendy mentioned just now is a bit strange. Bats are not the type of overprotective children.

Diana didn't know why Win was locked up in the boarding school in an almost captivity-protected way, but she knew there must be a reason.

Within 5 minutes of pretending to leave the bench, Diana knew the reason.

She hid in the dark and quietly watched Wendy take out a medicine box from her backpack, and then accurately picked out one of a dozen colorful medicines and swallowed it, as if she had done it thousands of times. tens of thousands of times.

Diana had the urge to grab the little girl and send her back to Wayne's main house immediately.

She overestimated Wendy's physical condition. Wendy was not only weak, she was a living drug basket. Even if Batman built a tall tower to hide her, Diana would fully understand.

In fact, bats do exactly that.

But understandably does not mean that Diana accepts.She frowned, and fell far behind Wendy, escorting Wendy all the way back to the room, before flying away without a sound.

Wen returned to the room, slammed onto the sofa, and changed several positions before getting comfortable.

The skin is very uncomfortable. The degree of orange allergy seems to be more severe than pollen allergy and dust allergy. It has been a while since I took the medicine, and I can still feel the unbearable itching.

Wen rubbed a few times indiscriminately, too lazy to tickle.

But it was boring to just lie down like this. I called Wendy several times, but Wendy didn't come out to talk to her. Bored, Wen dug out from under the coffee table what he had taken out of his handbag before.

A driver's license, a passport, and a few credit cards. Wen was a little excited. She finally knew what her last name was. She planned to answer "Washington" when someone asked her for her last name.

Then the name on the ID made her freeze.

"WW".

is this real?Is this a legal document?Can this world allow this thing to become a legal name?

……never mind.

But she still found something interesting from the documents.

A whole stack of "Stark Industries Internal Tour Scroll" explained in detail the treatment that can be enjoyed at the Stark Industries headquarters by holding this scroll. It was too long, and Wen didn't bother to read it.

A hand-drawn map, marked with red dots "Xavier Academy of Talents", the winding road is too troublesome, and there is a prompt "here should be..." appearing from time to time like a pass-through strategy, it is too long , Wen didn't bother to look at it.

A slim bat-shaped dart.

By the way, Wendy said she likes Batman, maybe it's a souvenir or something.

Wen thought about it, squeezed the batarang in her hand, and tried to aim at the dart board on the wall, but before she could throw it, she knew she could hit the bullseye.

And the sharp bat dart will completely penetrate the door panel.

Wen retracted his hand in frustration, looked left and right, and stuffed the bat dart into the rucksack.

Then she turned on the TV and watched it for a few minutes, then changed the channel; watched it for a few minutes, then changed the channel again.She flipped through every channel the TV could receive and then turned off the TV, deciding that watching TV was not suitable for her entertainment.

She tried to explore around the house and managed to find a storage room in the corner.

She opened the door to the storage room, which hadn't been cleaned, and the dust made her sneeze and cry.

She cried and exited the storage room, took an allergy medicine, rummaged through the box and chest to find a mask and put it on, after thinking about it, she decided that this was not enough, then took out rubber gloves and put it on, and vacuumed the storage room again.

Then she went into the storage room again, and to her disappointment, the room was full of tattered items, not even a meaningful ancient book.

Wen kind of wanted to tidy up the storage room.

She first spent 5 minutes moving some strange materials from this corner to another corner, trying to make a basic classification, but after 5 minutes she gave up tidying up here, because she was shaking with fear due to claustrophobia. Unconscious, she accidentally dropped the mask, choked on the dust and cried again.

She cried and exited the storage room, curled up on the sofa, sobbing with grievance.

The master bedroom door was pushed open.

A girl in a tutu tiptoed out of the back room and stopped in front of Wen.

She raised her chin proudly and said with disgust, "Don't cry, I never cry."