Win Wayne

Regarding Wen's existence, Bruce has always had doubts in his heart. The more she behaves in line with the details she has told, the more massive and unnegligible these doubts will swell.

Of course, he absolutely doubted Wen, and this kind of suspicion had nothing to do with emotion, because emotionally speaking, he was extremely willing or had already believed Wen's words, and believed that she was his "daughter".

He just needs a clue, a clue that can connect all doubts in series.

He needs to get the last piece that puts the picture together, he needs to know what happened, and he needs to know what secret is hidden behind this incident, no matter whether the secret means conspiracy or not.

- I am Bruce Wayne's daughter but not yours.

Now, Bruce thought calmly, he had the clue.

The parallel world explained everything she said, and why she acted so familiar with him.

Batman's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about every possibility of letting Wen Liu fall into a parallel world.

He was dubious about Wen's "running away from home". To a certain extent, he believed that Wen would run away from home, but how did she come to the parallel world?She doesn't seem to have such ability and mobility. Obviously, her current state has reached the brink of collapse...

... on the brink of collapse.

Bruce suddenly came to his senses, and he hastily pulled his thoughts away from the analysis: "Sorry, Wen, I..."

"What are you thinking?" Wen interrupted him.

"I just didn't react, honey, you know, your reaction was a little bit unexpected, so I..."

"You lied to me," Wen said.

Bruce smiled in vain and explained, "No, honey, I really didn't expect..."

His voice trailed off as he realized that Won was fully aware of all his lies.

Her eyes were beautiful, kind of like him but not quite like him, and he felt almost invisible when there was a cold judgment in those beautiful pupils.

Bruce realized immediately that his judgment was wrong.

——She is very smart, far less naive and stupid than she is shown in the video.

Immediately afterwards, he said as if to make up for it: "I'm sorry, Wen. I did lose my mind a little bit."

"What are you thinking?"

Batman never lets anyone know what he's thinking.

"I'm thinking... what's going on with all this, and why our first meeting became like this." From Wen's attentive listening expression, Bruce finally slowly found the rhythm he should use when talking to her , "I was wondering what you meant by that sentence you just said."

"It's pretty close to what you really think," Wen said, "but you're still not telling the truth."

"...I guess you may be from a parallel world." Bruce said.

"I'm indeed your daughter in the parallel world," Wen nodded, and she burst out laughing, as if Bruce's deliberation made her feel very happy, "So now you know, I have nothing to do with you . Wherever you go, Gotham is waiting for you."

Connor disappeared without a trace, only to reappear a moment later with a towel in his hand, hot mist condensing near his fingers.

He handed the hot towel to Wen, who took it and wiped his face casually.

"If I were you," Connor said to Bruce while Win was wiping his face, "I'd listen to her and walk away while she was wiping her face."

Bruce's attitude towards Connor was not so gentle, he said with a smirk: "It's not a matter for you to worry about."

"Do you really have to make the conversation so awkward, Mr. Wayne?" Connor sighed, "I am more important to her than you—of course I won't compare with her biological father, that's not Fair enough."

"Connor! What are you talking about?" Wen asked loudly.

"I'm trying to persuade him to go back!" Connor also answered her loudly.

"He won't listen to you." Wen pouted, she raised her eyes and looked at Bruce, showing a headache expression, and said, "Forget it, it's rude to keep you standing outside the door, come in and say Come on, Mr. Wayne."

"Excuse me." Bruce said politely.

"Stop doing this, deliberately knocking on the door and then pretending to say 'excuse me', is this the social rule of the upper class?" Wen said disdainfully, "You were asked to come in because you were worried about being photographed by strange tabloids."

She walks in by herself, and Bruce lags a little behind.

"What?" Connor asked, crossing his hands.

Bruce was straightforward: "How long has she been like this?"

"I don't know, we've only known each other for less than two months."

"It's developed so fast in less than two months."

"Hey! We get along very well, and our development is very normal!" Connor protested dissatisfiedly, "Don't vent your bad temper on me, Batman, I don't want you to do this."

"She is my daughter." Bruce said coldly, "The daughter of the parallel world is also my daughter."

"Nonsense, you don't have the mentality of 'the daughter of a parallel world is also my daughter'. You just feel that you can't let her run around outside because of your excessive desire for protection, and you don't trust me to protect her at all."

"She needs care. She's in a dangerous mental state, don't tell me you don't see that."

Connor said, "Needing care is not needing you."

They stopped talking after they entered the room, and Wen came out of the kitchen with light steps, holding three glasses of juice in his hand.She gestured for Bruce to sit down on the sofa: "Please sit down, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce sat down, Connor sat on the couch, and Wen leaned comfortably in Connor's arms.

She asked in a negotiating tone: "Let's talk straight and honest, what do you want to do?"

"I hope you can go back with me. Your brothers have been looking forward to seeing you since they knew you."

"You know there's no reason to use 'go back' here, right?"

Bruce paused for a moment: "I still have doubts about the parallel world, Wen, I prefer to believe that you are my daughter."

"That sentence didn't lie to me." Wen said, "But it also shows that you didn't listen to what I just explained to you just now."

"I'm sorry that my sudden visit has caused you so much psychological pressure, Wen."

"An apology has been said too many times to be meaningful, Mr. Wayne," Wen said.

Bruce paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Are you taking your medicine?"

"...That's right."

"What medicine did you take?"

"...Uh, the doctor gave it to me directly." Wen said.

"Zoloft, divalproex, alprazolam, paroxetine, diazepam, clonazepam, bosperone, ambien...and some regular allergy medicines," Connor said.

Wen looked at Connor in shock.

Oh shit!I don't even know what medicine I take, you know? !

"I refilled your medicine box for you, you forgot?" Connor said under Wen's shocked gaze, "I have to know what kind of medicines are there before I can refill it for you."

Wen wanted to ask what the effects of these messy medicines were, but he felt that asking this question was a bit weird.

It's also outrageous for a patient to not know what medicine he's taking.

And she didn't take much medicine at all, she didn't like to take medicine, this can't be hidden from Bruce Wayne, but it can't be hidden from Connor who gets along with her day and night.

"What are you allergic to?" Bruce asked again.

"Caffeine, pollen dust, oranges, and apple peels," Wen said. "I'm only allergic to apple peels. I love apples."

Bruce nodded: "I learned through some means that you have been to Gotham, why did you leave immediately? I mean, since you have made up your mind to come—"

"I don't like Gotham. I went to Gotham on a temporary basis. I was a little unplanned." Wen shrugged. "I regretted it as soon as I arrived in Gotham, so I immediately took the return flight back to New York."

"Maybe," Bruce said cautiously, "you don't have to stay in Gotham, but at least come and see. What do you think?"

"Not much." Wen replied bluntly, "but I don't think you'll give up trying to persuade me to go back easily, so, okay, I'll go, but after the trip is over. Half a month later."

It wasn't the best answer Bruce had expected.

But this is the best answer he can get so far.

"I will arrange to install an air filter at home, and when you feel ready, I will fly to pick you up."

"There's no need to send a plane, Connor will take me there." Wen shook his head, "I told you in advance that I won't stay in Gotham for too long, and the weather in Gotham will make me feel bad."

Bruce agreed quietly.

He was silent for another moment.

"Ask! God, if you want to ask anything, just ask!" Wen held his forehead speechlessly, "Your expression looks like a patient with severe constipation, just—ask!"

"You said you came from a parallel world," Bruce said, "Didn't you... miss your family?"

Wen looked at him.

She suddenly laughed out of joy and fell into Connor's arms.Her laughter is crisp and happy, completely from the heart, just looking at the smiling face of this girl, you can't imagine that she collapsed like a lunatic just a few minutes ago.

"Just this? Is this the question you hesitated to ask for so long? God, is it so difficult for you to ask this sentence?"

Damn it, Wen thought happily, this family is too funny!

"If you feel uncomfortable with this question..."

"This question doesn't make me uncomfortable, it just makes me feel funny." Wen endured a smile and said, "Because the gap is really too big, you know, like, I thought you were going to ask me 'You Are you crazy', 'Did you kill people in your world', 'What did you do to get to the parallel world'...but you actually asked me if I thought about them."

"Have you?" Bruce asked.

"Actually, you want to ask me if I love them." Wen said.

The answer to that question is unmistakable, Bruce thought.

He stared at Wen without revealing any pain or sadness.

"Do you have it?" He asked again, "According to what you said, you are from a parallel world, so you have been in this world for a long time."

"Almost a year, I think," Wen interjected, "or two, I don't have a clue about time."

"Do you miss them?" Bruce asked quietly, persistently.

"You asked me?" Wen simply replied, "No."