Win Wayne

Wen wasn't sure if there was something wrong with him.

Illusion?The "father" of this world seems a little restrained in front of her.

He behaved very well, his arms stretched naturally to guide her forward; his smile was elegant and perfect, as if he was used to walking under the spotlight, his appearance had 360 degrees without dead angle, even if the reporter took pictures from the chin up, he could only take pictures to the impeccably handsome international superstar.

But Wen always found him unbearable.

"Wen?" Bruce said, "Would you like to sit in the living room, or go and see the room we have prepared for you first?"

Dick finally found a chance to speak: "I prepared a lot of things in the room! I don't know exactly what you like, but I picked some gadgets that a girl your age is unlikely to hate. If you have Just tell me what you don't like—I'm your big brother, Dick."

Can't help asking tenderly: "doesn't this name bother you? When you introduce yourself, don't the audience laugh? "

"I can't say the name didn't cause me trouble, but I kind of liked their reaction, after all, when I said, 'Just call me Dick,' at least they all thought I must be funny." Dick said with his joy Looking at Wen with blue eyes, "That's enough for me."

In fact, the main reason is that you are good-looking, Wen thought silently, if a person with acne, black-rimmed glasses, disheveled hair and fat and greasy is called "Dick", the scene would be different.

She thought so, and said: "Actually, the name is not important, the important thing is that you are beautiful. A pretty person with a vulgar name can have unexpected effects, but in essence, it is because you are beautiful, not because you are beautiful. Because of your name."

Dick asked with a smile: "Good answer, that's it. I'm just a little policeman. I have to wash off my superior status of 'the adopted son of the Wayne family' in the eyes of my colleagues."

He smiles like sunshine.

- Black hair, blue eyes, smile like sunshine.

Wen Ruoyou smiled nonchalantly, and said, "You shouldn't get too close to me, no matter what world you are in, you seem to be my cup of tea."

Dick laughed at Win, Tim laughed too, and even Damian gave Win an odd look.

Everyone seemed to think Wen was just paying Dick a polite compliment, with one exception.

Bruce's smile stiffened.

There was only a moment of rigidity, a very small, very small moment, everyone was busy being teased by Wen to show their kindness, and the atmosphere was so happy that it looked like some kind of family-friendly fairy tale movie.

But even when Win was talking to Dick, all of his attention was on Bruce.

He was terribly perceptive for being the guy everyone labeled "dumb," "playboy," "always messing around and never doing business."

Wen thought, turning his head and flashing a bright smile at Bruce the moment he disguised himself.

Bruce froze.

She's terribly sensitive, he thought.

This is a very strange and strange feeling... Bruce clearly realized that the more Wen showed those dangerous traits, the more he was intoxicated by her performance, and the more he believed in the words "I come from a parallel world" in her mouth. world" words.

Wen asked rather directly and abruptly, "Do you want me to call you 'Daddy,' Mr. Wayne?"

Tim's polite smile froze on his face.

Dick coughed as if his throat was being choked.

On the contrary, Damian showed an expression of interest. Bruce noticed that his young son's attitude towards Wen was changing with Wen's performance. Damian seemed to be curious about this weak sister, and made Damian Ann's curiosity is never a good sign.

Bruce said, "It's up to you, Win, I know it's too sudden for you..."

"If you're not ready or you don't want me to do it, just say it," Wen cut him off. "I'm asking you a question, and you're just throwing it back at me — right at I'll forget it, but first I have to say something with a strong guiding nature to shirk your responsibility."

"It makes me feel a bit like the kind of woman who is attracted by you to strike up a conversation. You never refuse any comers, and you don't admit that you are wrong." Wen said nonchalantly, "I can't tell if the attitude you used to treat those people is even worse. What makes people angry is your attitude of not refusing to come and shirking responsibility, which makes people more angry."

Bruce has met his match.

This is the most consistent thought in everyone's mind.

Bruce opened his mouth: "..."

"You should think about what you want to say before you say it," Wen said.

"...I don't think I'm ready, Wen, but I'm not shirking responsibility, I'd love to cooperate with you." Bruce said.

Alfred opened the door from the room at this time, so Wen logically did not respond to Bruce's words.

Dick quickly exchanged glances with Bruce, Bruce gave him a wink, and Dick happily chased after Wen and walked in side by side with her: "Hey, Wen, do you want me to show you your room?"

Wen replied with a half-smile: "I don't know either. If it was my room, from what angle did you say this?"

"You don't seem to like us a little bit, Win," Dick asked dryly. "Why?"

"On the contrary, I don't dislike you guys at all, and I'm now fighting against the excitement and joy in my heart, because I don't like 'I like it here', 'I'm happy to be back', 'Everything here makes me Feel familiar and familiar'," Wen said, "but they do exist."

"You don't have to resist the idea that you like your own home and your own family," Dick said.

You don't need to let me come over, okay?

"Take me to my room." Wen replied, "Mr. Wayne asked you to come here?"

"To be exact, I volunteered, and he didn't refuse." Dick cheerfully led Wen Wen the way, "Be careful, this house is huge, don't get lost in it... How is your sense of direction? You can try to remember the location of your room by the portrait on the wall, and our room, our room is around your room."

Everything here makes Wen feel kind and familiar.

There are oil paintings crying and laughing on the walls, a window at the end of the hallway opens a tiny crack, and curtains drip down like water.Their footsteps clattered dully on the wooden floor, but there was no echo in the corridor.

Wen saw Wendy sitting on the window sill and looking out the window, she was not sure whether this scene was Wendy's real appearance or her hallucination.

She could hear Wendy's voice, feel Wendy's thoughts, that's for sure, but what did she see?How is it possible for her to see in reality a person that exists in her head?

Wendy exists.

That voice, that thought, those dreams and memories, they are realistic and logical.

But all the Wendy she "saw" was just a part of the illusion.

And once you realize that you see so much illusion in your life, so much illusion that doesn't exist, it becomes almost impossible to tell illusion from reality.

She was too lazy to judge, so she might as well limit some things as real and some things as false.

She believes that the ordinary people she sees are real, the daily life she experiences is real, and those strange super-heroes and super-reverses, all the superpowers, aliens, magic and black technology-they don't exist.

She didn't need them anyway.

"...your room!" Dick's voice floated over, he turned his head to stare at Wen, his face was full of complacency and anticipation, "Dangdang!"

The door opened.

Everything unfolded before Wen's eyes.

Sure enough, all the furnishings were exactly the same as Wendy's room, almost exactly the same, only some details were changed.It looks spacious and bright, with gauze curtains surrounding the soft big bed. Although the color is not terrible Barbie pink, but a fresh and elegant beige, the sense of déjà vu is so strong that it cannot be ignored at all.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Dick asked impatiently, "I have prepared a lot of cute dolls for you, I think you should not hate these dolls-after all, it is a girl's room, so you can't be too serious .”

"There is also a dressing table, look, here is a dressing table!" Dick said, "Originally, the dressing table was placed in the dressing room, but Alfred was too serious, so I put a smaller one next to the bed, and put it in the dressing room." The enlarged one is the perfect match.”

Wen glanced at Dick and said, "I don't know if you've noticed..."

"Huh?" Dick smiled brightly.

Wen said cruelly: "I don't wear makeup."

Dick: "... what?!!"

He looks intimidated and devastated: "You don't wear makeup???"

"I don't wear makeup," Wen affirmed.

Dick was too lost to speak, drooping his head weakly.

"But I'm still very grateful for your efforts to welcome me. I feel that you really welcome and look forward to me." Wen continued, "It's just that I won't pretend to accept it happily just to express my gratitude, and then give you Wrong hints, making you mistakenly think that what you give is really what I like."

Dick looked up.

"I'm going to live here for a while, I think," Wen said. "I'll let you guys know how to get along with me."

Dick started laughing again, he was too bright to be true.

"You're different," he said cheerfully. "I thought you'd be a little bit more like Bruce...I mean, of course he's attractive like that, but you're different. I think you'd give this Breathe new life into the family!"

That wasn't my intention but forget it, Wen thought.

"I want to be alone in my room for a while," she said.

"Okay, no problem, I'll go downstairs to see Bruce and the others, waiting for you to come down!"

As soon as Dick arrived in the living room, everyone paid attention to him.

"How's she?" Bruce asked quickly but calmly.

"Not the sweet, spoiled little sister I imagined...but she's perfect! It's great not to have to guess what she thinks," Dick said cheerfully. "She's unbelievably honest—you get that too That's it, Bruce."

"Tsk tsk, that's because she praised you, Grayson, you are the kind of person who can't be found when a girl praises you." Damian said disdainfully, "She just talks to you and your father. Not even a corner of my eye."

"That's because you didn't look her in the eye. I think she's fine and can live in peace," Tim said.

Damian replied coldly, "That's because you're used to being ignored, Drake."

Wen Duan sat in front of the dressing table and stared at his face.

She looked intently and meticulously, maybe too focused and meticulous, and there was no emotion in her eyes.Like a doctor looking at a patient, or a mathematician thinking about a formula, she is judging, thinking, and looking for answers...

"Hi, Wen," she said, "Hi, Wendy."