Win Wayne

There were so many things that Wen didn't expect happened that day, so that after dinner was finished in a harmonious atmosphere, and when Bruce and Dick left one by one, Wen didn't recover.

Row.

You are still great.

Among other things, in the matter of pretending nothing happened, anyone from the entire Wayne family could hang her.

It was also difficult for Wen to describe her mood. If she wanted to say she was disappointed, she wished she could get rid of the embarrassing and suffocating environment smoothly; but if she wanted to talk about happiness, how could she be really happy staying alone in this luxurious castle.

This is not a planned tour of the castle, and it is even more impossible for her to start visiting the entire castle in a leisurely way just because everyone who made her feel uncomfortable has left...

...or could she?

Wen climbed up to the small attic and sat on the windowsill at the top of the attic overlooking the entire Wayne Manor.

Today's weather is not bad for Gotham, and the faint mist makes the visible range much smaller. However, relying on the impressions in the dream, Wen can still describe the general appearance of the entire manor in his mind.

However, these mist inevitably made her confuse reality and dreams.

"So you're here." Dick's brisk voice sounded from behind her, and with the sound of footsteps from far to near, Dick stopped behind Wen, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Please feel free," Wen replied.

Dick sat down.

"What are you thinking?" he asked bluntly.

"I was wondering if it was a dream," Wen replied.

"Of course it's a reality."

"It's not certain, what evidence do you have to prove that this is reality?"

"Because if it was a dream, then things should have been a little bit better, or at least less embarrassing, when we were downstairs," Dick said, "or worse. There are good dreams and bad dreams, but it shouldn't be. As for the existence of such a real and embarrassing dream."

Wen was persuaded.

"I thought you didn't feel the embarrassment of what happened just now." She then laughed, "All of you are pretending it's okay."

"You are also one of 'everyone'."

"I know how to deal with a bad situation, but I don't know how to deal with an awkward situation. I've never been embarrassed," Wen said, turning her face to Dick with a tried-and-true smile. Embarrass me? Do you believe such a thing exists?"

It's hard to say which one of her profile face or front face is more beautiful, but when she only showed a small half of her cheeks covered by black hair, the natural charm in her eyes was weakened.

Charming is actually a very aggressive temperament.

And when her charm is weakened, her fragility is highlighted. The corners of her eyes drooping slightly because of a bad mood, and her lips that make it difficult to feel real happiness even though she is smiling, all make her exude a strong The "come and comfort me" hint.

Or, Dick thought, replace "Come and comfort me" with "Just do what I want."

"—no," said Dick, "no man, not the hardest man."

"I don't know how to get along with you." Wen looked out of the window again, "You don't know how to get along with me either."

"We can try..."

Wen sneered impatiently: "I don't have good hopes for this kind of thing."

Dick rephrases the question: "Can I know why you have such strong suspicions about us? You don't hate or hate us, you just suspect us rather coldly, and you never even try to hide your suspicions." Suspicious. You're not the type to be perpetually skeptical, I mean—of course, we've done a little research on you, and you're usually pretty—"

"Trusting others."

"I wouldn't put it that way, but I think you get my point."

"Mr. Wayne asked you to ask?"

"Not everything is about him, Wen."

"Everything is about him."

Dick vaguely understood Wen's meaning: "You mean, your attitude has something to do with him?"

"I don't really want to chat. When I want to chat, I will take the initiative to find a chat partner, Dick." Wen stood up, "This is yours now, enjoy your private time without being disturbed."

She went downstairs, wanted to go back to the bedroom, and changed her mind again.

She went straight to the study.

The lights were extremely bright, and before Wen got close, she heard a slight sound of typing on the keyboard. She turned the corner and found Tim sitting on the small sofa with several books spread out in front of him, and he was frowning tightly, Staring at the screen so engrossed, she didn't notice Wen walking in at all.

Wen didn't mind sharing the space with him, if he was quiet enough.But Tim looked like a college student scrambling to meet a deadline for his thesis, and Wen thought she'd better leave Tim alone.

She left the study and stood in the long corridor, feeling slightly at a loss.

A strong feeling of not belonging.

She wouldn't have felt that way in New York or Iceland, because she knew full well that wasn't where she should belong at all.

She used to travel or walk in unfamiliar streets. She knew that what she was about to see and experience was new, and she knew that she had made such a choice.

And standing in Wayne's main house, everything about this house is so familiar to her, like landing with both feet after flying for too long.

——She didn't feel that her feet were on the ground, but she felt slightly dizzy.

Wen stood there for a long time, and finally walked straight to the small study room exclusive to Bruce. When he reached the door, he changed his mind and thought, let's forget it and go back to the room. She can play some time-killing games to pass the time before going to bed. time.

"Come in," Bruce said.

was found.Oh shit.Does he have sharp hearing or has a surveillance camera installed at the door.

Wen sighed in his heart, then reluctantly walked in.

Bruce had already stood up from his desk and walked to the door to greet her.He doesn't look bothered by what happened hours ago, his black hair is meticulously groomed, and the only difference between him and the photos and videos he's released is that he's not wearing a formal suit.

"Please take a seat." Bruce said, motioning to Wen for a small reception area not far away.

It is because the house is so big that you can put such a small sofa and coffee table in every room that can accommodate four or five people sitting together.

Wen sighed unabashedly.

Bruce was obviously a little helpless: "Wen?"

"Boring," Wen said. "'We need to talk'?"

"No, I'm not going to say that. I think in your perception, we haven't reached the point where we can talk." Bruce said, "Please sit down, as long as it makes you feel more comfortable and relaxed, just lie down You can also come down."

Wen chose to sit down, not because it was uncomfortable to lie down, but because it was uncomfortable to do so in front of Bruce.

"Here's a spare laptop, and some books," Bruce said. "Stay where you can see them if you need them. I have some work to do, and you can find something to do yourself."

Wen asked him, "Are you quiet enough?"

"Very quiet," Bruce replied. "No phone calls or video calls."

She really didn't want to be alone in Wayne's main house, but she still hesitated to share a room with Bruce.She glanced out the door, thinking about the chances of being undisturbed here—

"No one will come." Bruce seemed to see through her thoughts, a slight smile leaked from his eyes, "No one will come to bother me while I'm working."

"But you didn't close the door."

Bruce shrugged rather handsomely.

"It has nothing to do with whether I lock the door or not."

Wen guessed it might be something called majesty or dominion.

"Is it my illusion or did you scold me in your heart just now?"

"I just think you are very dignified." Wen said, "This shouldn't be called scolding you."

"It depends on whether majesty is a positive or negative word in your mind." Bruce shifted to a more relaxed stance.

"It's a neutral word," Wen said, "it barely touches the edge of praise."

"That's complimenting me." Bruce said with a smile, "It's not easy, I thought you would only compliment my appearance. That's not really complimenting me, you are obviously very satisfied with your appearance, and We're alike."

"I'm sorry I was so bad when we first met," Wen said. "I'm not usually so—out of control."

"So that's really true." Bruce gave a hurt look.

"It's a pity I can't say 'I hope you know that's not my intention' or something like that... I could have said it, but that would be boring. I don't like to lie, and after a lie, there are always more ways to cover it, A lie needs more lies to cover it up, and eventually things get out of hand and always defeat the purpose of the first lie.” Wen said, “I do hate you.”

"Because of me in the parallel world?"

"..."

Wen wondered if he had any desire to explain.

"Looks like not," Bruce said.

"I've been waiting all night for you to introduce Jason to me. Or to mention him, even if there is only one or two sentences, even if there is only one name, or even if there is no name, it is just a photo and some personal items." Wen Say, "But nothing. You are not fundamentally different from my father. The rest of the family are not fundamentally different from my family either."

"This disappoints you," Bruce whispered.

"—Actually, no." Wen shook his head honestly, "Actually, I prefer this answer. If there is no me in this world, and you have not undergone fundamental changes, it means that there is nothing wrong with me. It doesn't matter whether I exist or not. Whether it's the daughter you raised by your side since childhood, the way you choose to treat me is exactly the same."

Bruce stared at her.

"So," he said, "you come to the conclusion that as long as it's us, it's going to let you down."

"I'm not so—" Wen paused, "You're right."

"Is there no one in your world who won't let you down?" Bruce asked, "Since your choice is to run away from home and go to a parallel world. You seem to have no attachment to your own world."

"No one would choose to stay in the bush because of the candy house," Wen said, "not even children."