Win Wayne

Wendy was very disappointed: "Stingy, what's the matter if you let me drive it, I won't crash it for you."

She observed Batman's expression, perhaps realizing that her request would not be met from the other's unwavering expression, Wendy went around the car and sat in the passenger seat after all.

Wen seized the opportunity to squeeze in and tiptoed to the back seat.

In fact, if she wanted to, she could go through the car door in her dream, but the visual effect of going directly through it was too strange, Wen would rather make things a little more troublesome.

The closed doors shut out the noisy rain.

There was silence in the car.

Batman held the steering wheel with steady fingers. He stared at the front window expressionlessly. The rain was so heavy that the visibility outside the window might only be three or four meters away. Even if you don’t consider how dangerous Gotham is at night, In such a violent rainstorm at Wendy's car speed...you can only say that you are lucky if you don't have any accidents.

Wen sat in the back seat, so bored that he wanted to hum again.

It was Wendy who broke the silence.She turned to Batman, "Am I sitting in Robin's place?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever considered that Robin's help is a form of child labor?"

Wen knew that they couldn't go without any dialogue, and she collapsed in the backseat laughing at this darkly humorous question.

As expected of Wendy, a logic genius!

Batman replied nonchalantly, "I didn't pay Robin."

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She was stunned.

Damn Wendy logic ghosts forget it, what's the matter with you, Batman?Why are you so black humorous?

And you actually picked it up!Damn it, you can just pick it up, why do you pick it up so naturally!

Wendy was also amused, the passenger seat was very spacious for her petite body, she took off her shoes, nestled sideways on the passenger seat, and pulled up the long fluffy skirt to cover her feet - her feet had already Reddened by the cold.

After sitting comfortably, she began to untie the bun on the back of her head.First remove the headgear fixed on the black hair, then take off the invisible hair clip for fixing, and put it on the dashboard.

The stuff was dripping wet, but Batman didn't seem to mind getting his Batmobile dirty.

He turned up the temperature in the car, and took out a towel from somewhere and handed it to Wendy.

"Thank you." Wendy said, taking over to wipe her long hair.

Batman gave her another blanket.This time Wen saw where he took the things out, and there were several hidden compartments by his side, probably containing a lot of weapons and necessary supplies.

"Does the temperature need to be higher?" Batman asked her.

"You don't feel the heat?" Wendy asked lazily.

Batman doesn't speak anymore.

Wendy's hair wasn't completely soaked either. Her hair was thick and thick. She probably sprayed a lot of styling after styling, but the outermost layer was wet, and the inside was still dry. It just wiped off for a while. Drip down again.

Wendy returned the used towel to Batman, and Batman took it silently and put it back in the secret compartment.

"..."

"..."

What's going on, Wen thought.

The atmosphere was actually a bit weird, not easy to describe, and warm. When this idea came to Wen's mind, he was almost frightened by his own thoughts. Among other things, Wendy was completely different from the word "warm". Regardless, Batman is the opposite of "warmth". How could it be so warm?

But that was the truth, and she couldn't allow her to deny it.Warm is warm, this is a fact rather than a description - Wen began to feel embarrassed.

Fuck this familiar embarrassment.

Wendy fiddled with her hair, staring at her skirt in a daze.

"This is weird," she said. "Has anyone ever told you to be scary, Batman?"

"..."

"But I don't feel that you are scary at all." Wendy said confusedly, "Is it because you have saved me several times?"

"..."

Wendy loosened her tail, stretched out her hand, and carefully tugged on Batman's cape with two fingers.

Why the hell is this action so little girl.

Wen felt suffocated, and she wanted to rush over and shake Wendy's shoulders, roaring loudly in her ear "You should have done this to your father, not Batman"!

Batman finally looked back at Wendy.

He didn't speak, but Wen could clearly feel his doubts, as if he was asking, "What are you doing?"

Wendy and Batman looked at each other for a few seconds, covered their lips with their hands, and laughed.

Batman didn't know why, but he didn't make any comments on Wendy's weird behavior, but turned back to look at the front window.

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This is too fucking weird.

But it's also...it's actually pretty good.

Then Wen heard Wendy say, "You're so cute."

You are at it again!

I knew you were going to start again!

Wen waited expectantly for Batman's reaction, and Batman's response was no response.

"I praised you, Batman, hey, I praised you just now." Wendy was unhappy, "You should say 'I think you are cute too', did you hear that? Hmph, there must be no women with your personality like."

Batman said, "Fasten your seatbelt."

Wendy opened her eyes wide: "..."

The young lady who is invincible in the love field obviously has not received this kind of treatment. She was stunned and stared at Batman's side face in shock. Staring at it, she propped up one arm and rested her chin, and elongated her voice: " Your profile is very handsome."

Okay, Wendy persevered.Not surprisingly.

Wen happily lay on the back of Wendy's chair, eagerly anticipating how Batman would respond, things were getting more and more interesting, and she absolutely couldn't miss such a happy plot!

But Batman's profile is really handsome.

Strange, what is it about not only handsome but also a little familiar, do all good-looking people have something in common?It seems that every handsome person she has ever met can be matched. If you think about it this way, good-looking people have something in common, and unattractive people seem to be unattractive.

"..."

Well, true to Batman, he responded with indifference again.

But Wendy didn't seem to be expecting Batman's response, she held her chin, her eyes had already passed Batman and drifted far away.

"You don't even want to know why I ran away from home? It's strange," Wendy said again, "I feel like you are the kind of person I can trust. Coincidentally, I don't know you at all, and you don't know me at all. Don't know me. Mystery makes you more attractive. And you are completely out of my life, maybe that's why I feel relaxed in your presence."

"I know you, Miss Wayne, and I know you're smart enough to distinguish between your own feelings and the drawbridge effect," Batman said, "and I've heard a little about some of your behavior. Stop doing it. "

"It's not my fault that I'm popular, I'm just naturally beautiful and smart, and I don't have to say or do anything to be the center of attention. Both boys and girls crave my response, and I do occasionally " Wendy said, "After all, you have to be clear, if I behave like an iceman without emotion, it won't hinder their desire and enthusiasm at all, rather, they will be more eager to be The most special person in my eyes."

"..."

Wendy observed Batman, showing a sly smile like a little fox: "I know you know this very well, because you are the same as me, right?"

Batman is noncommittal.

"Sometimes I can't help myself." Wendy covered her lips and yawned a little, her voice became a little vague, "They really know how to promise eternal love, how to promise nothing. Unknowingly courteous, and I was like a silly little girl who easily believed their sweet words. It was I who fell into their trap, not me who seduced any of them."

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It's really a long-lost speech by a scumbag.

You're too confused, Wendy!

"The worst part is they always show me when they get me, and keep asking me for this, and for that—don't talk to anybody, don't hang out with anybody, don't smile, don't blink...they Keep asking 'Do you still love me', 'Am I still your most important person'," Wendy sighed melancholy, "They just can't accept my popularity. I'm not the kind of person who changes myself for love. I'm never a private property, so I just have to leave them."

Did you remember to say goodbye when you left them?

No, that's not the right question to ask, should you say, did you make any "together" promises when you were with them?

... guess what the answer is.

Batman kept silent, but for some reason, Wen always felt that he was smiling.

"How long will it take to leave Gotham?" Wendy asked.

"For a while." Batman replied, "Some sections of the road are inconvenient during heavy rain, so we can only take a short detour."

"Yeah." Wendy said.

She gently combed her long hair with her fingers, and seemed to be in a good mood.Batman held the steering wheel calmly and reminded, "Are you still cold?"

"How can it be cold with you here?" Wendy smiled, "Sitting there is a hot source of heat."

"..."

Batman fell silent again.

Just when Wen thought that there would be no more conversations along the way, he suddenly asked, "You haven't said why you ran away from home."

"You want to know now?"

"..."

"It's okay to tell you, after all, you've saved me many times." Wendy sighed, her shoulders slumped, and said melancholy, "Didn't I just tell you? I'm a very popular person , my father, you know, he is also very popular."

"..."

Wen vaguely saw a small question mark appearing above Batman's head.

"He's always dating beautiful women," Wendy said, "You must know that too, you can find out about it by reading the news——Let me tell you, he really should have a better understanding of what those women are before dating goods."

"..."

Wen began to be uncertain about the direction of this topic.

"That's right, I'll just say it straight," Wendy let out a long breath, as if she had made up her mind, "It's those women who are uneasy and kind enough to provoke my relationship with my father."

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She sort of understood what Wendy was going to say next.

"I know you might guess they were blowing my father's pillow or something, no, that's not it," Wendy said gloomily, "it's like this—they seduced me first."

Wen: I almost believed it.