Win Wayne

It's hard to tell if Batman believed Wendy's words.

The only expression on this guy's face was no expression, and he was wearing a hood that covered the entire back of his head and the upper half of his face. It was impossible to observe the change of mood from the corners of his straightened lips.

Occasionally, Win could sense Batman's emotional ups and downs, but she couldn't tell if what she felt was real or just an illusion.

"You are difficult to get along with." Wendy said after waiting quietly for a while, "Aren't you going to make some comments?"

"You're not telling the truth."

"I'm telling the truth." Wendy still held her chin, curled up in a small ball on the passenger seat, and wrapped herself in a blanket, "Why do you think I'm not telling the truth?"

"Because you didn't tell the truth."

Wen could see that Batman was not good at chatting.

"Oh." Wendy looked at Batman thoughtfully, "It seems that you don't like this kind of thing very much. I thought superheroes like you would be easy to be hooked on this type of girl, young and Poor, beautiful... full of confusion and lack of love. And I'm already dead, and I don't have any moral or legal problems."

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As expected of you, Wendy, she was convinced.

She thought that Wendy was really just talking nonsense while stating a small part of the truth, but she didn't expect Wendy's routine to be so deep.

"Self-analysis doesn't work for me either," Batman said quietly.

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So it turned out that the whole process of two routine masters fighting each other just now? !Disrespectful, she didn't see it at all!

"You are so hard-hearted." Wendy said.

"..."

"But I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth." Wendy rubbed her eyes, "I'm indeed beautiful, smart, and have a good family background, these three points mean that I'm very popular. I don't know why, maybe it's me From what details it is easy for others to misunderstand me-it makes people feel that I am fragile and need care and protection, and people always hope that they can take care of me."

Wendy, look at your allergies, look at your thin arms and legs, look at your skin so white that you can see blood vessels.

What strange misconceptions do you have about your external image? !

You look so vulnerable and in need of protection.

"You really haven't shown your tough side," Batman said.

There it was again, and Wen felt Batman's smile again.

His voice and attitude have not changed clearly from the beginning to the end, but some details are so clear and cannot be ignored, as if the people under this uniform are completely relaxed and trusting of Wendy.

This completely relaxed and trusting person doesn't believe Wendy's half-truths, but he is also willing to listen to Wendy's words, for no other reason, he is willing to listen, and for every word Wendy says The words smiled.

Maybe Wendy felt this too.

"This is so strange." She said, but this time when she said it was strange, her tone was much gentler than the previous two times, "You sound like you know me very well. Of course you said you know me just now, but You don't just talk like that, you seem to really know me."

"..."

Wendy said, "I don't like this, I don't know anything about you."

"You know I'm Batman."

"Everyone knows you're Batman."

"You know that's enough."

"Are you also this confused when you're dating someone?" Wendy asked.

"This is not a date."

"Do you like older ones?" Wendy guessed, "Or do you like the style of the wild cat? This is a bit difficult for me. I basically only show this style in a certain state. "

"..."

Now Batman isn't smiling.

He doesn't like the subject.

But Wendy became more interested in the conversation. She said, "By the way, since you mentioned the women who dated my father, don't you want to hear the details?"

"..."

Batman holds the steering wheel, every body language in his body expresses rejection.

"Come on, listen, it doesn't matter, I don't mind letting you know, you must have been exposed to more sensational things in the process of doing this work," Wendy said persuasively, "Compared to my There is nothing explosive about this news at all. Besides, there is still some time left for the journey, so it would be boring to just sit around."

"...I don't want to know," Batman said.

He was a little helpless.

This fact is not as shocking to Wen as "he really let go".

Wen couldn't quite understand what was going on in this whole process—seriously, what happened?Why did Wendy and Batman still chat?Looks like you're having a good chat?

Did Wendy succeed or not?

"Let me think about where to start." Wendy ignored Batman's refusal, she rolled her eyes, "Should I start with the first one? It seems a bit too early, and I don't even remember her name is What... Names like Anna, Lily, or Amy, they are actually similar, young and beautiful, they became famous early, but after being praised by men for too long, they can't see their position clearly... From this point of view, my father's taste is not that bad. Quite consistent, no matter what type of appearance and figure these women are, their personalities are the same: easy to pick up and easy to get rid of. They are so naive and stupid that I want to doubt my father's charm."

Batman listened silently.

"I don't even think my father is attracted to them at all. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who only sees beauty, and they don't have enough beauty to offset their mental defects." Wendy commented critically, "There is nothing Skinny people are like expensive toys, only those who are mediocre in all aspects and inferior to them in terms of their own conditions will be sought after."

Batman said, "You're so arrogant."

"You don't think I hate you because of that."

"..."

Wen pondered for a moment, thinking that maybe no matter what Wendy did, Batman wouldn't find her annoying.

"I can't even find a woman who can impress me. Maybe the Gotham female reporter who has an ambiguous relationship with my father is one, but she is not my father's date." Wendy tugged down on the blanket, as if I felt a little hot, "I just approached them a little bit, and won their trust within a few minutes..."

Batman turned down the temperature.

"...Then everything happened so logically." Wendy said.

Wen Xin thinks it's logical, it's really not used to describe what happened to you... But according to your logic, there seems to be nothing inappropriate.

Batman still didn't make any comment.

Wendy looked out the window, and the heavy rain hit the glass window, making her blue eyes soft as if they were wet.

"I'm not doing it right," Wendy said. "I'm embarrassing my father, right?"

"Yes," Batman replied, "but he won't blame you."

"You don't know what he's thinking." Wendy said, "Maybe he's not thinking like that at all, maybe he's actually very angry, but he's just holding back—he's a very patient person. , Can't think of it? He doesn't seem to be the type to endure at all."

Wen Xin said that you don't look like the type who can bear it either.You and your dad are too much alike, as a result of heredity and precept and example, it's a bit disturbing.

Batman seemed to be smiling again.

Wen, on the other hand, was already confused by his own feelings.

She gave up studying the thoughts of these two people and the changes in the situation, and it would be good to be a bystander without thinking at all.

After all, she has never participated in this story, she does not need to think.

"My father never blamed me. This attitude makes people want to challenge his bottom line." Wendy said, "It's not right, is it?"

"..."

Batman chooses silence.

"Sometimes I also wonder why I am so easy to be fooled." Wendy murmured, "It can't be said to be fooled... Maybe it's just my lack of self-control. They are actually just trying to be nice to me, and I always desire Going one step further... Human body temperature is very warm, and the feeling of skin-to-skin contact is also very good. There seems to be no reason not to enjoy it."

"What you need is normal socializing," Batman said quietly. "You don't feel socially resistant."

"I don't exclude socializing, I like socializing."

"Other people seem to you either mediocre or stupid, and more often than not, both. You refuse to communicate spiritually, and this emptiness makes you desperately seek other alternatives. For you, The difficulty of attracting others is almost zero. You don’t even need to use any means, people will flock to you in droves, the only thing you need to do is to choose the ones that are relatively more pleasing to the eye.” Batman said calmly Going on, "It's such a good feeling to be in control, you can't resist it."

"Actually," he added, "you can resist, but you don't intend to resist."

You're not the Batman I knew anymore, and you made such a long speech!

The most frightening thing is that you actually hit the mark!

"It's weird," Wendy said.

Wen corrected in a low voice: "Now this kind of strangeness has surpassed the 'strange' itself. This is a strange cube."

"You're strong enough to handle your problems," Batman said. "You don't have to. That's okay. If you feel lighter and happier doing it, then do it. Many times, morality and pleasure are just You could choose either. And you made your choice."

Wendy looked at Batman in surprise: "I thought you would be more... trying to persuade me to choose morality."

"Except for your chaotic personal relationship, you have done nothing bad." Batman replied, "In your personal relationship, you have not cheated, concealed or used coercion. Your screening mechanism is fair, open and completely transparent. Anyone who is slightly against you Anyone who knows knows that."

He sounded like he was trying to make excuses for Wendy.

Instead, Wendy, who had been exempting herself from responsibility, began to retort: ​​"This is still immoral."

"This is Gotham."

Wendy stared at Batman, and finally turned her head as if she couldn't take it anymore: "Hmph."

"Your hair is still in the blanket. They're wet."

Wendy ignored him.

"You have a rash on your face."

"I didn't have a rash on my face." Wendy said immediately, "I didn't feel itchy."

That being said, she still slid her hair out from under the blanket and tucked it back.

The Batmobile drives through a rainstorm.

Maybe it was because it was quiet for too long, Wendy asked, "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock."

"On the first day, I ran away from home late at night." Wendy laughed, "Not bad."