Wen didn't pay much attention to Damian's attitude at first.

No matter what kind of life the stinky brother lived before returning home, now that he has returned and become Damian Wayne and a member of the Bat-family, Bruce's concept should prevail.

And if Bruce had his way, it would be impossible for Damian to cause any trouble.

As for Damian's past... Judging from the way he shouted and killed at every turn and put profit first, Wen could guess without even thinking that it was definitely not a good place.

If it’s not a good place, you don’t need to know about it.

Presumably no one expects any sincere affection between Damian and Wen, and even if they wanted to, Wen would not have any intention of establishing a good relationship with Damian.

Barely maintaining a plastic sibling relationship is the best she can do.

She still remembers the way her bratty brother looked at her when they first met. Not only will she remember it, she will probably never forget it for the rest of her life.

Dick, who was reminded by Tim to find trouble for Damian, rushed into Wen's room angrily: "Stop, Damian!"

He was rewarded with a mildly empty room sitting at the end of the bed.

Dick's expression went blank.

What's going on? Where's Damian?

Of course, Dick would not suspect that Tim was lying. Although Tim was not a well-behaved and docile brother, Tim would not make random jokes on such a matter of life and death. Dick would rather think that Wen did something to make Da

Mian left her room obediently.

But what exactly did she do to achieve such amazing results?

"Damian is gone." Wen said.

She was thinking that you guys were lining up to break in. Everyone entered the room without knocking. Damian didn't say anything. She couldn't expect him to have any respect for her as a sister. Dick actually did this too.

.

But it's not that he couldn't understand his feelings. He was afraid that Damian would become violent and hurt her.

"He, he just left like that?" Dick stuttered in surprise, "Then...did he say anything unpleasant just now?"

"You should ask him what he said that wasn't unpleasant."

Dick was speechless.

"But I'm not angry, don't worry," Wen lifted up the short hair that fell in front of her eyebrows, thinking about whether she should ask Bruce to make her hair shorter, or just cut it a little shorter herself, "Good morning, Connor

Just reminded me not to argue with Damian."

Dick's eyebrows moved at the appearance of this name: "...Connor, your boyfriend, I remember him, he was the one who sent you here that day."

He acted as if the day Wen came back was the first time he saw Connor.

Pretending to be pretty similar.

Damn it, what's going on? The Wayne family's actors all signed up for the same class and took the same class from the same boss?

"You don't ask anything about him at all." Wen said with a smile, "I'm a little worried because you don't like him very much."

Dick: "..."

What mistake did I make to have to face this kind of problem?!

But Wen looked at him expectantly, obviously determined to hear a conclusive answer from his mouth.

Dick could only show a stiff smile: "There is no such thing, Wen, there will never be such a thing. The main reason why we don't mention him is that we don't know him well. We don't know much about this Connor...he

Whether his personality is good, how he behaves, his style in relationships, and how you usually get along with each other."

Wen said matter-of-factly: "I can tell these things just by looking at them."

"Of course we trust your judgment." Dick added quickly.

No matter how pretentious it is, it has to be said that Dick's appearance perfectly fits Wen's aesthetic.

His black hair was raised untidyly, his blue eyes always flashed with joy, and he showed a full mouth of white teeth when he smiled. However, even if he laughed like this, the muscles on his cheeks would not appear horribly distorted and distorted.

Deformation.

Unlike some people, when they are still, their facial features are exquisite, but once they make any expression, it is as if a big truck is running over their face, and even the people who see it can feel it.

That kind of pain.

Wen didn't hate Dick in the first place, but now it was clear that Dick was coaxing her and listening to her words. Even though this kind of coaxing was more or less disapproving and condescending, Wen could laugh at it.

Of.

"Sit down." Wen pointed to the chair next to the table, "It's too cold to talk while standing."

"Thank you." Dick sat down quickly and brought up the topic that brought him here in a hurry, "Damian just now..."

"He broke in and talked a lot, which I can't remember clearly."

Damian had just left, how could he forget everything he said so quickly.

Dick thought Wen said this to show his calm attitude. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was only halfway relieved when he heard Wen say: "He basically expanded on what he said to me when I came back on the first day.

Once, and then emphasized several times.”

Dick: "..."

He rubbed his forehead with a wry smile, and said in a helpless tone: "That's just him, Wen, there is something wrong with Damian's character..."

Wen waited for a while, but did not wait for the next words.

She said: "I thought you were going to say, 'He actually meant no harm'?"

God knows how much Dick wished he could say that!

But the crux of the matter is that Damian has malicious intentions, but this kind of malice is not considered malicious at all from Damian's own point of view.

"I can only say that he didn't think he had any malicious intentions. In his mind, that's what happened." Dick shook his head, "Frankly speaking, it took me some time to accept him, but Dami

An also has many advantages, he——"

Wen didn't mind hearing Dick apologize on Damian's behalf, although she didn't think an apology would do anything.

But she did mind listening to Dick's efforts to prove that Damian was a somewhat good brother who could be expected.

"That has nothing to do with me." Wen interrupted Dick, "I don't care who he is. Damian and I just don't interfere with each other."

Dick paused and did not try to persuade Wen: "...Okay."

"The new hair style is very beautiful. Did Alfred cut it for you?" he asked, "It's unexpected. He seems to like your previous style."

"It was...Mr. Wayne cut it for me," Wen said.

Dick smiled: "It seems that something happened between you two that I don't know about."

Wen thought about what she had done before when everyone was not at home.

...she decided to just keep smiling.

Dick reluctantly talked to Wen about a lot of topics again, just asking her how she felt in Wayne's main house. It seemed that he was very much looking forward to Wen saying something like "I think it feels good to be back."

"This is indeed my home" and the like, but it's a pity that Wen can't say it yet.

She could only ignore Dick's ardent expectations and said, "The weather in Gotham is much better than I thought."

"What do you think the weather is like in Gotham?"

"Heavy rain." Wen blurted out, "It's a big rainstorm... It rains almost every day."

"God! Where did this impression come from? I know it's not a good thing to let the media talk nonsense." Dick muttered, and cleared his throat under Wen's gaze, "The weather in Gotham is not that bad.

It's more like a colder London. It's true that there are often dark clouds and no sunshine, and it's also true that it's foggy and cold at night. As for heavy rains... Gotham doesn't have many rainy days. You'll know if you stay longer.

Already."

But Wen didn't need to know more about Gotham's weather.

During dinner, Wen's new hairstyle finally attracted widespread attention. Of course, Dick, who had seen it before, praised it repeatedly, and Bruce also smiled in approval.

There were only two people who really saw Wen like this for the first time, Tim and Alfred.

Tim couldn't even keep his indifferent expression and glanced up and down at her in shock. Alfred's expression and movements showed no change, but if you look closely, you could easily see that his eyes were a little weak.

"I know this change is a bit too big. After all, it was so long before," Wen Bi traced his waist and then the position above his eyebrows, "it's so long now. It just needs a bigger change to clearly distinguish the two styles."

"

"No matter what, what you like is most important." Bruce said.

Damian turned away and breathed out through his nose. When Wen looked over, he immediately lowered his head, probably because he was afraid that Wen would do something with the souvenirs in his hand.

This matter is a bit special, and it is normal for him to be willing to restrain his emotions.

Not everyone can stay calm at such a time: I heard that my half-sister slept with my mother.

Strictly speaking, it is "suspected" that he fell asleep. After all, Wen didn't say anything clearly at all. However, the young Damian obviously knew exactly what his mother's style was. Wen just gave him a hint, and he figured it out on his own.

all.

As for whether the woman Wendy slept with was Damian's mother?

It seems that even Wendy herself is not very clear. She just thinks that the possibility is very high. From Damian's reaction, it seems that the woman can do this... run to get close to the daughter born by her ex and another woman.
To be continued...