This sleep was particularly sweet, and the next day, Wen became lively and jumped back.

Neither she nor Bruce mentioned the last words they said.

However, Wen doesn't mention it because he doesn't care about it at all, while Bruce doesn't mention it because he doesn't know how important this matter is.

But this is just very important to Wendy, and it doesn't hurt at all for Wen, so it's not bad if you know or not.

"Didn't you let me take you to play?" Dick said enthusiastically, "When?"

"When I'm ready to appear on the bustling streets," Wen said seriously and perfunctorily.

"Then when are you ready to appear on the bustling streets?" Dick asked.

Wen had never thought about this. In fact, Gotham did not leave any specific impression in her heart. She did not have a deep understanding of the city. Some of the situations she saw with her own eyes dispelled her enthusiasm for understanding Gotham in depth.

In life, what’s wrong with looking at more positive and optimistic things?

Touching the real darkness and pain is the way of survival of the weak, and it is also the hobby of heroes and philosophers. Wen Zi believes that she has nothing to do with these three.

"I don't know." Wen said, "What is Bruce's usual style? Hold a press conference to introduce everyone to his newly claimed illegitimate children?"

Of course she was referring to Damian, but she was also referring to herself.

Dick indeed thought, his expression was a little hesitant: "I can't say that he is not a fantastic personality. Damian held a press conference because he strongly demanded this method. Damian's personality is somewhat convenient and ritualistic. This ceremony of returning home seems to be very important to him. As for you..."

"I don't care about the ceremony." Wen said immediately, "It's better to say that I hate this kind of ceremony that highlights something particularly important."

"You think nothing is important?" Dick smiled.

"No, it's the opposite." Wen replied, "I think everything matters."

She has no special considerations about food, which does not mean that eating is not important; she always plays a mini-game that kills time to pass the time, which does not mean that time and life themselves are not important.

But the important way she treats is to keep herself as relaxed and comfortable as possible.

This is exactly the opposite of those who will carefully select tableware before dining and then use a series of food that is unnecessary in her eyes. In Wen, the long prelude and external packaging will actually ruin her mood.

Dick obviously didn't understand Wen's meaning very much, but he said tolerantly: "Well, if you're ready, remember to tell me a day in advance."

Wen nodded.

However, this matter was indeed hanging in Wen's heart. She waited for Bruce to walk out of the room and immediately followed Bruce into the study.

"I saw Alfred bring the plate upstairs," said Wen. "You have brunch in bed?"

"Sometimes it is," said Bruce.

"I have seen similar situations in British dramas, aristocratic style." Wen sighed, and couldn't help but be curious, "Then don't brush your teeth before breakfast? I've never seen specific shots, and the picture is always cut directly to the meal."

Bruce has already been able to keep up with Wen's pace.

He said: "Wash your mouth before breakfast and brush your teeth after breakfast - what exactly do you want to do?"

"I'm wondering if I want to modify my certificate name," Wen said. "Although w.w. seems perfect to me, maybe I can change it."

Bruce stared at her, as if thinking about whether the next thing she wanted to say would be accepted by Wen.

But his thoughtful expression had begun to make Wen feel anxious.

She restlessly, then pushed Bruce hard.

Bruce shook and quickly stabilized his body: "Be patient, warm."

"You can't be patient with you. You are not the type that suits you to give. You are suitable for storms, fast pace, the faster the better." Wen urged him, "What do you want to say? Don't think about it, just say it."

"I was wondering if the name w.w. contains some kind of metaphor," said Bruce.

Wen said: "Maybe it's because I've always had a complicated feeling for Wonder Woman."

She thought it was a cold joke, but Bruce's expression seemed to indicate that he took the sentence seriously.

"…I'm kidding." Wen had no choice but to say, "You need to strengthen your sense of humor, Mr. Wayne."

"I have no problem with my sense of humor, but your joking expressions and tone are very realistic," said Bruce. "I was thinking, maybe you can introduce me to your friends."

"Which friend?"

Bruce said: "Wendy."

Wenn could feel Wendy rolling over slightly in her heart.

Her existence was very clear. In the past, Wendy was hidden deep in her heart, like a dark disease that would suddenly explode when it would burst out, but now, Wendy is becoming more and more like a conditioned reflex. Even if there is no attack, Wen could feel Wendy sleeping in her heart.

"What do you want to know?" Wen decided to answer some of Bruce's doubts depending on the situation.

"Is she real or an illusion?"

Wen heard a contemptuous cold snorting or a sarcastic sneer in his heart.

She stared at Bruce for a while, realizing that she should be angry, but thinking about the stick she had given Bruce before - just as paying for that stick.

"She exists. There is no doubt," said Wen. "She exists, just like I do."

"There is any evidence..."

"I'm not trying to convince you that she exists." Win interrupted Bruce. "It's hard work to convince you, I never do hard work. I don't want to argue with you either. Whether she exists or not does it need to give evidence to you. I don't need to prove her existence to anyone. If she is happy, she will prove to you."

"It sounds like you guys are really good friends."

"Maybe it." Wen shrugged, "I actually don't like her very much, and she doesn't like me very much."

It was strange that when she decided to strip her emotions from Wendy's, she could really strip them away.

Wen never felt that she was a disconnected personality, but this level of decisiveness was beyond her expectations. This reminded her of the "friend" that Wendy had described to her before... She was not so stupid that she didn't know who that "friend" was, but she just didn't want to go into it.

What's more, the stories of Wendy's nostalgia and sadness resonated with her, and there was no sense of déjà vu that emerged as she listened.

It was more like an adult listening to another person mentioning his unimpressed childhood, and it was difficult to realize exactly what the other person said was himself.

Bruce looked at Wen in surprise and clarity, and said, "Can you be sure she has no effect on you?"

Wen Gang wanted to say "can be sure", but suddenly realized something else.

Wendy did not deliberately influence or interfere with her, and at most she sarcastically said a few words when she spoke.

But she herself was not like this.

"I just found out that she didn't try to influence me, but I've been trying to influence her." Wen said, "After I wait, the more I think about it, the more I think it's the case... I suggested that she choose the color number, I suggested that she go to the study, and I suggested that she run away from home..."

And these are a few more important suggestions. More and less important tips can only be more, and fewer.

Bruce observed Wen's thoughts calmly and kept silent.

Wen pulled out of his thoughts and glanced at Bruce: "Your expression is saying that you already know what's going on."

"It's just a speculation that there is insufficient evidence," Bruce said.

"What's your guess?"

"Wendy was the leader at the beginning," said Bruce. "You are the 'friend' who came out later."

Wen said: "You are so smart, you are so smart that it makes people feel a little creepy."

"You're not the first to say that." Bruce smiled. "I guessed it right."

"Do you think I'm evil?" Wen asked curiously.

"I don't think so."

"Do you think I'm cruel?"

"There is one thing, but most of them are childlike cruelty, and they are even cute in the eyes of some people." Bruce commented, "You are a bit like a person I know. No, two people. No, three people."

Wen said: "These three are your old friends."

“…”

Bruce was silent for a while and smiled again: "I was wrong. You are not like them. Your similarity is superficial and the core is completely different. You are not keen on creating pain, nor do you destroy desires, but in many cases, your performance does lack a little empathy."

"What about?" Wen asked curiously.

"For example, if you hit a person's head with steel bars," Bruce said calmly, "the person's head will hurt."

"You are still holding a grudge!" Wen Dawei was dissatisfied, "Is this little thing worth remembering for several days?"

"For example," Bruce ignored it, "if you talk bad things outside, people will be troubled by it."

"...that can't be considered nonsense." Wen decisively crushed the guilt of the Beetle in his heart, "but I didn't emphasize the key points in particular. I didn't emphasize that I was not talking about you."

"For example," Bruce continued, "if you were hysterical when you first met, you should at least apologize seriously after that."

"You have emphasized that you didn't take it to heart!"

"This is another matter. Are you really sorry?"

Wen said: "There is a little bit more than a little bit."

"You lack a sense of morality. This is not a big problem. Many people lack a sense of morality, but they won't really do anything bad unless they are forced to the dead end." Bruce said. "I think you sometimes give people a sense of danger because your situation is hard to guess. When I really saw you, the first time I saw you, you gave people the feeling that you were forced to the dead end. You are always on the edge of a cliff."

"That was an accident," Wen said.

"An accident that may happen at any time," said Bruce, "if you refuse to take the medicine."

Went had to lower his head in the face of this powerful fact.
To be continued...