Connor got up from the bed and held his clothes and put them on his body.

Wen mumbled something in a daze, rubbed his eyes and turned over, and then stared at Connor, who was bent down in his pants.

"Go away?" she said, because she was still sleepy, and her voice also showed a sweet smell of honey. "Why did you leave so early? It feels like a stolen love."

"If I don't leave, your dad will hold a grudge against me." Connor squatted down and tied his shoelaces. "I'm dancing on his bottom line now, do you know? I've sacrificed too much to come to see you! Even Tim blames me for not telling him about your affairs... Can I blame me? Your family is unreasonable!"

Wen buried his face in the pillow and laughed: "He will hold a grudge against you even if you leave now."

Connor just got up, and after hearing what Wen said, his face collapsed: "Isn't it good to have unreal but beautiful imaginations?"

"He holds a grudge, but he can't really do anything," Wen said lazily, "Or you might as well stay here today, and wait for Bruce to get up and go downstairs to have dinner with me."

Connor was quiet for maybe half a minute.

"Wen." He spoke in a gentle tone, "Do you think I'm good to you?"

"Okay," Wen said immediately, "It's always available, obedient, able to tell jokes and pick up jokes, which is especially good!"

"Since I'm really good," Connor asked heavily, "Why do you want to harm me?"

"Not that serious." Wen disregarded, "Although Bruce has many problems, it will not target you."

"He won't target me, but he will stare at me sinisterly - this is scary!" Connor lay down to the bed with grievance, "He is very scary! Don't you think?"

Wen really doesn't think so.

Bruce has many bad things for her, although she has not experienced those things that are hard to describe, but her impression and feelings have always been there, so when she really arrived at Bruce for the first time, she just felt...

bother.

What pain, despair, anger, are not all the emotions that emerge at the first time. The only thing that occupies her heart is annoyance.

She just wanted to disappear from Bruce's sight immediately and was more willing to pay any price for it. In fact, this had little to do with Bruce. What forced her was not Bruce, but her own emotions.

This idea was so urgent that her control collapsed.

Wen never found Bruce scary.

On the contrary, she often feels that Bruce has an inexplicable sense of being angry, which is the kind of character who always frowns deeply in the movie, and who dies as soon as she appears, her parents dies in love with her lover dies in children dies in her children dies in her friends. Her strength is obviously cheating but she can never avoid tragedy.

...It sounds like Bruce.

...Damn Bruce is so miserable!

Wen said to Connor seriously: "He is not scary, you should be kind to him."

Connor:?

He blinked and said, "If you want to be kind to him, you are kind to him, right? What does it have to do with me?"

"That's right, then I'd better not be too angry with him." Wen said, lifting the quilt, jumping out of the bed barefoot, giving Connor a kiss, and then pushing him to the window, "Go quickly and go quickly."

"Then I'll leave." Connor didn't care about Wen at all. It would be better to say that he was used to Wen like this. "Remember to call me at any time!"

Wen lay on the windowsill and waved at him. Connor flipped over the air and disappeared into the light gray clouds.

When he completely disappeared from sight, Wen Cai went downstairs to have breakfast.

Tim and Damian were both at the dinner table. Wen glanced at his phone and realized that both of them had classes today - Tim would teach the class seriously. Wen expected that he was a good student with both good character and academic performance.

Unlike Dick, to be honest, although Dick's grades are quite excellent, just looking at his appearance, Dick is more like the kind of contempt chain that is formed in a band, engaged in sports, and cheerleaders in school. His grades will not be messed up, but they are just a decent top layer of contempt.

As for Damian, this stinky brother looks like the ultimate naughty child who is called to the principal's office every day for criticism and education, and in the end, he thugs with no power to tie the chicken. The ultimate naughty child has to come forward to solve the problem.

Wen knew Damian had to attend classes every day.

But she hadn't seen the stinky brother with this angle. It was the first time she discovered that Damian had to sit in the height enhancement seat at the dining table. The chair was too high, and the stinky brother's feet could not fall on the ground, and he had to step on the small stool...

The stinky brother's personality is a real dog.

The stinky brother's appearance is really cute.

As long as Damian doesn't speak or look up at people, Wen can appreciate Damian with the mentality of enjoying movies.

She stopped by the dining table, and Tim felt someone coming, raised her head and put down the spoon in her hand: "Wen?"

"Good morning Tim," said Win. "Did Dick go out last night?"

"...No, he stayed in the room." Tim said slowly, "I didn't talk to him, but I saw him a few times-he seemed to have been hit hard."

Wen said: "Oh."

She sat down as if nothing had happened, and the elusive old housekeeper immediately served her a luxurious breakfast, and thanked her in a low voice, and received a slight nod of the old housekeeper and "You're welcome."

Tim also started drinking soup again, acting like he knew nothing.

Wen felt that Tim was really bad. Sure enough, no matter how well-behaved and obedient the people in the Bat family were, they were weak, but in fact they were all in reverse. The only difference was that some people were openly arrogant and domineering, such as Damian, and some people made small moves in secret, or saw through everything but said nothing, such as Tim.

Since Damian was hit by Wen with words once, he never looked up in front of her again. He occasionally met his eyes and could maintain his superficial friendship without a smile.

This breakfast was eaten calmly and steadily without any topic.

Wen finally made the decision.

After so long since she came to Gotham, it was time to go out and see the legendary city. In order not to attract attention, she made up her mind to go out alone - but for safety, she sent a text message to tell Connor about this, so that Connor could always pay attention to her situation.

Even if you really encounter some big explosions, bombings, bank robberies, hostages, etc. Gotham's conventional dilemma, even if the Bat family is busy searching for bombs, rescue hostages, and capture villains, isn't there any Connor?

Wen Zuo thought about it. Although he knew very well that her behavior was very destined, Connor's existence could filter out 99% of the dangers for her.

The remaining one percent is negligible: if you really have to worry about it, just don’t go out for the rest of your life.

Her room had masks and sunglasses, and Wen only took sunglasses, but not masks.

In Gotham, wearing sunglasses is a striking thing, because sunglasses are the standard for gangsters. As for how such a tradition was formed, Wen felt that this group of people were not clear when they saw film and television works.

However, it is very easy to break the situation. Just choose a pair of beautiful sunglasses.

Wen studied in front of the sunglasses cabinet for a while, chose two round and small metal-edged sunglasses, and then closed his eyes and found a sports suit in the wardrobe.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself.

temperature:"……"

She couldn't see anything wrong with wearing this, nor did she see if there were any details that were not perfect. Her eyebrows were thicker because she no longer used eyebrow trimmers or tweezers to repair them in a thin and slender way.

It would be a relief to Wen without doing these troubles. To be honest, her eyebrows were as hard and powerful as Bruce when they were untrimmed. It was troublesome and painful to pull them up with small tweezers...

When she was still long, she was able to keep her eyebrows tightly pursed completely by Wendy's encouragement.

Damn, Wendy doesn't even want the initiative in her body, but she regards appearance as more important than life. Wen really doesn't understand what people like Wendy are thinking.

If Wendy had only good looks, she wasn't just good. After coming to the parallel world, this guy could make a lot of money on himself. If Wen wanted to choose between high IQ and beauty, she would definitely choose without hesitation - uh, she doesn't care.

Both of these are good things, and in her heart, none of them are worse or better, but no one she particularly wants.

She never wanted anything particularly.

"Okay, it's time to leave." Wen shook his head, and used this action to shake off the thoughts, making her short hair much more neat. She looked at herself in the mirror and said to herself, "It seems that something is missing..."

She looked at the girl in the mirror for a while, stood up straight with her feet, raised her chin, and gently pressed her shoulders back.

Now people in the mirror have become pleasing.

Wen nodded with satisfaction and turned to walk out of the bedroom. Her steps were very light, and it was not until she turned around and closed the door that Wen saw the person standing behind the door with a expressionless face against the wall.

"Damian?" Wen said in surprise, "You didn't go to class?"

"I've been thinking about what you said." Damian raised his head, like a fierce goose, "I don't believe you really have evidence."

"So you just don't believe that I have evidence, but believe that this kind of thing is indeed possible?" Wen stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Tsk, come on," Damian turned his head disdainfully, "we all know that my mother is not a good woman."

"Do you want to know if I really have evidence?" Wen hugged his chest, "I don't believe you are the one who will come to ask. You didn't find evidence that I have evidence - give you a small suggestion, Damian, why not call your mother to comfort her health, and then tactfully, casually suggest that you think she needs to be more rigorous in choosing a partner?"

Damian looked at Wen with wide eyes and said after a while: "I decided to quit with you. You are a despicable opponent whom I cannot defeat. From this level, you have unquestionable strength."

Wen raised his eyebrows: "I don't like what you say, but on the other hand, I must admit that when you use the tiny tits to say 'despicable' and 'no doubt' these words - it's so cute."

Damian snorted and warned: "If you do keep some of your and my mother's 'soups' and hide them. I don't want to see anything unsightly in the insignificant tabloids."

He turned his head and left, while Wen looked at Damian's back, and suddenly he was a little wondering how Damian, who was in the parallel world, was now.

Another world, Gotham.

Damian slowly walked into the hazy mist.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who casts the landmines: ching2, Indianapolis, 1 morning mist;
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