Damian asked: "What is this?"

"Butterfly." Wen stared at the direction where the butterfly flew away, "It's beautiful, right?"

In fact, she couldn't say where the butterflies were beautiful, but she just felt that they were beautiful from the bottom of her heart. It was more like a premonition, not the pleasure brought by vision.

But this is difficult to explain to Damian. He has to be very serious and hard-working to see these butterflies. Wen doesn't think Damian can feel more.

"That's not a butterfly, don't lie to me." Although he was talking about Wen's lying, Damian's tone was not very cold. "I know every butterfly known, and I'm very sure that the thing that just flew away from your palm was not any of them. What exactly is it? Machine? Magical Creation?"

The aggressive anger suddenly faded from him. The child-like expression bloomed on his face. Although it was very shallow, this was indeed the first time. Damian did not show any dissatisfaction or patience when talking to her.

Wen was not surprised or happy. She had no emotions about it, but just accepted it calmly. Anyway, this kind of thing would always happen.

She knew better than Wendy: People always love her.

The only difference lies in what method people use when expressing their love.

"That's really a butterfly," said Wen. "But it's not the butterfly of this world - it's hard for me to explain Damian to you, just think it's a new breed. This new breed of butterfly will not be discovered in the future."

Damian stared at Wen, and after a few seconds he jumped off the bench and walked away with proud steps.

Wen was left behind him looking at his back in surprise, thinking to himself, "Damn it, you're angry now?" The stinky brother is really hard to serve.

The consequences of showing Damian the butterfly on a whim were terrible.

Damian was very angry that he didn't understand the principle of butterflies flying out of his palm. He seemed to think that Wen had done it with some means, but Wen refused to admit it, and he couldn't find any traces himself - this greatly challenged Damian's self-esteem.

To be honest, Wen felt that Damian's anger was too strong this time.

She just hid a little bit of the truth, and the main reason for the concealment was that she couldn't explain what was going on, but Damian acted like... like she was a bad woman who deceived his pure feelings.

Note: This pure love is still the first love, and the first time I am moved when I first arrived, I couldn’t get up.

I just showed you a butterfly, there is no need to make things so troublesome, right?

No matter how speechless she was, she and Damian still lived under the same roof. Even if Damian had to go to school and train, they had almost no intersection in their schedules, but they couldn't encounter any other time, and they couldn't escape the dinner at night.

The whole family spent a whole week in the low pressure released by Damian.

If Dick was at home, the situation might be much better than it is now, but Dick was a working adult after all. He returned to Bluhaven City after the holiday. Before leaving, he just told Wen enthusiastically that he would leave the rest of the holidays for Wen. If Wen needed someone to lead him around Gotham, he would accompany him at any time.

His recovery ability was amazing - even when she told the other party that she had an affair with Dick in the parallel world, Dick still looked so shocked that he was standing upright almost entirely on his muscle memory.

Unexpectedly, after only a few days passed, Dick could chat and laugh in front of her.

...Although it was less than a long time to chat and laugh, Dick left the city of Gotham without any nostalgia for five minutes, which made Wen a little suspicious that Dick didn't plan to return to Bluhaven so early, but now he left purely to avoid her.

But Dick's face should not be so thin.

After Dick left, he said something "surprising": none of the remaining family members can take on the responsibility of livening the atmosphere.

This really surprised Wen.

Wen cut a piece of fried egg and sent it to his lips, chewing it while staring at the person sitting on both sides of the dining table.

Bruce sat in the first place, and she and Damian sat face to face with each other.

That's right, there are only three of them on the dining table.

Tim moved to school the next day after the stalemate, with the excuse of having a closed training for a math competition. It may not be an excuse. Wen vaguely remembered that Tim mentioned his competition before, but he did not say that there was actually a closed training for this competition... In short, Dick and Tim both found a suitable reason and left the embarrassment for the three of them to savor it carefully.

No, maybe not three people, but two people.

Wen quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Damian. Her movements were already very hidden, but Damian still raised his head and glared fiercely.

Wen immediately moved his gaze to Bruce's face.

Bruce lazily put a piece of beef on his lips, and at the same time he turned his head slightly, winking Wen.

Oh shit!

Are you guys equipped with radars that specialize in detecting eyes?!

Wen was so angry because she could understand what the wink Bruce said to her. Bruce asked her to say something, but what could she say? Say today's dinner was delicious, and praise Alfred's cooking skills again?

She has used this trick for two consecutive days!

Wen pretended not to understand what Bruce wanted to express, and finished the fried egg on his plate in a few bites, then stood up: "My game is still paused, I'll go upstairs to finish the level..."

She trotted upstairs and just breathed a sigh of relief when she was frightened by Bruce who appeared behind her at some point: "Who?!"

Wen leaned back and was about to fall down the stairs, but Bruce held her waist like lightning.

"Be careful," he whispered, waiting for gentleness to stand up straight again before retracting his hand.

"Are you all cats?" Wen said angrily, "The indoor shoes you wear are hard soles, so you don't even sound when you walk?"

"Don't worry about this, what's going on with Damian?" Bruce whispered, "his mood has never been so bad."

Wen felt a delicate mood and accidentally said: "...Don't you always feel bad?"

The name of the stinky brother made Bruce raise one eyebrow, and a look of surprise flashed across his face, and Wen immediately captured it.

She took a step back uncomfortably and put her back onto the wall.

"Damian used to be in a bad mood, but had a bad temper," Bruce said.

Wen was immediately convinced by this impeccable logic.

"I don't know what happened to him, maybe the child got angry." Wen said vaguely, "I showed him some tricks before, but he didn't know how I did it, and he was angry until now."

"He hasn't figured out how you did it until now?"

"No." Wen said, as she assured confidently, "I don't know what he had thought of, but it's never possible to understand it with his method."

"It's really rare, but Damian has failed," said Bruce. "He's acting too out of control this time."

"How old is he - he is only five or six years old. It's a problem for children of this age to be able to control themselves." Wen curled his lips, and looked at Bruce curiously, "Didn't you talk to him?"

"We talked, but he insisted that nothing happened. He did not do anything, and I feel like he was just sulking this time." Bruce was obviously very interested in the situation, "so I wanted to ask what happened between you. How did you bully him?"

"Pay attention to words." Wen dissatisfied.

"It's okay, Dick bullies Jason, Jason bullies Tim. If Tim hadn't been unable to beat Damian, he would have taught Damian a deep lesson," said Bruce. "That's how the family is. Older bullies younger people. When the younger people cause trouble that parents cannot know, the younger people still have to rely on the help of the older people."

Wen immediately made his position: "I believe Damian will never fall to the point of needing my help in this life."

"Maybe." said Bruce, "Do you want to talk?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I just feel that you've been too quiet during this period. I do nothing but stay in my room every day, and I don't whisper to ask your little boyfriend to come and accompany you." Bruce said casually, "So I think, maybe you're in some trouble."

“…”

"Go to my study?"

"No, go to the cigar room." Wen replied.

Bruce doesn't smoke cigars, but there is indeed a dedicated cigar room in Wayne's main house. Not only that, there are many things that are not used by this family but have settings, such as the gym and baby room.

Damian is a little younger and can use the baby room, but unfortunately he is over the age of now.

They sat down in the soft sofa in the cigar room and Bruce asked, "Are you going to have one? I think Alfred should have some hospitality."

"I don't smoke cigars," said Wen. "I just like the room very much, there is a big window. I like the windows."

"I can see something happening to you," Bruce said thoughtfully, "this thing changed Damian's attitude to you, and he began to like you."

"I hope not," Wen said from the bottom of his heart, "because I felt about him when I saw him the first thing, and how I felt about him now."

This explains why Damian is angry, Bruce thought.

It’s rare to like Wen a little, but I found that Wen’s attitude towards him has not changed at all. He didn’t like him at first, but now he still doesn’t like him very much... It would be strange if Damian is happy.

Bruce smiled, shaking his head while laughing.

His smile reminded Wen of Batman in another world, of the birthday night I saw in my dream, Gotham Ridge was raining heavily, and that small, undisturbed world in the Batmobile.

So Wen also smiled relaxedly.

"Do you want to know what the hell are Damian and I doing?"

"Of course, I'm happy."

"I won't tell you," said Wen.

Bruce showed a disappointed expression: "Then I don't want to know."

"I thought you would make some small moves to protect me," Wen made a double quote gesture when she said protection. "Didn't you always do this?"

"Who told you?"

"I just know."

“Sometimes I do do something too extreme, but I think there is still a big difference between protection and surveillance,” Bruce said. “You act well and good girls deserve more freedom as a reward. In fact, I’ve been thinking about one thing lately—maybe it’s time for people to know you. What do you think?”

"I don't know if you're ready," said Wen. "And I actually belong to another world, and another Bruce Wayne is my father. Do you know what you're talking about, Mr. Wayne?"

"Is he your father?" Bruce asked back.

He gently bit the accent of the word "you", and his smile brought everything to the control of calmness and arrogance - although he might not intend to appear very arrogant, he naturally had this temperament.

Wen was silent for a while.
To be continued...