His heart was filled with an emotion that he couldn't describe.

Just like the emotions he felt when he had won over the masters who taught him, but learned that every master who lost to him was solved by his mother.

This emotion made him feel vulnerable and powerless, and fragility made him unable to control his anger.

"I know, Damian, I can understand," Dick said, with a smile in his voice. "Everyone in the family came from your current mood. When we were young, Bruce made us feel that everything we said was not worthy of seriousness. He always asked more questions and listed higher demands. No matter how hard we worked or how serious we were, we always couldn't feel his pride and satisfaction with us."

"I don't understand what you mean by saying that," said Damian.

"They are not used to expressing 'I know you're sorry, I accept your apology'." Dick replied, "I'm not used to it, especially to you. What's more, no one in the family can really hate you. I mean, please, Damian-Tim, forget it, he's not good at force, but do you really think Jason can't beat you? He just didn't kill you."

Damian thought without hesitation: "He should not be despised by his enemies."

"That's the problem, Damian," Dick said. "When you attack him, he doesn't see you as an 'enemy'."

"But it was the first time we met." Damian was confused. "Don't he regard me as an enemy just because his father took me home? I didn't hold back at all when I attacked him."

“You have to do nothing to get understanding and support,” Dick replied, “that’s what family means.”

"Tsk tsk," Damian scoffed, "I don't believe this. I bet even Wen won't be fooled by this stuff."

Dick didn't argue with Damian, reminding him, "Do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," Damian replied. "You took the time to do the training with me, take care of me during night training, and help smooth things out when I and others are about to fight...that's what's going on."

"You're welcome." Dick said, "we're a family."

Damian put away his phone, walked to Wen's side, and pulled off one of her headphones.

"I did it all." He was aggressive, "Batmobile!"

"Sorry, I just listened to Jason and Tim. I know the last two must be of no interest." Wen said, "Alfred and Dick can't make things difficult for you. Alfred will not say it. Let me guess whether Dick still used his stingy tone to coax you?"

Damian, who was caught in the trap, looked ashen: "..."

"But you've done everything I asked you to do, a bad guy," Wen said, stroking Damian's little head. "Although there are a lot of shortcomings and a gloomy temperament, you can trust that if such advantages have already illuminated you."

Although Wen was saying something about praise, Damian was not really happy to be praised.

He curled his lips under Wen's fingers.

"Okay, let's get the Batmobile you want now." Wen turned over from the sofa, "Do you know where the Batmobile is? I'm only responsible for helping you crack the identity authentication and other things, and when Dad smells Damian, who I won't take the blame for you, you have to be responsible for facing Batman's anger!"

Damian can no longer care about so much. He was thinking about the Batmobile he was about to get - even if he could only drive it for a while, he could get it!

"I'll take you there." He walked ahead proactively.

The Bat Cave is just below Wayne's main house. This is the first time Wen has come here. Damian turned off various monitoring equipment in the Bat Cave in advance, but he still reminded Wen:

"I can't turn it all off, that's too eye-catching...what are you doing?"

He looked in shock at Wen, who was pointing his face at the camera not far away.

"This camera looks like a mirror, Damian, why don't you bother me?"

Damian misunderstood Wen's meaning: "It won't reflect."

"I'm not talking about reflection, but it's like a mirror. When you pass by it, you won't be able to look in the mirror and see what's wrong with your face?"

Damian: "…"

He endured humiliation and said, "We don't have the same habit as this parrot."

Wen Gangcao knew this knowledge point.

Parrots are pets that need companionship and are afraid of loneliness. Their IQ happens to be able to recognize that the reflection in the mirror is the same, but they cannot tell clearly that the parrots in the mirror are its own. Therefore, many owners of parrots will hang a small mirror in the parrot's cage.

She snorted softly, and couldn't help but move away from the camera, and tidied up her hair a little.

"The Batmobile is here," Damian rushed towards the garage, but before he could take a few steps, he turned around helplessly.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked resentfully, "You're looking at it-oh those things are really interesting. These are souvenirs collected by my father, and there is a story behind each souvenir."

"He put Jason's uniform in the display cabinet," Wen said.

She had known for a long time that Jason's death was not a car accident, but out of fear and escape, she had never seriously understood what Jason had experienced before she passed away.

The uniform was scarred, and dust and blood covered its bright true colors. Wen couldn't imagine what kind of pain Jason had experienced before her death. Just looking at the damaged uniform, she felt a sense of sourness and coldness in her joints.

It seemed like there was fire burning, and it was like there was ice that freezing her.

Damian couldn't speak.

He walked behind Wen, raised his head and watched the uniform with Wen. The cold white light hit the fabric. This scene was like a shot in a documentary, cold, indifferent, without any emotion, just a straightforward description of what had happened.

"It took me many years to find out what happened." Wen said without looking back.

She put it in front of the glass cabinet, and various sentences mocking bats written in red spray paint on her uniform came into her eyes. She frowned and read them, but the words did not leave any impression in her mind.

So she read them again, this time she read them very slowly and seriously, but when she finished reading them, the words disappeared again, like soil washed by floods. She could smell the fishy smell in the soil, smell the stench caused by the rotten things, and realize the sticky and damp touch... but she couldn't remember any sentences.

She read it again, maybe this time she read it many times. She whispered the words on her uniform, she was sure she read it, and she heard it, but her memory was still empty.

"Wen." Damian said, and he stood on tiptoe and tried to raise his arm and patted Wen on the back, "Don't look. It's over."

Wen turned his head and stared at Damian's blue eyes that were very similar to her, and said seriously: "I won't pass, Damian."

She gave up on her attempt to remember the sentences on her uniform.

Why not give up? She has always given up so easily. After all, anything that is hindered by happiness is not worth her to do. There will be no more important things in this world than happiness.

There is no such thing in this world that is worth her pursuit of more than happiness.

"Let's go, let's go to the garage. Let me see what the Batmobile looks like when you sacrifice such a big sacrifice," Wen said, humming, "I remember that the update of Batmobile is very diligent. Every six months, there will be obvious changes in appearance. I don't know what this generation of Batmobile looks like..."

Maybe she has been on this generation of Batmobile.

Damian took her to the garage without saying a word, and handed her computer to Wen: "You are not used to using mine first."

"I can use anything, computers are just tools to me," Wen said, and she moved her fingers, "Let me take a look at the certification system first... Ah, very good, it's indeed a few years ago. This method is a bit behind in my world, I think about it..."

She relaxed and gave everything to her instinct.

It felt like clearing the clouds.

The passive senses became more sensitive, and the things she had turned a blind eye to re-entered their sight.

They gave her the feeling that it was so familiar, so old, so new-

She felt omnipotent, but the increasingly clear senses made her realize more clearly how broken she was.

The desire for control that expands in the omnipotence illusion and becomes more and more out of control because of the sense of breakage, like losing weight on the flat ground, Wen bites his lower lip until his teeth are embedded in the skin, and blood beads appear faintly.

"Wen?" Damian whispered, and he looked at the screen nervously, then at Wen's pale face, "Are you okay? Wen?"

Wen didn't hear Damian's voice.

Because another person spoke.

The slender phantom slowly approached, and its steps were as light as dancing. Wen showed a little smile and said to her in his heart: Long time no see.

Wendy said: "Long time no see. Let me come."

Her hands easily took the laptop and typing on the keyboard smoothly.

"Go to sleep." Wendy said calmly, "I'll do this. You are not born for this. This part of your ability belongs more to me. If you call it, you will feel dizzy..."

In her dull voice, Wen closed her eyes.

Damian found that Wen's movements had changed and became simply and decisive, and even her idea of ​​breaking through the system had changed.

If he could understand the previous showdown as a bystander, what is now displayed on the screen will only make him confused.

The difference is like Wen before, who planned to forcibly break through the gate and break into the door from countless guns aimed at her; and Wen now has become as quiet and agile as dust, flying up in the wind, observing every detail of the tightly guarded fortress from a higher angle.

She was looking for weakness, and Damian could see this, but all the steps other than that were as difficult to understand as a heavenly book.

"It's easier than I thought, so wait for the door to open in three seconds." Wendy said, staring at the screen, "Listen to me to count down, Damian, press the button on the door, three, two, one!"
Chapter completed!