Bruce looked at the face of Wen chewing beef carefree. Her eyes were lively and bright, and when she squinted her eyes contentedly, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

It is difficult to see from external manifestations that she has extremely serious psychological problems - of course she also has quite serious physical problems, but these physical problems are essentially born from psychological problems.

The causes of highly allergic constitutions are complex. In addition to being born with weak constitutions, "feeling strong psychological pressure all the time in daily life", "highly nervous emotions", and "anti-depressant drugs" are also important reasons.

Natasha didn't say much, but every sentence hit the nail on the head.

It also allows Bruce to observe and understand Wen from a completely new perspective, understand her ideas, understand her thinking patterns, and understand the causes of her personality.

Wen chewed and began to look at Bruce with condemnation: "It's delicious! So who in the end did you eat something delicious secretly without hiding it? I was awakened by hunger!"

"It was you who slept very well that we didn't wake you up." Bruce smiled helplessly, "If you want to eat, come in."

He moved away from his body, and Wen immediately nimblely slipped into the room through the widening gap, pulling Connor to sit in her familiar position.

"When did you get along so well?" she asked Connor quietly, "And when are you not afraid of him anymore? You were careful in front of him before. When I woke up, you were cooking together?"

She suspected that she was still in a dream, but her past dreams were not like this style at all!

All the dreams of the past...all the dreams of the past are very painful.

No, Wen Gang denied it himself when he came to this conclusion.

There was pain in the dreams of the past, but it was never completely pain.

She could also clearly feel that she was wrapped in love when she was dreaming.

But those loves are also full of lies, deception and concealment, and these things make love look like it is covered with a layer of tulle, shadowy and very unreal.

"I talked to him," Connor said vaguely, "and that's it. To be honest, I didn't understand how things went to this point, and I thought my relationship with Bruce would always be-"

He did not find the right words, but his frequent nodding and his increasingly smiling expression from Bruce not far away also made him clearly know that he did not need to use any words to describe this subtle situation.

So he gave up and continued to say it, using a slight shrug as the ending.

Wen nodded, then reached out and grabbed the beef from Connor's plate and took a big bite.

Her tongue was immediately surrounded by a strong gravy, and the sweet and spicy flavors merged together, like a couple dancing on the taste buds.

Wen was not sure how much labor Blues had put into this dish, but after trying it this way, she knew that Blues was definitely not just a starting point: the style of this dish is safe and different from Connor's style.

When Connor cooks, he pays more attention to how to stimulate the fragrance of the ingredients themselves. He always rarely adds seasonings... Of course, his control over the heat is indeed extremely exquisite.

The semi-Kryptonian's senses as sensitive as a microscope made him reach the pinnacle in this regard.

Wen believed that even if he only gave Connor a little salt, he could make food that was so fresh that he wanted to chew and swallow it with his tongue.

"I make most of this dish," Bruce said with a smile. "I rarely cook. My dear, I am just good at baking food. How does it taste?"

"It's delicious." Wen took the time to answer the question from his busy schedule of chewing and tasting. "You cook so delicious!"

"I think 'actually' is a redundant word, my dear," said Bruce.

Wen's eating action paused for a moment. She glanced at the smiling Bruce, silently swallowing the words she wanted to say with the beef.

Seeing that the food on these plates was obviously not moving much, she thought it hadn't happened, whether Connor and Bruce were planning to eat together after she got up, or if they just didn't have time to eat it first.

Connor was the first to join the ranks of eating with Wen. He squeezed to Wen and shared it with Wen with Wen with his fingers.

Bruce stood not far away for a few seconds, and saw Connor and Wen really eating without distraction, so he also sat down.

"Where is Damian?" Wen asked while eating, but he was careful to speak when he didn't have anything in his mouth. "Have he got up? We are carrying him to eat delicious food?"

The answer is Connor: "Damian is writing a review."

"Write, write a review..." Wen was stunned.

She really didn't expect Bruce to use this method to punish Damian. In fact, she didn't even understand why Bruce punished Damian. Didn't she just drive a Batmobile? Damian was born and killed by Robin at such a young age. It's just a big deal to drive a Batmobile?

Bruce's criterion for judging "wrong" and "correct" is really confusing.

"Don't worry, you don't have to write a review." Bruce said to Wen.

"If you ask me to write, I won't write." Wen replied coldly, "I won't write either. I'm like you, I never review what I have done. I don't like to review the meaning behind this matter. I don't like to abide by such 'rules'. Especially, this rule is not on the surface at all, but an unspoken rule."

After saying this, she stopped saying more, and Bruce did not expect that her words could trigger such a long list of responses.

He thought about Wen, lowered his head and ate quietly.

Connor, who had no speech at all but was innocently implicated in this strange atmosphere: "..."

Gentle Bruce really thinks he doesn't exist at all, right?

Forget it, think about it optimistically. It is the best situation when he does not exist. If he is implicated in the family war of the Bat Family, then the situation will really not be able to cry. It is already one of the most ideal ways to deal with it.

And Wen didn't really ignore him. She wouldn't forget to feed him another bite of beef.

It is just those intimate conversations that look closely and exhale hot air on the ears, and the intimate movements that make your skin close to the skin are gone.

Connor felt a little wronged.

However, he adjusted his emotions quite quickly. To be honest, he had long been used to various emergencies due to Wen's birth.

And this time Wen took the initiative to clean up the plate, although she only helped to get the portion she and Connor shared.

Connor glanced at Bruce, who was still smiling across the street.

He shook his head with his fate, took all the things in Wen's hand, and then folded Bruce's plate on it: "I'll give it down."

After he left, only Bruce and Wen were left in the study.

And the lingering aroma of the mixture of cheese and beef.

"Wen." Bruce called softly and softly, "Why are you angry again?"

"I'm not angry," said Wen. "I'm annoyed because you have a set of rules that I don't understand. Why do you have to be superheroes? Isn't it okay to protect the city and protect world peace in another way?"

There are so many ways to help others in this world, and there are so many ways to realize self-worth, but whether it is Bruce, Jason, Tim, or Dick... they all chose the most painful way.

And Jason, Tim, and Dick's choices are all because of Bruce's choices.

Superhero.

Why can this secret identity make Bruce so sacrificed his life, abandon everything, so addicted and addicted?

Wen felt that she could never understand, and this kind of thinking barrier was so clear that she could not ignore it.

Maybe she didn't want to ignore it. She had ignored too many things to protect her happiness, and she could not ignore more, otherwise happiness would be nothing more.

What exactly is fascinating about superheroes?

Connor gave up easily, and there were many people with superpowers who did not become superheroes, but tried hard to integrate into ordinary people and become members of them.

"We will be the benchmark. This is the essence of Batman. I am not completely pursuing the victory of justice, pursuing justice and peace itself." Bruce did not remain silent for too long. He almost immediately gave his answer, "What I pursue is to tell everyone in Gotham that even if justice does not necessarily win, we still pursue justice. Even if justice and peace can never exist for a long time, or both do not exist at all, we still pursue justice and peace."

"What about you?" Wen asked, "What about after the benchmark?"

"I don't matter." Bruce said calmly.

But as soon as he said that he realized that he shouldn't say that, because if he himself was not important, what about all the people who had connections with him?

If Bruce Wayne is not important, only Batman is important, then he will not participate in Batman's career at all, and he will not even know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and he is only connected with Bruce Wayne?

Wen nodded calmly and said, "This is the answer to the question we have always wanted to ask but have never asked."

She glanced at her side, but did not see Wendy.

I knew that Wendy would not appear in this situation. Wendy didn't want to face these things. The smarter and more sensitive she was to realize the facts, the more she was reluctant to face them.

It doesn't matter. Wendy can not face it. Wendy can retreat and escape, and Wendy can pretend that it does not exist, pretend that it cannot see or hear it.

But she can't.

Wen looked at Bruce and said, "I don't matter."

“…”

This is the reason for all indulgence, all indulgence, and all silence? Because in reason, it is clear that Wendy is not important, and clearly that Wendy is destined to be excluded, so she is given more tolerance and more forgiveness.

The dream that Wen did not expect the specific details suddenly became clear. She suddenly realized what the dream was about. No, it was not just the dream before she woke up, but all her dreams were actually telling the same thing and feeling the same emotion.

Originally, home should be a warm place. We should feel complete love and tolerance, complete understanding and encouragement at home.

At the very least, home should be a place where people can relax and have a good rest.

Or the most basic thing is that home makes people not afraid of being abandoned, home is an anchor and belonging.

But every dream tells the same thing.

Home is cold, home is confusing love, home is unable to understand the other person and is not understood, home is false encouragement and comfort, home is never relaxed and is highly nervous, and home is unable to sleep and cannot fall asleep.

Home is where she was abandoned.

"Please don't say that." Bruce looked at Wen's eyes sincerely, "Please don't draw this conclusion. It's not important that I am not you, I am not important, so you are more important. Batman's mission is to ensure your safety and stability. You don't know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, not because you don't matter, but because you are not suitable..."

He paused for a moment, feeling difficult to explain in Wen's eyes.

He had no choice but to say, "I'm sorry."

Wen looked at him for a while and slowly replied: "Why do you want to apologize? This is not your fault. You are not him either."

"But I want to be your father, not a ‘a substitute I barely find after leaving my world,’ but a ‘your father’, a full, true father.” Bruce said, “I have to bear your anger towards your father. I am not him, but I want to be him, including the mistakes he has made in the past.”

Wen turned his head and looked at him.

"Actually, I never regarded you as him. Although you look and experience, you are not the same person at all, and many details explain this. And you know? He can't cook," said Wen. "He has fried the kitchen."

"That seems like I'm more perfect than him."

Wen hugged his chest with his hands and made a somewhat perfunctory answer: "Yeah—"

"how?"

"He is colder than you, he speaks less, and his expression is colder," said Wen. "He never talks to me, and I feel that he is the same with my brothers... but you will talk to us, and you are proactive."

"Isn't this good?" Bruce smiled.

Sure enough, he had a subtle but not small gap with Bruce in another world. He smiled more and was softer than Wendy's father.

It is obvious that their experiences are almost the same.

"It's great." Wen replied, showing a smile, "It's not very good, it's very good."
Chapter completed!