Gotham, Batman stands above a tall building overlooking the city in the thick fog.

His gloomy and terrifying temperament matched the style of the city well. When he appeared with his black cloak, almost no one could be afraid of his cold gaze.

But the desire for crime can still overwhelm this fear.

As long as Batman relaxes his control over Gotham, crimes and terrifying attacks will breed like moss in the dark, and people will live in the shadow of death.

Fortunately, Batman never relaxed his control over Gotham.

His Batmobile always sprints on the streets, his Bat fighter always quietly crosses the dark sky, and people say he knows all the secrets in Gotham, and in his words it seems that Batman is no longer a human being.

But of course he is.

As for what is not human... it happened that someone who is not human was here.

Superman slowly landed behind Batman, walked over again, standing side by side with Batman on the edge of the tall building.

"Speak something about it," Batman said.

Superman said, "How many years have we known each other?"

"What do you want to say?"

"You've hidden us too much, Batman," Superman said. "Some things you hide, we can understand, but there's no need to hide them. I think you can be more honest now that we've all learned about each other's identities."

“…”

Before he could wait for the reply he wanted, Superman said, "Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"No."

Superman shook his head and simply made the words clear: "I already know that you have a biological young son."

“…”

Batman remained silent.

"Do you have anything to say? Don't you intend to deny it or explain it?" Superman asked.

Batman replied: "Keep talking."

"...I just know that you have a young son hidden and didn't tell us." Superman said, keenly realizing something was wrong from Batman's attitude. "Isn't this happening?"

The bat responded with silence.

Superman was confused for a moment, but the person who told him that Bat had a biological son was Diana, and she would never deceive him.

That is to say, Diana's intelligence went wrong?

"I recently found some changes in the Assassin League." Unexpectedly, Batman spoke again. "Talia's actions are a little abnormal, and I'm still investigating."

However, less than half of the investigation, he was caught by the second generation Robin, Jason Todd, who came over to face him with the pseudonym Red Hood.

Now that I think about it, the timing of Jason's resurrection is too coincidental, and the intention of Thalia to bring him back to the Lazarus Pond is also unclear.

Perhaps the resurrected Jason was the plan she used to confuse the horizons to hide the secrets she really wanted to hide.

And that secret...

Superman couldn't help but say, "So it's Talia O'Gur? Your affairs are really messy."

"It's time for you to go back." The bat said coldly.

He shot out the quill, and with this force he jumped downward and disappeared in front of Superman.

Superman looked at Batman's back with laughter and tears, knowing that the other party was busy again.

Should I tell Diana about Batman not knowing that he has a biological son? Superman thought, and decided to talk about it next time he met.

It's dawn.

Wen opened his eyes amid the chirping and clear chirping, rubbing the soft pillow in a daze.

She turned over and her thoughts gradually returned.

...She actually fell asleep?

But it is true that the person with sleep phobia is Wendy, not her, so if she gets less affected by Wendy, then she can fall asleep.

Maybe that's the case, Wen can't say it.

She always felt that Wendy had concealed some very important things about her, but she couldn't recall them herself.

Just as she woke up, Wen was still a little sleepy. She hadn't been sleeping for too long and was reluctant to get up. She rolled on the bed with her legs in a quilt for several times before she reluctantly got up and smoothed her hair backwards.

When did her hair get tied up?

Wen tried to recall, but she was really sleepy last night and couldn't remember what was going on. She only vaguely remembered that she ate the pasta that Natasha cooked for her, took another shower, and then fell asleep on the table.

Maybe Natasha took her back to the room and combed her hair by the way to prevent them from getting knotted from sleeping.

Is Natasha really an agent? Her life is as delicate as Wendy.

Wen jumped out of bed and jumped barefoot on the spot. She was surprised to find that her strength had increased a lot, and her reactions and thinking were faster.

...It seems useless.

She is not a superhero, why should she have such high military value?

"Awaken?" Natasha knocked on the door. "Breakfast is ready, milk with cheese grilled sausage sandwich. I'll cut you bananas and lettuce and mix with salad."

"Come now!" Wen answered loudly.

She happily put on her shoes and rushed into the bathroom, then happily rushed out of the bathroom and sat at the dining table.

Natasha said, “You haven’t even combed your hair.”

Wen Na's fingers smoothed her hair, and the silky soft texture made her feel reluctant to play with her. After playing for a while, she divided her long hair into two strands and tied her sagging ponytails to her cheeks.

Then she raised her head, supported the table with both hands, shook her legs, and looked at Natasha with great anticipation: "Can I eat it?"

Natasha was immediately cute, and she couldn't hide her smile: "For you."

She brought the plate up and placed it in front of Wen, carefully stroking Wen's double ponytails behind her shoulders to avoid the end of her curly hair getting stuck in food.

He said sweetly: "Thank you Nat!"

“I’m in a good mood today?”

"Yes." Wen chewed his finger sandwich with satisfaction, and ate one by one, his cheeks bulging. "I slept very well yesterday!"

Touching the world!

After waking up in this broken body, I fell asleep for the first time!

It turns out that sleeping is so comfortable? Wuwuwuwen is so moved that she almost cried. This fragrant and delicious food! After waking up, the whole world is filled with a layer of soft light filter! This clear and sweet air! This eyes are smiling and motherly staring at her red-haired beauty!

It’s so happy to live!

So happy!

Wen squinted his eyes and ate the breakfast. Natasha brought another plate of fried eggs. Wen happily cut it off. The golden egg liquid flowed out and dipped on the plate, like a soft halo on the canvas. Wen hurriedly ate the fried eggs on the fork, picked up the plate without thinking, licking it with his head buried.

Then she heard an unbearable voice: "So uneducated!"

Wen didn't look up, licking the plate and lifting his eyes to look forward. Wendy sat angrily opposite her, wearing a lilac lady dress, lace gloves of the same color, and holding a lace fan in her hand, trying to fan herself.

The curve of the Wendy shaking fan is also fixed, but the frequency is particularly high.

Natasha was next to her so Wen didn't say anything.

But Wendy knew what Wen was thinking: Are you going to make a TV series?

"This is the standard banquet dress," Wendy said calmly, "this is how we wear it in etiquette classes."

She brushed the floor and closed the folding fan, and the veins on her forehead leaped straight: "Enough! Don't lick it anymore! Cats are more educated than you!"

Put down the plate obediently and licked it clean anyway. She forked the remaining fried eggs and ate them, and asked Natasha again: "Have your mission been completed?"

"Task?" Natasha looked at Wen Xi intently, "There is no task, I'm going to deal with some private matters."

"That's it." Wen ate the fried egg, and she put the plate down, "Then do you have any arrangements today?"

"No."

"Let's go out to play!"

Natasha looked at Wen in surprise for a few seconds: "Wen?"

"Um?"

"Nothing." Natasha said, "I'll go out with you, where do you want to go?"

Wen was still thinking, but Wendy spoke quickly: "Amusement park."

Wen was stunned and looked at Wendy: Do you want to go to the amusement park? Otherwise, let’s exchange the right to use...

"It's useless for me to go." Wendy interrupted Wen roughly, "You go play. Go to the playground."

Wen said to Natasha, "Let's go to the playground!"

Natasha looked at Wen thoughtfully, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, then go to the playground."

While Natasha went to change her clothes, she lowered her voice: "Why do you want to go to the playground, Wendy? The playground does not match your temperament!"
To be continued...