Barry has a bad impression of the city of Gotham, but this is mainly because Batman comes from Gotham, and like many people, Barry will instinctively have a good impression of his friend's hometown.

I just don’t know if they are friends in the Bat’s heart.

It should be counted. Barry thought uncertainly in his heart that Batman is not a cold-blooded animal without feelings. They have had so many years of friendship. Although Bats never say it, they must be friends, right?

The bat even brings him donuts!

Have bats ever given temperate donuts?

Thinking of this, Barry subconsciously looked down at the girl in his arms. Her head was buried tightly in front of his chest, and her long hair was tied into a refreshing ponytail - Wen rarely dressed up very seriously.

Of course, this does not mean that she usually doesn't have any makeup on her face.

Even if Wen didn't carefully put on makeup and choose clothes, he was more radiant than all the women who attended in full dress.

It was just her performance, again, that showed a strange sense of separation from the feeling she gave people.

Barry was puzzled for a few minutes, but eventually blamed himself for the sense of separation.

It's his fault, and he shouldn't judge people by his appearance.

"We're here." Barry stopped, carefully holding Wen's back and put her down, "Are you okay?"

"It's a little more...than I thought," said Wen.

Her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and her temples were sore, as if a hand was pinching the place and repeatedly tugging. If the mask had not blocked her face, the windbreaker would have effectively protected her skin. Wen had no doubt that she would scream because of the tingling sensation from her skin.

Damn, this feeling of being repeatedly stabbed and pulled by countless needles, going out, stabbed in and pulling out, going out!

It hurts so much!

But compared to the pain, the itching is even more uncomfortable. If you don’t have to look at the warmth, you will know that there must be large pieces of silt and small, red and bulging particles on the surface of her skin.

Under her skin, where she couldn't scratch, the itch was as hot as fire.

Wen was so strongly aware of the existence of the "body" for the first time, just like people always feel the violent heartbeat after vigorous exercise, and only after holding their cheeks red, can they feel the heavy lung cavity. This itchyness activates her perception like never before.

It turns out that people can feel blood vessels, as well as fat and muscles that wrap blood vessels...

Wen was full of all kinds of bizarre fantasies.

She couldn't help but think of the air-cushioned wooden comb she placed in the bathroom. The wide wooden boards were arranged in an orderly manner. Combing her hair repeatedly could effectively massage the scalp. If the comb teeth were replaced with steel needles, and then the massage comb of the steel needle repeatedly scratched her skin, letting the comb teeth of different heights penetrate her skin deeply and comb her body like combing her hair, can this itching be relieved?

But if she did this, she would bleed. She would have a lot of blood. She would definitely faint as soon as she saw the blood.

Maybe fainting is the real good idea.

As long as she doesn't faint again after being awakened by the itch.

How did Wendy bear it? It’s impossible that Wendy couldn’t feel this when she was in Gotham, right? She could even hold a party...

She can actually smile?

It's really a pervert for the family.

Barry thought Wen was in a bad mood because he had to return to this familiar city. Wen's answer was also regarded as evidence of his own judgment.

"If you're really uncomfortable, we can first, you know, find a place to rest," he suggested, "you can adjust your mood or something. Then when you're ready, we'll go... to visit your second brother's grave."

When talking about the word "grave sweeping", Barry couldn't help but pinch his fingers guiltily.

Barry also knows a little about the second generation Robin making a comeback after he resurrected and coming back to trouble Batman.

He may be the first person among the members of the Zhenglian League to know about this except Superman and Diana. After all, Barry is a person who can't sit still and likes to run around. Whenever he likes to run around, the news will naturally become well-informed, especially the gossip.

Now Wen is so sad for her second brother who "dead"? Even if Wen's face is hidden in the mask, it is impossible to tell whether he is so sad that he is almost crying. Barry still feels tortured by his conscience.

Otherwise, would he tell her that Jason is still alive?

But in this way, how can I explain to her Jason's resurrection?

That was a resurrection from the dead, not a small matter of healing in a few days after breaking a leg, especially Jason had no strange bloodline and had not received magical teachings. He was a man without superpowers on earth, and his resurrection was full of uncertainty and coincidence.

It took Batman a long time to accept that “the person who comes back from the dead is indeed Jason Todd.”

Barry didn't know how long it would take Wen to accept this fact.

But he knew that Wen would never ignore this abnormality, and the closer she was to the secret of her family, the less safe her life and psychology would be.

"No need to adjust." Wen tried hard to control it, but a trace of trembling was still leaking in his voice, "I can't wait for a second."

What else should I adjust? Wen just wants to leave Gotham and return to New York after scanning the tomb and fulfilling Wendy's wish!

Before in New York, Wen didn’t like this city very much. There were too many people, the sound was too noisy, and the air was too bad, which often made her sensitive nerves react, but Wen was wrong. New York was quite suitable for her...or in other words, compared with Gotham, anywhere is paradise!

"Let's go," Barry said, "just ahead."

"Yeah." Wen said.

She walked forward a few steps and refused Barry's move to follow her: "I'll just go by myself."

"Maybe it's not very safe, I'll be with you." Barry sighed and advised, "And you go to the graves to visit empty-handedly without buying a bouquet of flowers or something?"

“I’m allergic to pollen.”

Barry was stunned: "Then, buy something your second brother likes to eat?"

"My second brother likes junk food," said Wen. "But it doesn't matter. He's dead - buying things for him is useless and will leave traces of someone coming. I'd better not leave too many traces in Gotham."

"Okay." Barry looked at Wen worriedly, "If you need it, Wen..."

Wen Fei interrupted him quickly: "Thank you. Thank you very much."

Barry looked at Wen with sadness in his eyes.

"Please--don't thank me." He said, "I can't do anything for you. Sorry."

Are you superheroes too strict with yourself?

Although living like this is great, it will be very tiring.

"Don't say that," Wen shrugged freely, "Don't impose responsibilities that do not belong to you on your shoulders. Doing so will only make you hypocritical. Take on the responsibilities you should bear, and then talk about other things."

She waved her hand at Barry and trotted as if she was relaxed.

The itchy feeling was too heavy, which made Wen very disappointed. In order to get rid of the itchy feeling, she wanted to run to Wendy's second brother's grave.

However, her back fell into Barry's eyes, and the lively ponytail that was swung and swung undoubtedly had the meaning of a forced smile, which made his nose sore.

This luxurious cemetery is remote and the stele forest is silent. Wen Xiao jogged, occasionally shocking a or two wild cats lying on the side of the road to take a nap.

Wendy hasn't said exactly where the location is.

But Wen had a very strong premonition in her heart. She knew where she should go and where to turn without asking.

Her heartbeat became faster again, and pain surged, like a heavy rain.

She suddenly tripped by something, staggered, and fell on the road with a thump.

temperature:"……"

Her tears were about to burst out!

It hurts so much! It hurts so much that her eyes are getting dark!

Wen Qiang held back his tears and stood up on the ground. Wendy was already standing in front of her second brother's grave, staring at the tombstone silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

At this time, should you step back a little and give Wendy and her second brother some private space?

Even if she stands far or near, she can at least show her attitude.

Wen said, "I won't disturb you from reminiscing about the past, you can talk."

"Obviously, I can't chat with a dead man," Wendy said, with no emotion in her expression, "Even the matter of me coming here is meaningless."

"Isn't the joy of life meaningless!" He smiled warmly, "If everyone comes to this world for a certain meaning, it can only mean that this world is shameful. People are people, and people are not tools."

Wendy raised her eyebrows: "You can sometimes say something that seems to make sense."

"Aren't I really stupid? I just don't care about things you care about at all." Wen said seriously. "To be honest, you are completely unreasonable to me, but because we are in the same body, our senses are common, so I can feel your thoughts. It feels... quite fun."

It is really fun to understand someone who was originally impossible to understand.

Besides, Wendy's experience is very rich, and she is even fun to suffer.

Wendy sat down in front of the grave, and Wen stood a little farther away. In order to prevent her hands from scratching her body, she held her hands tightly together.

Gotham's moisture was very cold, but this coldness made her feel much more comfortable.

A few minutes later, Wen, who could not bear it, said: "Do you have nothing to say to your second brother?"

"No."

Wen felt it was ridiculous: "Then why did you have to come to see him? You can't miss him silently in your heart?"

"Of course you find it troublesome, he is not your second brother," said Wendy. "But he is my second brother, of course I have to come over and see his cemetery with my own eyes."

"He is indeed not my second brother, but he is not your second brother," Wen reminded, "Have you forgotten your own second brother in the parallel world?"

Wendy said: "Shut up."

Wen snorted, and it became quiet.

In the thick fog, her figure stood gracefully, her body stretched straight as if she was about to dance, and the hem of the windbreaker rushed towards her calves.
To be continued...