No matter how you treat Wendy, it seems like everything is wrong.

Bruce had worries before welcoming Wendy's birth, but he didn't have the ability to predict, so he didn't know that his daughter would be so troublesome.

Even now that he has had many sons one after another, Wendy is still the one that causes him the most worry and headache.

She has been missing for more than half a year. Frankly speaking, Bruce is not worried about Wendy's personal safety. He knows very well that his daughter has never been stupid or weak. She can make arrangements for her wherever she goes in the world.

Oneself, the person who makes one's life go smoothly.

Even if she can't arrange it well, she can still find someone to arrange it for her.

Bruce is more worried about other things... He is more worried about whether Wendy's psychology is stable enough.

In the past, Wendy's smallest happiness would make him feel comfortable, but ever since Wendy experienced the second kidnapping and ever since she was alone with the clown, excessive laughing gas has corroded her spirit.

Perhaps the clown's remarks also corroded her heart.

He tried to drag his little daughter back from the cliff of the abyss, but Wendy's smile was gentle and distant, and he could no longer enter her heart.

There was no chance at all, Bruce knew it.

Wendy was always looking forward to explanations and comfort from her father, always waiting for the secret that she did not wait for. She gave her father the utmost patience and tolerance. She ran away from home again and again and gave him time and time again.

Chance, it's just that whenever Bruce sees Wendy's smile, that look is like a giant hand grabbing his throat, preventing him from saying a word.

He slowly closed the photo album and put it neatly into the drawer.

Next time, he made a promise that he himself couldn't believe, waiting for him to find Wendy, waiting for Wendy to come back...

"...This is what I want to tell you." Dick said, two clear water marks fell on his cheeks, "I will find an opportunity to tell Jason later."

Tim had to grab his clothes with all his strength to control his expression.

"So what you just meant is," his voice sounded quite calm, and Tim felt as if he had become another person at this moment, listening to his body speak indifferently, "The clown was killed by Wendy.

...and got admitted to the intensive care unit?”

"All I can say is that's not Bruce's style," Dick said.

"Did only you and Bruce know about this?"

"That's right." Dick nodded heavily, "Only Bruce and I know that Alfred may have realized that something was wrong with Wendy, but he probably didn't think much of it. He only thought that Wendy was acting out because she was kidnapped.

abnormal."

Tim raised doubts: "But not long after she was kidnapped, Wendy went back to ballet school."

"She insisted on going back to class after taking a break for half a semester. She said she wanted to leave Gotham for a while, and her psychiatrist also agreed to let her return to her familiar environment..." Dick smiled bitterly.

Wendy was born in Gotham, and Wendy is their family, but the environment she is most familiar with is not Gotham and home, nor is she around her father and brother.

There's nothing more ironic than this.

"Maybe it's not your place to tell Jason this," Tim said after hesitating for a while, "Maybe it's better for me to talk to him, after all, you just had a big fight."

Dick said: "Have you forgotten what he did to you when he first came back?"

"That was a unilateral conflict on his part, and the conflict that was transferred from Bruce to me has long since returned to Bruce." Tim said frankly, "As for myself, I have no personal feelings towards Jason.

.”

"Did he apologize to you?"

"No need. Although his reaction was violent, it is also human nature. It makes no sense for him to apologize to me. Bruce should apologize to me." Tim shook his head and nodded again, "And I am also cruel.

I fought back fiercely. This can be regarded as a handshake and peace in another sense."

Dick was in the mood to tease him: "You are really generous."

"I'm not generous." Tim was silent for a moment, "When you left Batman and became Nightwing, I was also investigating and tracking the second generation Robin. He was working very hard to complete his mission and think very hard.

Get rid of the shadow you left. He is also a hero. I don't agree with his character and the way he handles things. I don't quite approve of him, but I respect him."

"You should tell him these words," said Dick, "take away the disapproval and disapproval."

Tim tried to smile: "Forget it, his personality and I don't get along."

"Why not give it a try?" Dick said sadly, "Even for Wendy? You know she likes her second brother very much, even if she never says it."

"..."

"I'm sorry." Dick suddenly remembered that Wendy had been targeting Tim for a long time because of Jason. Perhaps because the atmosphere just now was too warm, he actually forgot about it, "I said the wrong thing."

"Wendy wasn't targeting me for Jason," Tim said, "she was targeting me for her own anger."

Dick was keenly aware of something from Tim's rebuttal.

He was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer the question.

Tim took the initiative and said: "I want to rest."

"Go to sleep." Dick stood up immediately, "What I told you today...don't mention it in front of Bruce. His spirit is already very poor, so there is no need to add any more pressure to him."

He slowly walked out of Tim's room, the dim bedside lamp dragging his back long.

Dick returned to his room, and as soon as he turned on the light, he was startled by the figure squatting on the window sill: "Damian? You're not asleep yet?"

"Tsk, Dick, what did you do just now?"

Damian is wearing Robin's uniform, he is fully armed and ready to go out and perform the mission in the next second.

But Bruce has banned him from participating in Batman's night patrol for more than half a year. During this time, Damian has been unable to do anything except some basic training.

"Talk to Tim." Dick said good-naturedly, "It's time for you to go rest, Damian, you have classes tomorrow."

Damian originally fought for the right not to go to an ordinary school for himself, but he and Wendy didn't get along very well.

The whole family has experienced Damian's disgusting style when he was first brought home, and they all admit that Damian was able to restrain himself from saying bad words to his weak sister who he regarded as "useless".

Great progress has been made, but the whole family also believes that Damian needs more experience getting along with "ordinary people".

Therefore, regardless of Damian's desperate objections, Bruce beat his youngest son and threw him into school.

Damian was filled with resentment, but he had to obey the arrangements of his father who he could not defeat.

"I learned everything they taught me when I was five years old." Damian said disdainfully, "I could get first place even when I was asleep."

"But Bruce has been called by your teacher to talk to you several times. You are much worse than the ordinary, useless weaklings around you." Dick knew what to say to make Damian obey, "How does it feel to be defeated by a weakling?

"

"Shut up! It's all the fault of those teachers who are so stupid!" Damian was furious, "Damn group assignments! Damn mutual aid model! I don't care about the drag!"

"But the rule is that you have to deal with it, and you can't break the rules because you can't beat Bruce." Dick said in a good voice, "Go back to bed, Damian."

"Tsk, tsk, why are you so busy chasing me away? What secrets do you have that you can't let me know?"

"Damian, stop making trouble."

"You are talking about that guy again, right?"

Dick's smile sublimated a bit subconsciously: "...You don't have to participate in this matter, Damian, no one wants you to participate."

"Why? You all have missions, but I don't? I am also a member of this family!"

Dick finally stopped laughing. He leaned against the wall and said, "If you really think you are a member of the family, you shouldn't treat Wendy like that."

Damian looked at him: "Tsk, tsk, I don't think there's anything wrong with my attitude."

"Damian! Wendy is your sister! Even if she is weak..." Dick did not say that Wendy is not weak at all. On the contrary, Wendy is very dangerous, "...you should not be so arrogant in front of her!

"

"I was not arrogant to her. I accepted all the gifts she gave me. She wanted to read me a fairy tale for the mentally retarded and I listened to it. She wanted to give me a good night kiss - this is absolutely not okay! I am not ignorant.

Kid!" Damian snorted with disgust on his face, "What else do you want from me?"

"You just don't reject her very much, but you don't respect her at all. If she doesn't take the initiative to talk to you, you won't speak. You look down on her when she says something, and you have opinions on everything she does." Dick felt very tired.

"You've been in school for so long and you still don't know what's wrong with you?"

Damian said: "Tsk tsk. I don't think there is any fundamental difference between my attitude towards her and your attitude towards her."

Dick paused.

He slowly felt a chill in his body.

"……what did you just say?"

"I don't think there is any essential difference between my attitude towards him and your attitude towards her." Damian said impatiently, "She is very weak, but I have to admit that she is not an idiot who can't handle things. She doesn't

You are angry with me, we get along very normally."

"What?" Damian suddenly reacted and said angrily, "Do you want her and me to act like siblings who love each other?! I tell you, it's impossible!"

"We didn't do anything to her..." Dick suddenly became weak, "Okay, Damian, I'm really tired. If anything happens, let's talk about it later, okay?"

Damian was quiet for a moment, as if trying to discern from Dick's expression whether this was just Dick's perfunctory way of dismissing him.

But Dick's expression was indeed tired, and Damian also knew that Dick had been busy looking for Wendy.

He let out a "tsk" sound and reluctantly jumped off the window sill.

Damian returned to his room. He knew that today's mission was out of the question, so he took off his uniform and put it aside.

Wendy gave him many gifts, most of which were things that Wendy thought were suitable for a little boy of his age. When Wendy went shopping, she would buy him beautiful clothes and other things, ranging from guns to toys.

We have everything from realistic robot figures of various sizes.

Who cares? He even got tired of using it.

Damian doesn't like Wendy.

Too weak, too fragile, too easy to die because of trivial things.

In the Assassin's League, it would only take half a day for someone like Wendy's body to be completely cold.

But when she smiled, it was indeed not without warmth.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: gugugggg, Xu Nian, nono0322, Xingchen 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 47 bottles of Abubububu; 30 bottles of Zhuhuawuye; 23 bottles of No Cross; (^o^) 20 bottles; 14 bottles of Zhizhou; 10 bottles of Yuansou and Xingchen; Yunshenzhi
Chapter completed!