Tim returned to his room, locked the door, and turned around and saw Damian standing on the windowsill, tilting his chin to glance at him.

This little devil has grown a lot taller, and he can almost look down at Tim when he stands on the windowsill.

"Damian." Tim's hand was placed on the door handle, "What's the matter?"

"What did my father say to you?"

"Something related to Wendy," Tim refused to talk more. "You haven't come home at that time and don't know what's going on at home."

Damian sneered: "Don't forget that she was still at home when I came back. Before meeting my father, my mother also gave me very detailed information. Obviously, I understand everything about the family."

"Then why do you ask me?"

"Data is just information," Damian said. "I don't know what my father thinks of her. I originally thought Wendy was just an optional person at home, but now I have changed my opinion - since the analysis and conclusions were wrong at the beginning, I need to correct this error."

Tim saw from Damian's standing posture that the other party was swearing to stop.

"We talked about Wendy's run away from home in the past," Tim said. "That's all, nothing else."

"I want to know the details."

"Every time Wendy ran away from home in the past, I admitted it like Bruce," Tim said. "Bruce just asked me about this, and asked me what Wendy said to me before she finally left."

"What did she say?"

Now the topic has begun to turn in a weird direction, Tim thought.

Damian has always turned a blind eye to Wendy. When he first arrived home, Wendy took the initiative to talk to him, and he might not have any good face. Later, his temper gradually became much more normal under the education of Bruce and Dick, mainly Dick, and then he began to respond to Wendy with social kindness.

This was the first time Tim remembered that Damien mentioned Wendy calmly and wanted to know Wendy.

Tim said: "Why ask this?"

"Answer my question now, Drake."

"You have to tell me first why you asked."

Damian looked to be wondering if he would beat Tim up and then forced him to answer the question.

Tim tightened his nerves and was ready to escape.

Although he is likely to be unable to escape from Damian's hands, he can at least make a sound to attract the attention of others.

Maybe it was because of the thought that Dick was next door, and Damian didn't take action.

"Everyone is looking for Wendy, it's a family mission," Damian said. "I'm going to participate, too."

"Have you looked for Dick? Didn't Dick tell you?" Tim knew that he could never be Damian's first choice. "Yes, Bruce explicitly forbids you from participating in things related to Wendy... Who told you to have such a bad attitude towards her? Wendy doesn't like you."

"Wandy didn't like me," said Damian. "She just didn't like me and thought I was annoying, just like I didn't like her and thought she was annoying."

Tim felt even more weird.

Damian is not the type that desperately needs to be recognized and loved by people who don't care. He disdains all those who hate him, and it is impossible to refute the undoubted fact that "Wendy doesn't like him" as he does now.

"She just doesn't like you," he said, "just the degree to which she doesn't like you is a little lighter than hate you."

Damian didn't understand why everyone turned a blind eye to the truth of the matter.

"Wandy doesn't like me, let alone hate me. We get along very ordinary." He suppressed his impatiently, "How many times do you need me to say it to understand?"

Tim felt incredible: "It's useless for many times you say it, Damian, what you said is not the truth."

Damian stared at Tim and sneered for a while.

"She hates everyone in the family except me and Alfred," Damian said. "That's the truth."

Tim sighed and decided that Damian was here to make trouble. He put his hand off the door handle and slowly approached Damian: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Silly defeated men." Damian replied, "Continue to turn a blind eye to the real facts. I really don't understand what deceived you. I originally thought you were smart..."

He turned around and jumped off the windowsill, leaving only the unfinished ending sound.

“…it’s just that.”

Damian returned to his room.

Even if he was banned from night patrol, he could not be a good boy who would sleep in the bedroom every night. Bruce rarely cared about him, and when Dick didn't have time to care about him, Damian often stayed at night, did some routine training outside, or investigated the mystery with his partner Joe.

Alfred complained about his behavior, but after learning that Damian was not acting alone, Superman's boy often accompanied him, the old housekeeper finally agreed.

During Damian's days when he was not at home, Alfred was cleaning and tidying his bedroom.

There were fairy tale books given to him by Wendy at the head of the bed. Damian tried to throw them away, but Alfred would always put them back in place again and again, and Damian got used to it in the end; there was a row of mechanical toys standing on the top of the bookshelf, and the details were easily covered with dust and difficult to clean. However, whenever Damian came home, they stood in their original position, like a layer of transparent film outside.

Wendy had given him many gifts, but he didn't like any of them, and had never even opened them.

The fairy tale book was unpacked by Wendy, and the other toys were unpacked by Alfred and found a place to put them. These things that he had no interest were left in his room for many years. In the end, Damian was even used to their existence.

Complete, thorough, never liked.

But I've been used to it for a long time.

Just like he had never liked Wendy, but was also used to Wendy's existence in this family, being useless, but forever occupied the top spotlight of other members without knowing herself.

The education he received since childhood was that weak people were not worthy of living in the world, and powerful people should get everything, but this unbreakable law was completely broken after he returned home.

He had to learn all the "virtues" that he had to have to be Robin, accept the theory that "weak people should not be killed but saved", and admit that he was a "hero".

If this is his only way to replace his father as Batman, who is the object he will never be able to defeat for a long time... Then maybe his idea does make some sense.

Damian worked hard to understand and learn, and indeed understood and learned a little.

But what he couldn't understand the most in the whole family was Wendy.

Everyone else’s perceptions and attitudes about Wendy, Wendy’s place in this family, including Wendy himself –

Damian wants to admit that Wendy's situation is indeed different, her weakness and her illness, the madness she hides in her heart.

It is precisely because her situation is so complicated that her father, Grayson and Drake would carefully describe the words, doubt in this way, and try their best to cover up and pretend. They were very cautious when facing things related to her, but only lacked the most important point.

They all hope Wendy stays safe and normal.

But Wendy himself didn't think so.

Damian walked to the desk and wanted to sit down, but did not do so.

He walked out of the room and walked in the corridor. The breeze blew the curtains of the window and kept rolling. For a moment, Damian thought he had seen Wendy's skirt.

He met Wendy late at night.

She was not very similar to that during the day. Although she was sitting in front of the windowsill and looking out the view, she always sat gracefully on the windowsill with her legs crossed and leaned to one side, and her calves were properly clasped together.

Late at night, she was... crossing her legs with her ankles on her knees, like Todd.

"Hey." she said.

Damian didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Hey, hey, hey, someone is calling you, are you deaf? Damian, the idiot, fell into the cesspool and couldn't get up and swallowed his stomach..."

"Shut up." Damian said angrily, "Don't challenge my patience, Wendy."

Wendy looked at him slightly wide-eyed, as if scared by his words.

Then Damian knew that being scared was just an illusion, because Wendy burst into laughter, and she laughed so hard that she couldn't sit steadily. She put her feet on her knees down and stepped on the ground to stabilize her body.

Damian: "…"

He was a rare moment when he couldn't speak, and looked at Wendy in surprise.

"Are you sick?" he asked cautiously, and decided not to argue with Wendy.

He has a bad temper, but it is not his style to hold a grudge against a person who is too sick to control himself.

"Yes, I'm sick." Wendy yawned and opened her mouth wide. "I didn't sleep until I was sick. I ran out to wander around in the middle of the night. Why are you not sleeping so late? Be careful, children will become dwarfs if they don't sleep enough."

"This kind of thing can't happen to me," Damian said coldly. "It's time for you to go back to your room, and your father will find you."

"He never 'discovered' me. He just pretended not to see it and waited until the day before talking to me."

Wendy grimaced.

Another inexplicable move, Damian decided not to take it seriously.

"Do you like the books and toys I gave you?" Wendy did not give up chatting at all. She was very excited. "I carefully selected them all, and I like them very much."

"Thank you, I don't like it." Damian said coldly.

"I know." Wendy smiled softly, and she didn't stop laughing. "You must want to throw them away, but Alfred wouldn't agree to you. You're quite willing to listen to him because he's old?"

Damian ignored her.

"Hey." Wendy said again.

Damian walked towards his room, and he opened the door, but unexpectedly there was a rushing trot behind him. Wendy chased him, but stopped one step away from him.

She smiled and looked at him, her eyes were lively and her teeth were white.

Damian began to feel something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, thinking in his mind whether he would be responsible for the aftermath if he didn't care.

The answer is totally yes.

So Damian added reluctantly: "Do you want me to do something?"

"Yes." Wendy leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If one day I disappear, you can throw away all the gifts you don't like."

Now Wendy is really gone.

Damian sneered and withdrew his gaze at the windowsill.

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