Wendy was very disappointed: "You cheapskate. What does it matter if you let me drive it? I won't crash it for you."

She observed Batman's expression, and perhaps realized that her request would not be met from the other's unwavering expression. Wendy finally walked around the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Wen seized the opportunity to squeeze in and tiptoed to the back seat.

In fact, she could pass through the car door in her dream if she wanted to, but the visual effect of going directly through it was too strange, so Wen would rather make things a little more troublesome.

The closed car doors blocked out the noisy rain.

There was silence in the car.

Batman's fingers on the steering wheel were steady, and he stared out the front window expressionlessly. The rain was falling so hard that the visibility outside the window might only be three or four meters away. Even if you don't take into account how dangerous Gotham is in the middle of the night,

According to Wendy's driving speed in such a violent rainstorm...it can only be said that nothing happened and she was very lucky.

Wen was sitting in the back seat, so bored that he wanted to sing again.

It was Wendy who broke the silence. She turned around and asked Batman: "Am I sitting in Robin's seat now?"

"yes."

"Have you ever considered that Robin's job as an assistant is a form of child labor?"

Wen knew it was impossible for them to have no conversation along the way, and she collapsed in the back seat laughing at this question full of black humor.

As expected of Wendy, a genius of logic!

Batman replied coolly: "I didn't pay Robin."

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She was confused.

Damn it, Wendy is such a logic geek, what's wrong with you, Batman? Why do you have such a dark sense of humor?

And you actually picked up the meme! Damn it, you just picked up the meme, why did you do it so naturally!

Wendy was also amused. The passenger seat was very spacious for her petite body. She took off her shoes, leaned sideways on the passenger seat, and pulled up her fluffy long skirt to cover her feet - her feet were already

Red from the cold.

After sitting comfortably, she began to untie the bun on the back of her head. First, she removed the headdress fixed on her black hair, then took off the invisible hairpin and placed it on the dashboard.

They were all dripping wet, but Batman didn't seem to mind that his Batmobile was getting dirty.

He raised the temperature in the car and took out a towel from nowhere and handed it to Wendy.

"Thank you." Wendy said, taking it and wiping her long hair.

Batman gave her another blanket. This time Wen saw where he took the things out. There were several hidden compartments on his side, probably containing a lot of weapons and necessary supplies.

"Does the temperature need to be higher?" Batman asked her.

"You don't feel hot anymore?" Wendy asked lazily.

Batman said no more.

Wendy's hair was not completely soaked. Her hair was thick and she probably sprayed a lot of styling spray after styling it. She only wetted the outermost layer, but the inside was still dry. She just wiped it off for a while.

Then drip water down.

Wendy returned the used towel to Batman, who silently took it and put it back in the secret compartment.

"..."

"..."

What's going on, Wen thought.

The atmosphere was actually a little weird, and it was hard to describe the warmth. When Wen had this idea in his heart, he was almost frightened by his own thoughts. If nothing else, Wendy was completely consistent with the word "warmth".

Not related, Batman is the opposite of "warmth", how could it be so warm?

But that was the fact, and she couldn't bear to deny it. Warmth was warmth, and this was a fact rather than a description - Wen began to feel embarrassed.

Damn this familiar embarrassment.

Wendy fiddled with the ends of her hair and stared at her skirt in a daze.

"This is so weird," she said. "Has anyone ever told you that you're scary, Batman?"

"..."

"But I don't feel that you are scary at all." Wendy said in confusion, "Is it because you have saved me several times?"

"..."

Wendy loosened her hair, stretched out her hand, and carefully pulled Batman's cape with two fingers.

Damn why is this action so girlish?

Wen felt suffocated. She wanted to rush over and shake Wendy's shoulders, shouting in her ear "You should do this to your father instead of Batman"!

Batman finally looked back at Wendy.

He didn't speak, but Wen could clearly feel his confusion, as if he was asking: "What?"

Wendy and Batman looked at each other for a few seconds, then raised their hands to cover their lips and chuckled.

Batman didn't know why, but he didn't make any comment on Wendy's strange behavior, but turned back to look at the front window.

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This is too damn weird.

But...it's actually quite good.

Then Wen heard Wendy say: "You are so cute."

You start again!

I knew you were going to start again!

Wen waited expectantly for Batman's reaction, but Batman's reaction was no reaction.

"I complimented you, Batman. Hey, I complimented you just now." Wendy was unhappy, "You should say, 'I think you're cute too', did you hear that? Humph, there must be no woman with your personality."

like."

Batman said: "Fasten your seat belt."

Wendy opened her eyes wide: "..."

The eldest lady who was always victorious in love had obviously never received such treatment. She was stunned and stared at Batman's profile in shock. After staring at it, she raised an arm to support her chin and spoke in a long voice: "

You have a handsome profile."

Okay, Wendy is persistent. No surprise there.

Wen happily lay on the back of Wendy's chair, excitedly looking forward to how Batman would respond. Things were getting more and more interesting. She absolutely couldn't miss such a happy plot!

But Batman's profile is indeed handsome.

Strange, why is he not only handsome but also a little familiar? Do good-looking people really have something in common? It seems that every handsome person she has ever met can be matched. If you think about it, there are all good-looking people.

What good-looking people have in common is that unattractive people seem to be unattractive and weird...

"..."

Very good. As expected of Batman, he responded with indifference.

But Wendy didn't seem to be expecting Batman's response. She held her chin and her eyes had passed through Batman and drifted far away.

"Don't you even want to know why I ran away from home? It's so strange," Wendy said again, "I feel like you are the kind of person I can trust. Coincidentally, I don't know you at all, and you don't know me at all."

Don't know me. Mystery makes you more attractive. And you are completely out of my life, maybe that's why I feel relaxed in your presence."

"I know you, Miss Wayne, and I know you're smart enough to distinguish between your own feelings and the drawbridge effect," Batman said, "and I've heard a little bit about some of your behavior. Stop doing it.

"

"It's not my fault that I'm popular. I'm just naturally pretty and smart. I'm the center of attention without saying anything or doing anything. Boys and girls alike crave a response from me, and I do occasionally respond.

," Wendy said, "After all, you have to know that if I behave like an emotionless iceman, it will not hinder their desire and enthusiasm at all. Rather, they will be more eager to become

The most special person in my eyes."

"..."

Wendy observed Batman and showed a sly smile like a little fox: "I know you know this very well, because you are the same as me, right?"

Batman was noncommittal.

"Sometimes I can't help myself." Wendy covered her lips and yawned slightly, her voice becoming a little muffled, "They really know how to promise eternal love and how to do nothing.

They were so attentive without knowing it, and like a silly little girl, I easily believed their sweet words. It was me who fell into their trap, not me who seduced any of them."

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What a long-awaited scumbag speech.

You are confusing right and wrong too much, Wendy!

"The worst thing is that they always reveal their true colors after getting me, and they keep asking me to do this and that - not to talk to anyone anymore, not to hang out with anyone anymore, not to smile, not to blink... They
To be continued...