Win Wayne

How to treat Wendy seems to be wrong.

Bruce also 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 is never stupid or weak. She can arrange for her to go to any corner of the world. yourself, the one who makes your life go your way.

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

Bruce was more worried about other things... What he was more worried about was whether Wendy's psychology was stable enough.

Wendy's slightest happiness used to make him feel at ease, but ever since Wendy experienced the second kidnapping, ever since she was alone with the clown, excessive laughing gas has corroded her spirit.

Perhaps the clown's remarks also corrupted her heart.

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

It's not that there is no chance at all, Bruce knows it well.

Wendy was always looking forward to the explanation and comfort from her father, and was always waiting for the secret she didn't get.She gave him the utmost patience and tolerance to his father, she ran away from home again and again, and gave him opportunities again and again, but whenever Bruce saw Wendy's smile, that look was like a giant Hands strangled his throat, preventing him from uttering a word.

He slowly closed the photo album and put it in the drawer properly.

next time.He said promises that he couldn't believe, waiting for him to find Wendy, and waiting for Wendy to come back...

"...that's what I want to tell you." Dick said, with two clear water marks on his cheeks, "I'll find a chance to tell Jason later."

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

"So what you meant to say," his voice still sounded calm, and Tim felt like he had become another person at the moment, listening to his body indifferently, "The clown was killed by Wendy. ...into the intensive care unit?"

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

"Has this been known to only you and Bruce?"

"That's right." Dick nodded heavily, "Only Bruce and I know that Aff may have realized that something is wrong with Wendy's state, but he probably didn't think too much about it. abnormal."

Tim raised doubts: "But not long after being kidnapped, Wendy went back to the 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 wryly.

Wendy was born in Gotham, and Wendy is their family, but the environment she is most familiar with is not Gotham and home, not by her father and brother.

There is nothing more ironic than this.

"Maybe you shouldn't have told Jason about this," Tim said after hesitating for a moment. "Maybe it's better for me to talk to him, after all, you just had a big fight."

Dick said, "Did you forget what he did to you when he first came back?"

"That was his one-sided contradiction, and this contradiction that was transferred from Bruce to me has long since returned to Bruce." Tim said frankly, "As for myself, I have no personal feelings for Jason. .”

"Did he apologize to you?"

"No, his reaction is fierce, but it's also human. It's really unreasonable to ask him to apologize to me. Bruce should apologize to me." Tim shook his head and nodded again, "And I'm also ruthless. I fought back fiercely. This can be regarded as a handshake 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 of Robin. Get rid of the shadow you left behind. He is also a hero. I don’t agree with his character and the way he does things. I don’t approve of him, but I respect him.”

"You should tell him those words," Dick said, "and take out the disapproval and disapproval."

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

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

"..."

"Sorry." Dick suddenly remembered that Wendy had targeted Tim for a long time because of Jason. Perhaps the atmosphere was too warm just now, so he actually forgot about it. "I said something wrong."

"Wendy's not targeting me for Jason," Tim said, "She's targeting me for her own anger."

Dick keenly sensed something in Tim's rebuttal.

He froze for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Tim offered, "I'm going to rest."

"Go to sleep." Dick got up immediately, "What I told you today...don't mention it in front of Bruce. His spirit is already very bad, so don't put more pressure on him."

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

Dick returned to his room, and just as he turned on the light, he was startled by the figure squatting on the window sill: "Damian? Are you still awake?"

"Tsk tsk, Dick, what were you doing just now?"

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

But Bruce banned him from participating in Batman's night watch for more than half a year. During this time, Damian couldn't do anything except some basic training.

"Talk to Tim." Dick said good-naturedly, "You should go to rest, Damian, you have class tomorrow."

Originally, Damian had won the right not to go to ordinary schools for himself, but he and Wendy got along very badly.

The whole family has experienced Damian's dog-hate style when he was first brought home, and they all admit that Damian can refrain from swearing at this "useless" weak sister in his eyes, Great progress has been made, but the family also agrees that Damian needs more experience with "normal people".

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

Damian is full of resentment, but he has to obey the arrangement of this father he cannot defeat.

"I learned what they taught me when I was five years old." Damian said disdainfully, "I can get No.1 even when I fall asleep."

"But Bruce has been called over by your teacher several times to talk, you are much inferior to those ordinary, useless weaklings around you." Dick knew how to make Damian obedient, "How does it feel to be defeated by weaklings? "

"Shut up! It's all the teacher's stupid fault!" Damian was furious, "Damn group work! Damn mutual assistance mode! I don't care about those drags!"

"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 nicely, "Go back to sleep, Damian."

"Tsk tsk, why are you driving me away in such a hurry? What secret do you have that you can't let me know?"

"Damian, stop messing around."

"You're talking about that guy again, aren't you?"

Dick's smile subconsciously restrained a bit: "...you don't need to participate in this matter, Damian, no one asked you to participate."

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

Finally, Dick couldn't laugh at all. He leaned against the wall and said, "If you really think you are part of the family, you shouldn't treat Wendy that way."

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

"Damian! Wendy is your older sister! Even though she's weak..." Dick didn't say that Wendy wasn't weak at all, on the contrary, Wendy was very dangerous, "...you shouldn't be so arrogant in front of her! "

"I'm not being cynical about her. I've taken everything she's given me, she's tried to read me retarded fairy tales, she's wanted to give me a good night kiss - no way! I'm not ignorant Children!" Damian snorted coldly 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. If she says something, you look down on her face. You have opinions on what she does." Dick was 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's 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 weak, but I have to admit that she is not an incomprehensible idiot. She has no Get mad at me, we get along so normal."

"What?" Damian said angrily as if he had come to his senses suddenly, "Do you want her and me to act as siblings who love each other?! Let me tell you, it's impossible!"

"We didn't treat her..." Dick suddenly became weak, "Okay, Damian, I'm really tired. What's the matter, can we talk about it later?"

Damian was silent for a brief moment, as if trying to tell from Dick's expression if this was just a perfunctory Dick was using to dismiss him.

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

With a "tsk", he reluctantly jumped off the window sill.

Damian went back to his room. Knowing that today's mission was useless again, he took off his uniform and put it aside.

Wendy sent him a lot of presents, most of which Wendy thought were suitable for a little boy his age. Wendy would add beautiful clothes for him when he was shopping, and other things, from gun toys to all kinds of things. There are robot realistic figures in various sizes.

Who cares, he is tired of using the real thing.

Damian doesn't like Wendy.

Too weak, too fragile, too easy to die from any little thing.

In the League of Assassins, it only takes half a day for someone like Wendy's body to cool down completely.

But when she smiled, it wasn't without warmth.