The warm sunshine makes the warm and sleepy.

She sat side by side with Connor, with all her thoughts to say, but after a laugh, she simply forgot everything she wanted to say, and felt that there was nothing to complain about.

There is really nothing to complain about.

Wen hit Connor's lower abdomen with his elbow: "What about me? What happened to you?"

"We've been apart for less than two days," Connor reminded her.

"But I think I've been away from you for two lifetimes." Wen sighed melancholy, "Don't you miss me as much as I miss you?"

Connor smiled and rubbed Wen's hair: "I don't think you're far from me, baby."

Wen curled his lips: "You can say it more affectionately, such as 'No matter how far we are, I can feel our souls close together'."

"Learned!" Connor immediately applauded, "I will answer this next time you ask me!"

Wen pushed him again with anger. This time, Connor poured her down to the side, which scared Wen instead. She hugged Connor without thinking, and Connor quickly stepped forward and hugged Wen back.

He hugged him very tightly.

Wen was a little hurt, but he didn't want to struggle at all.

"—If I say I want to carry you with you in the future," Connor mumbled, "does it sound like a freak with overcontrol?"

Wen gave an absolutely affirmative answer: "Yes."

"I kind of regretted saying this."

"No, I just love to hear you say that." Wen replied, "Of course I won't like you doing this, Connor, never, absolutely not."

"You are not happy at home, but I can't help. I don't like this feeling of helplessness," Connor said. "I don't like you're wronged in places I can't see."

In fact, Wen really didn't feel wronged.

It is one thing to be embarrassed and suffocating, but it is another thing to be wronged. Bruce and the others really welcomed her with all their heart and strength. This is very clear.

I can only say that Bruce is indeed inexperienced and she is not much better.

What makes her most upset is that she has nothing to be upset about.

Even in that almost flirtatious exchange, Wen could clearly realize that Bruce was indeed trying to follow her behavior and get along with her in the way she did.

They treated her very well, and her heart was always separated from them. She couldn't accept this kind of good smoothly and with confidence - this is what made Wen the most unhappy.

"I don't understand what Bruce is thinking." Wen said softly, "He seemed to have no thought of my previous rudeness at all. I attacked him, and he chose to open his arms to greet me."

"I don't think you've attacked him," Connor said. "You have to at least hit him with an iron rod or something, that's what it means to be attacking. I bet he won't be angry even if you really get an iron rod."

Wen began to think seriously about Connor's proposal.

"…You really plan to do this?"

"I don't know what to do now." Wen played with the end of his hair thoughtfully, "Maybe this is a good idea."

Connor: "…"

He burst into laughter again, and stood up while laughing. Wen felt a flash in front of him and something was stuffed in his hand.

"Give it to you," Connor said.

Connor sent Wen back to her room again. Wen estimated the time when Bruce got up, and slept back before going downstairs.

She was thinking about how to establish a good relationship with her family, but after going downstairs, she found the empty living room, and suddenly realized.

Damn! What else are you considering whether to have a good relationship or not?

It’s not easy for these people to come together to appear together!

No matter how you want to have a good relationship with the other party, you have to meet someone. Even if you can't create common memories together, at least you have to have some communication - online communication without seeing your face is also considered, and there must be some interaction.

The situation is now that there is nothing.

A group of superheroes have not counted their secret jobs, but they still have their own identities and jobs on the surface. It is different whether they have done this job seriously or not. Since they have to do it, at least they must ensure that they appear at the necessary moment.

In this way, the members of the Wayne family don’t have much private time. Even though they have moved all their private time to the new "sister" who has joined the family recently...

I'm afraid there's not much left for her.

Wen realized the mood of Wendy when she was staying at home.

It doesn't mean that they don't take you seriously, or that they just think you are incompetent, they just simply that they won't consider your reaction when necessary.

It's like - just like an ordinary person who will let the most trusted person sign the surgery consent form when performing a life-and-death operation, this group of superheroes will not allow people other than their companions to sign the agreement.

If you say they don’t trust you, that’s not the case, but if you say they trust you... To be honest, they may indeed be willing to trust you deep down, but this idea is reflected in reality and the ultimate situation is that it is not likable.

After knowing the truth about the family's "secret", this kind of emotional and rational struggle is understandable.

However, in Wendy's eyes, who was unable to determine what the family's "secret" was...

Your family is really a chaotic situation. I think sincerely that no one can pretend to be innocent, and no one is really innocent in this matter.

When recalling how unreasonable the Wayne family members were, Wen's previous idea of ​​"building a good relationship with them" faded.

After all, Wen knew that he was indeed quite selfish.

She is completely different from Wendy. Wendy will say helplessly, "They are superheroes, what can I do?" When she puts it on her, she will furiously say, "I can't even control my daughters, but I'll care about world peace." In short, I don't want to consider other people at all, I'm just willing to consider myself.

Even with a comparison group like Wendy, Wen doesn't think he is wrong.

Is it wrong for me to love myself more than other strangers?

How could there be any mistake?

Wendy's biggest problem is that she is obviously as crispy as potato chips, but she still has to worry about other people's situation.

She couldn't become selfish and couldn't really tolerate it, so she could only torture herself over and over again.

Stupid, stupid, so stupid that he can't be stupid anymore.

Wen would never be as stupid as Wendy. She knew that she was not a bad person, and she didn't mind helping others when she had the ability, but she just couldn't help others - so she should pay attention to herself, anyway, she always loves herself the most.

With such a simple concept, even if the huge Wayne house is empty, Wen did not feel unhappy at all.

Alfred brought her brunch. Wen finished eating alone at the dining table. The old housekeeper stood behind her not far behind and waited for her to eat. This posture made Wen feel quite uncomfortable.

"Alfred," she whispered, "you can do your own thing, don't watch me eat."

"Sorry, Miss Wen." said the old butler gently.

"…have you eaten, Alfred?"

"I've used the meal very early, Miss Wen."

Wen was even more uncomfortable: "You can call me Wen directly."

Alfred hesitated for a moment: "This..."

Well, Wen understood, it was a very excessive thing to ask the old housekeeper to call her name directly. Although from her perspective, it was impossible to tell what was too much about this - but one thing that was too much or not, ultimately it depends on whether the other party was willing to accept it.

Obviously Alfred was reluctant to call her name directly.

"Miss Wen can do it too." Wen compromised, "I'm just not used to people calling me that, as if I suddenly became different from the past."

Alfred smiled: "Of course you are different from the past, Miss Wen."

"I know." Wen said a little helplessly, "but that's it--a little different from what I thought."

The old housekeeper said: "What's the difference, Miss Wen?"

"I only thought this change of identity was like changing into a beautiful coat. Who was my last name when I was not Wayne, and who was my last name after my last name," said Wen. "But now it seems that this coat has completely covered me."

The old butler raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Who has changed his attitude towards you because of your identity?"

That's not the case.

What changed is not the attitude of others towards her, but her understanding of herself.

"I said stupid things." Wen sighed, "No one's attitude towards me has changed... I didn't tell anyone about my current situation. But I believe they will not change because of my thoughts. They are not like this. I just don't know what to do."

"You don't need to do anything, Miss Wen." Alfred said calmly, "No matter what you look like, the master and the young master will accept you."

The words were very pleasant, but they didn't help her at all.

"Thank you, Alfred." Wen said with a smile.

She paused for a moment, and couldn't give up the idea that was ready to move in her heart, and asked the old butler: "Mr. Wayne, is he still sleeping?"

"Yes, the master hasn't gotten up yet." said the old housekeeper, "Do you need me to wake him up?"

"No, no, no, no," Wen said quickly, "I-I'm finished eating, go upstairs first. Did Tim and Damian go to school?"

"Yes, Miss Wen."

"Where is Dick?"

"Young Master Richard seems to have a date."

Very good, Jason hasn't come back, there are only three people in Wayne's main house now, and Alfred is downstairs, and he can commit the crime.

Wen went upstairs with satisfaction, went back to the room and found the steel bar that Connor found for her, held it in both hands and shook it, familiarizing himself with the feeling.

The steel bar is about half a meter long, the thickness of two fingers, which is obviously violently broken. Connor should have considered her strength. The weight and size of this thing are quite handy. When it waves, it is a good tool to knock on people's heads... Cough.
To be continued...