"Wendy's hallucinations are not all hallucinations." Damian said quickly, "A large part is true, but it is the truth that only she can see."

Jason nodded: "Yeah."

"...You just give me this kind of reaction?" Damian couldn't believe it.

Jason said: "I probably guessed it a little bit."

"What?"

"I kind of guessed that her feelings were not entirely hallucinations," Jason said, "but I can't give any clear evidence to prove that it wasn't hallucinations. Maybe it's just because I trust her. I want to trust her."

Damian felt puzzled: "Wait a minute, Todd, so what you're saying is that you still decided to trust her without any evidence to prove it?"

"It's not that there is no evidence at all." Jason said, "Wendy is not the kind of person who would make a fuss over random hallucinations. She is able to judge whether she is in a hallucination to a certain extent - you should The League of Assassins has received drug training, and there is still a significant difference between hallucination and reality. Most people cannot tell it because their senses are dull and they are stupid."

Damian nodded: "I can't refute it. I also believe that Wendy has this ability."

"But Wendy really can't tell the difference. If she just can't distinguish the hallucination, we can also consider whether her physique is relatively special. Her intelligence and perception will be reduced during the hallucination," Jason said, "But She had two hallucinations. It was weird. One hallucination she could distinguish, and one hallucination she couldn't."

Damian's eyes widened.

This is completely new news!

He had never heard of this before!

"In the hallucination that can be distinguished, even if she is troubled by the hallucination, she can pretend that nothing happened to her. The second kind of hallucination is different, this kind of hallucination that cannot be distinguished - is it an hallucination or not? Still doubtful, but when the second hallucination troubled her, Wendy was almost..."

Jason paused for a while, and it seemed from his expression that he was reluctant to continue speaking, but in the end he reluctantly uttered the word: "...half-crazy."

Damian's acceptance of this is much better. It's better to say that this is the way Wendy is in his mind.

No matter how calm and rational she behaves, he can still feel the hidden madness in her, as if he has a radar to detect such states.

Now he knew why, but the explanation did not bring Damian any comfort.

"And my father's behavior is also very strange." Jason said, "The two hallucinations are obviously unusual, but my father - he completely denies this. He does not admit that Wendy has two hallucinations."

This was another anomaly, Damian thought, completely inconsistent with his father's style of dealing with things.

"When did you find out about this?" he asked, mentally debating whether he should improve his opinion of Todd.

The second Robin was not as good at intelligence gathering and reasoning as he thought, but he couldn't tell. After all, Todd and Wendy had known each other for many years, and he should know Wendy better.

As for why he didn't ask Dick... there wasn't much reason.

Dick and Wendy had been together for too long, and Dick and Wendy had an intimate relationship that lasted for a long time. Damian did not expect to hear relatively fair words from Dick.

"Just when I was resurrected," Jason said, "I've had this suspicion for a long time, but I never said it - it can't be said with the old man, but with Dick? Forget it. As for Tim, our relationship is still good.

He's not good enough to say these things, although I'm sure he also cares about Wendy."

After much deliberation, in the end, Damian was actually the most suitable person to say these words.

It’s really something that no one expected.

"I understand." Damian stopped lingering after he figured out the cause and effect of the matter, "Then I'm going, Todd, you'd better not continue to use these safe houses."

He smoothly reported a series of addresses, which was the end of tonight's conversation.

Before leaving, Damian looked back. Jason leaned against the bookshelf, pulled out a book and placed it in front of him. He studied the contents of the book in the moonlight, his expression focused on it, as if he had been immersed in the story.

among.

That book seems quite important.

But it was enough for him to understand what was going on. He didn't want to hear more stories.

There were too many emotions in these stories, so Damian didn't look closely at what the names were in the book.

He returned to his room in the dark of night, with the moonlight covering his shoulders all the way. The road was reflected as if it had fallen snow, the cool breeze was refreshing, and the light mist made everything he saw glow with water, as if he was walking in drizzle.

middle.

This city is still so beautiful.

Horror is beautiful, madness is beautiful, pain is beautiful. Just for this beauty, it seems that everything else is worthy of forgiveness.

Damian looked out the window, closed the window, and drew the curtains.

He didn't think about what to do next, but by now, his impatience was of no use. Compared with other people in the family, he also had a very strong advantage. He could contact the man who called himself Leonardo

s things.

Damian no longer intends to think about Leonardo's true face. Those nightmares did not scare him, but they made him clearly aware of the weirdness and chaos of another century. He has no interest in the weird and chaotic world...

…This gift is more like a curse.

As long as it didn't involve Wendy, he made up his mind not to look for Leonardo.

However, hiding this matter was much harder than Damian imagined.

It was enough for him to deal with Dick's casual temptations during training, but Damian did quite well. What really bothered him was that the eyes his father occasionally cast were full of oppression.

At the moment, Dick is just suspicious that he is no longer making noises about going on missions, but his father seems to have some kind of evidence and knows what little tricks he has been up to recently.

Damian didn't know how much evidence his father had, and how much of his little moves he knew.

Usually this kind of game with his father would arouse all his competitiveness. God knows how much Damian likes such small activities. It is almost a game between him and his father - but no, this time it is not a game.

, this is no longer a question of desire to win and winning or losing.

"Damian," Bruce said, "I noticed that you haven't been on night patrol lately."

"I remember my punishment period is not over yet, father." Damian replied.

"At least being grounded is not a punishment, Damian, and banning you from wearing Robin's uniform is not a punishment. I don't think you are ready yet." Bruce shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry that you will do it.

Seen as a punishment.”

Damian curled his lips, but still replied: "Yes, father."

"You've been very busy recently. What's the result of the investigation?"

"..."

Damian didn't expect his father to ask so directly. He raised his head and glanced around. Tim was resting upstairs, and Dick was leaning on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. This corner seemed to be a safe and private place to talk.

"Wendy is no longer in this world." Damian decided to spread the news bit by bit. After saying this, he carefully observed his father's reaction. Seeing that Bruce's expression did not change at all, he added, "

She went to a parallel world."

This time Bruce responded. He nodded lightly and said, "Very good, what else?"

"It is difficult to find out what means Wendy used to achieve this. If conventional means are used, it is impossible for the huge energy not to leave traces. However, during the previous investigation process, it has been determined that nothing like this has occurred in recent years.

Energy fluctuations of sufficient intensity." Damian said, "And Wendy will not have the opportunity to come into contact with those devices, unless..."

Having said that, Damian really hesitated for a moment.

This thing suddenly popped up in his mind. Tony Stark, whose behavior was so arrogant that it was unbearable, seemed to be Wendy's mentor?

He is not a mentor in superheroes. Neither Wendy nor the people around Wendy have any intention of making Wendy a superhero. Tony is more of a mentor to Wendy in various advanced technologies. It is said that he teaches her a lot.

Wendy has a bunch of messy and absolutely illegal methods.

Tony taught Wendy how to use and make a lot of weapons, and even gave Wendy access to some of the outer armor, allowing her to research more powerful weapons than the most powerful ones.

It is a conservative estimate that Wendy's level is ranked among the best in the world. It is still difficult to invade the Batcomputer, but it is no problem to be in an uninhabited land in the government system.

This is just a rough guess, because the embarrassing fact is that they can only get a vague glimpse of Wendy's strength from the various evaluations and reports sent by Tony.

Unlike them who are accustomed to trusting their own intelligence more, Wendy rarely uses her mind, or in other words, Wendy basically only uses her mind to get someone when she is interested in them... other times, Wendy

I prefer to settle the matter by swiping my card.

Anyway, her card will never stop.

"Stark? No, he won't do such a thing. He is willing to laugh at us after Wendy really succeeds in reaching another world, but he will never really help with his own hands," Bruce said.

He still seemed confident, but Damian could see his father's true state of mind at this moment. His father was restless at the moment, furious because he was irritable, on the verge of losing control and insecure, but all his emotions were hidden out of sight.

Damian's ability to interpret these is based on experience.

It seems that he learned something from his interaction with Wendy.

At least he can use the skills of reading Wendy's emotions to interpret his father's emotions. Sometimes the father and daughter are so similar.

Damian suddenly said: "I met her not long ago."

"who?"

"It's not Wendy. It's another Wendy."

"..."

"I couldn't see Wendy. The other Wendy said that Wendy didn't want to come out." Damian said calmly, "If it were you standing in front of me, would Wendy be willing to come out to see you?"

Bruce said, "She won't."

He actually smiled. Although everyone could see that there was absolutely no positive emotion in this smile, it was a calm smile after all. He said: "I am very interested in how you met her.

.Who did you meet?”

"It says it's called..."

"You don't have to say it," Bruce said. "I believe he gave you a little gift to show that he-"

As if to further conceal his emotions, Bruce's smile became more sincere: "——Friendly."

Damian nodded.
Chapter completed!