"...I really didn't expect to solve my big problem in such a short time." Wen licked the ice cream and said, "When I promised Bruce to come to Gotham, I thought it was a prelude to a long tug-of-war. We had to test each other and hesitate for a year and a half before we could move to the last step."

"Oh." Barbara asked with interest, "What is your expected 'last step'?"

"Build a clear relationship." Wen put less than one-third of the ice cream aside, and quickly added, "I mean father-daughter relationship rather than anything else. Don't get me wrong. There's no other relationship."

Barbara raised her eyebrows: "What other relationship can there be?"

Gentle looked at her for a few seconds, and looked at Dick next to Barbara: "Barbara and I are not very familiar with each other. Are you sure she wants to hear me telling the miserable relationship?"

Dick, who had been sitting opposite Wen diagonally, pretending to be deaf and mute, could no longer remain silent: "Okay, okay, wake, I'll say you guys, just be a little more at ease."

Barbara curled her lips: "...I really want to hear what Wen can say. I always feel that Wen is the type that throws down the bomb easily and blows all the listeners upside down."

Dick smiled bitterly, thinking to himself that you really got it right. Isn’t she the type?

But he was really worried that after Wen was happy, he threw out some big information that made him not know what expression he had.

Wen has a lot of criminal record at this point. If you say she doesn't know the impact of these big materials, her performance doesn't look like it; if you say she knows it, she is so confident when she talks about those things.

The kind of heartfelt attitude of "I just say something small that I think you need to know" will not be too much if you use the word "no shame".

Fortunately, Barbara didn't hold on to this matter.

She asked with a smile, "You're not eating your ice cream?"

"Can't eat it anymore." Wen looked at the butter that had melted into a paste with regret. "If you eat it again, you will have diarrhea."

"…ah?" Barbara was stunned. "If you eat it again, you will have diarrhea?"

"Wen's health is not very good, I should have said it." Dick whispered, "but it's the first time I know that she will have diarrhea if she eats too much ice cream."

Barbara looked at Wen with a little more pity: "God."

"Actually, it's okay. The ice cream doesn't suit my taste. It's too sweet, and I don't like cold things," said Wen. "I prefer warm soup without spices and just sprinkle a little salt to enhance the flavor."

She really didn't care much about this matter, so Barbara breathed a sigh of relief and quickly skipped the topic.

This is Gotham's business center, with luxury stores and various club department stores everywhere. After talking to Bruce, Wen finally remembered her agreement with Dick. Although she has no special feelings for Gotham, it is not a loss to go around or not, since she has already agreed with Dick, there is no need for her to go back on her word.

Dick brought Barbara with him, and Barbara's personality was more cheerful and lively than Winn guessed.

Wen was not surprised that he could not say anything.

Barbara and Wendy are completely two types. Apart from being both beautiful and smart, they have nothing in common.

Dick and Barbara prefer to take Wen to see the Gotham landscape, and Wen agreed unstoppablely. They visited Gotham's City Museum, went to the empty abandoned factory area, and witnessed the complex evolution of above-ground and underground traffic in Gotham.

They also visited several of Gotham's most notorious crime-prone neighborhoods.

Before going, Dick and Barbara repeatedly assured Wen: "It's still daytime now, and with us here, there will be no problem."

"I'm fine. I'm not afraid either." Wen's mood was very stable. "In addition, I also know that these streets are famous attractions. The bus will take visitors to a safe perimeter and then return. I checked the travel guide before coming to Gotham. Since the day the tourist route was developed, the tourist casualty rate on this route has been zero."

"Because this is a private place for gangs to solve internal problems," Dick said. "Ordinary tourists passing by will not have any accidents, but may be frightened. After all, no matter how good the cleaner is, he will not be able to cover everything. He will always leave some bloody limbs accidentally..."

However, they had been staring at this place for many days before bringing Wen, and they had specially cleaned it up. Now he and Barbara are there to accompany you, ensuring that everything is foolproof.

In fact, what Wen has seen here was Batman who drove her to see it himself.

It was raining when she saw it, and the whole street was dark. When the Batmobile's headlights were turned in, the cold light made up the dark and terrifying atmosphere. At that time, she was still thinking that it was Gotham, and any street was so gloomy.

But when you look at it during the day, it is just an ordinary one-way street. In addition to being almost invisible to see people, the road surface is cleaner than other places.

After reading these small streets, they went to the commercial area. Dick seemed to be ready to swipe his card and carry his bags, but unfortunately, neither Win nor Barbara were interested in buying things.

In the end, Barbara suggested finding a place to eat, and they found a shop to sit down.

"The Wayne Group's headquarters is nearby," Dick said to Win, "Are you going?"

"Go now?" Wen touched his face, "If I go alone, I can only attract some attention at most. If you take me there..."

When Dick became an adult, he left Gotham and went to Bruhaven to be a policeman. His topic in Gotham faded, and he would not attract the public's attention even if he walked in Gotham, but people from Wayne's group could not recognize Mr. Wayne's oldest adopted son.

If Dick took her to Wayne Group in person, even if he just walked around the group a few times, the group of people in the company would not have been able to pay attention to her.

Rounding is equivalent to publicizing your identity.

It is just a small-scale disclosure, not to the public.

"They will definitely have a lot of speculations. The hottest thing is who your mother is, when you were born, and what impact your existence has on the future of the Wayne Group," Dick smiled, "but it can't reach your ears."

"That's good." Wen said, "Go and have a look."

They walked in less than ten minutes and entered the surrounding area of ​​Wayne Group headquarters. Wen looked up curiously at the camera for a few seconds. Unexpectedly, a green light lit up below the camera. After a "beep", the door opened.

"It seems like Bruce has entered you into the security system," Dick said.

The styles of Wayne Group and Stark Group are not very similar. The interior of Stark Industrial's buildings is sharp, cold and minimalist, with a strong sense of high technology and even a bit unkind. Although for some otaku, tech workers or people who are both, the Stark Group can definitely satisfy their fantasies, but Wen still prefers the style of Wayne Group.

The Wayne Group looks much softer, with clear tones, and decorated green plants are placed in the corners. Large pieces of color-changing glass are used to separate the space, and the long table is also stretched and wavy.

The front desk was a beautiful blonde woman who stared at Dick wholeheartedly from the moment she entered the door.

But when the group of them walked up to her, she stopped looking at Dick and turned to Wen to stare blankly.

"Hello, ma'am," Dick, who was walking in the front, stopped and before he could speak, the front desk stood up hastily, still staring at Wen with all his attention, his expression as dreamy, "Is it that you... are you looking for Mr. Wayne?"

Wen suddenly had some pranks.

She showed a social smile to the front desk, so in the eyes of the front desk, this girl who looked like the president but looked even colder and more careless suddenly bloomed like a flower bud slowly blooming.

When she smiled, the corners of her eyes were raised slightly, making it difficult not to notice her slender, slightly trembling eyelashes. With just a little change in her eyes, she went from being cold to being charming, and even with a kind of romantic and dashing look that looked very much like Mr. Wayne.

The refreshing and fluffy short hair was slimly placed on her forehead, softening her handsome thick eyebrows. But her tough eyebrows, paired with her petite chin and slightly raised nose, made her a little playful, and these playfulnesses kept her charming and charming in a popular category... Even Mr. Wayne, who is loved by everyone, will inevitably make people frown because of doing something extraordinary, but the girl's temperament is very different. She is the type that only makes people laugh and cry when she does something bad.

"I'm here to find him." asked softly, "Is Dad in the company?"

"Mr. Wayne is in the conference room, Miss Wayne," said the front desk immediately, with a suspicious blush on his cheeks, "You can go straight upstairs. So are Mr. Grayson and Miss Gordon."

Bruce actually came to the company? But it seems that he only had one thing for meetings when he came to the company, and he wouldn't even come to the major meetings.

"Then I'll go up and don't call him to tell him." Wen said, "This is a small surprise."

The front desk agreed without hesitation, and seemed to believe in Wen's identity.

In the elevator, Barbara said to Win: "If you smile a few more times, she will put a small note of contact information for you."

"Hmph." Wen curled his lips, "It seems that I have to practice a few more times in front of the mirror, how can I laugh."

Why does her smile always make her spring? Her heart is rippling, and she is also very unhappy? But this kind of smile has become a muscle memory. This rarely happens when she is really happy and laughs. But every time she wants to smile politely... it looks like flirting...

Dick endured it again and again, but still couldn't help it, and whispered in Barbara's ear: "Be careful, Wen seems to be both men and women."

"I can hear you." Wen said coldly.

Barbara was curious: "Do you really like boys and girls?"

"I studied it carefully and it was indeed a bit. But I would rather be with the boy. This is quite embarrassing," Wen sighed. "I found that my father and I are very consistent in their aesthetic tastes of women. We like almost the same type of women. This leads to a little unexpected situation."

"What's the situation?" Barbara asked naively.

"I have an affair with several of my father's exes," Wen said.

The elevator door is open.

Bruce stood outside the door with several executives who were probably meeting with him. The executives seemed to have been pressed by robots with a standstill button, and they were completely breathless.

The scene is audible.
Chapter completed!