"Wait, wait," Wen nervously avoided Connor's gaze, but did not avoid Connor's hand. "There is a surveillance camera on the clock tower, right? Have you dismantled it? Are you sure this is okay?"

Connor was shocked for a moment: "...Do you really think the bell tower is a suitable place?"

"I really think so."

"...it will be seen." Connor said, but his tone was quite wavering, "This is still not good, right?"

Wen did take into account the possibility of being seen, but frankly speaking, when she no longer pretended that she needed to conform to universal morals and no longer limited herself to the eyes of most people, in fact, many people she thought she had

Unacceptable things - not so unacceptable.

"Forget it." Wen said pretendingly, "If you think about it carefully, it should be quite cold up there."

"I can tell you're being sarcastic," Connor said.

He thought for a moment and flew up with Wen in his arms. Wen let out a happy exclamation in his arms, laughed and hugged his neck.

…

"...To be honest, you took it down when I wasn't paying attention, right?"

"Of course it will be demolished, I don't want to be hunted down!"

…

"Actually, it doesn't matter if we don't tear it down."

"...That's enough, shut up."

"I'm going to say it, I'm going to say it, I'm going to...well..."

…

When Connor sent her back to the room, he looked around like a squirrel, suspicious, and his back tensed up whenever the shadow of the tree next to him shook.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen said, "Don't worry, there's no one at home tonight."

"Are you sure?" Connor fidgeted.

"Dick went back to Bluhaven. Jason didn't need to tell you that he was out there and didn't come home. Tim went to competition training. Dad was going to deal with some of the problems caused by me flying to New York as the boss on a business trip.

It's a small move." Wen shrugged, "Damian can only guess, he must have been patrolling all night while Dad was not at home."

"When are you going to New York?"

"Next month, or another month. I always feel that Bruce doesn't want me to leave his sight at all." Wen stroked Connor's chin thoughtfully, "I think he is just worried about me living outside and taking care of him.

Not good for yourself."

Connor wisely didn't comment on it.

He turned to look at Wen's room: "I told you when I came here last time, your bedroom is so nice and clean."

"Someone knows how to clean." Wen said, "I don't know who is responsible for cleaning. Anyway, I don't know how to clean."

"I mean the color and other aspects. Your room in New York has a bunch of trinkets and everything." Connor said, "But there's nothing here."

"I don't do much shopping in Gotham," Wen said. "I don't really like the atmosphere here. I don't mean the atmosphere of the city. The weather here is gloomy and always raining. I don't really like the fog either. I

I have a strong psychological shadow on thick fog. I won’t go into details about the specific reason. Anyway, I don’t like these fogs very much... What’s your expression!”

"Do you have a psychological shadow about thick fog?" Connor couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, I'm sorry, but this sounds really weird... I think the situation you are talking about is more like a psychological allergy."

"Don't take my words as a joke when I say serious things!" Wen jumped on Connor.

"You're just joking." Connor stroked her back, "Believe me, you won't be so calm when talking about serious things."

"You know I don't like the dense fog in Gotham. Just don't ask so many questions."

"Okay." Connor kissed Wen's cheek, "Then I'm leaving."

Wen grabbed him and prevented him from getting up.

"Why go? Dad is not at home." Wen said excitedly, "Just sleep here!"

This is really a dangerous proposition.

Connor knew he shouldn't be tempted by this proposal, but what did he say?

If a temptation can be easily resisted, it is not a temptation at all.

Connor crept down the stairs.

Although Wen had repeatedly assured him that no one was at home, especially the key assurance that Bruce was not at home, it was always a good idea to be cautious. He hadn't even left here yet, so he already trusted Wen.

A father will never think that anyone is good enough for his daughter.

That's a truth, and it doesn't seem to change anything now that Bruce is Batman.

Wen was still sleeping. Connor went downstairs just to find some food and bring another one to Wen. He deliberately avoided Alfred. God, it was difficult to deal with the sight of the old father, but the kindness of the old housekeeper was

Being polite was enough to give him goosebumps all over his body.

Why can Wen Neng live so comfortably in this family? Is her requirement for the living environment too low?

"Connor Kent." A sinister voice sounded from behind, "You are so brave."

"Uh," Connor said, "Damian?"

He turned his head, still holding two slices of freshly baked bread in his hand. Wen usually didn't eat much in the morning, so two slices of bread and a piece of fruit salad were almost all she was willing to eat.

Damian stood at the door and glared at Connor fiercely.

The look in this kid's eyes is really scary, Connor thought to himself, no wonder Wen's expression is always so subtle when he talks about Damian.

"Who let you in? How dare you come in? Do you want to die?" Damian said aggressively, "You are not welcome here, Superboy, leave now!"

"This is not your territory, kid. Besides, you can't beat me." Connor wrinkled his nose at Damian arrogantly, "Wen said that as long as he can beat you, you will be easy to talk to. Can I go over now?

?”

Damian was irritated, and a blush of anger appeared on his fair face: "Kent! Leave my house immediately!"

Then he suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a burst of shuffling footsteps, Wen's face appeared at the door. She hugged the door frame, drowsy and yawning: "What are you doing? Quarreling?"

"There was no quarrel." Damian said first, "How could you let him stay here the next day, Wen, have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?"

"Considering that Kryptonians don't spread weird diseases, I can't think of any consequences more serious than an unwanted pregnancy." Wen said vaguely, "And I can't get pregnant, so, dang-dang - no consequences.

"

"You can't get pregnant? What does this mean?" Damian shifted his gaze to Wen's belly suspiciously, "Have you been injured?"

"It's just a small measure."

Damian's expression froze for a second or less, and then quickly returned to its original state: "I can't imagine that you would do such an irrational behavior. Have you ever thought about how your father feels about this?"

"Every father must accept that his daughter will fall into the arms of another man or woman," Wen patted Damian on the head, "I suggest you start to prepare mentally from now on, Damian, you

I'm so angry as if I were your daughter."

Connor looked at Damian in surprise, who dared to be angry but dared not speak.

What happened today? How dare the little devil dare to be angry and dare not speak out? Could it be that some wonderful changes have taken place in the world today?

Maybe he should fly out and take a look, maybe he could find the Joker shaking hands with Batman.

"This guy is sleeping with my sister!" Damian was furious, "It's outrageous!"

"Your sister slept with your mother," Connor interrupted, "This is outrageous."

As soon as he said the words, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Wen actually didn't care at all about him telling others what she told him, but that was because Wen had serious moral issues and she didn't care at all about the unspoken rules that should be followed in interpersonal interactions.

But he really shouldn't do this.

Damian's expression was blank: "..."

He glanced sadly at Wen, who had a "none of my business" expression, and then at Connor, who was in the dilemma of not knowing what to say next.

He glanced at Wen again, who shrugged at him; he looked at Connor again, and Connor smiled at him guiltily.

Damian finally shook his head and turned away.

Wen gave Connor a look.

Connor pointed at himself, then at Wen, and shook his head.

Wen tapped the refrigerator with his chin.

Connor gave in. He stopped Damian: "Ahem, wait a moment."

Damian stopped, his eyes wandering on Wen Connor's face: "What riddles are you playing? Do you have a private communication password?"

"Here, you must be hungry after patrolling all night. Eat before going back to bed." Connor put the bread and fruit salad on the plate and handed it to Damian, "You came to the kitchen just to find something to eat, right?

?”

Damian stared at Wen for a while, and Wen smiled sweetly at him.

"Tsk, tsk." Damian roughly grabbed the plate and glared at Connor again before leaving.
To be continued...