But in the past few days, she was like a different person, taking the time to sleep when she had nothing to do, but instead not sleep when she should.

Wen sighed, revealing a melancholy look.

This surprised Connor: "What's going to happen?"

His mind was very fast, and he quickly linked this matter to Damian who suddenly ran over, guessing: "Is it that Damian's mother suddenly interested in you?"

Wen: "...No! Where do you want to go? Talia only likes Wendy's style, and doesn't like me."

She sighed in sorrow and said, "My father is coming."

"Bruce is coming?" Connor was stunned. "Are you talking about Bruce Wayne from another world? Your biological father? The Bruce Wayne who really raised you?"

Wen Xin said that there is no need to use such a long list of descriptions.

She nodded and affirmed Connor's guess, and Connor said: "What do you think he will do after coming to this world? Should he come to you or meet Bruce Wayne of this world?"

This question does not need to be considered.

"He will come to me first," said Wen. "I think he shouldn't want to have a head-on contact with himself in another world. We all know how strong Batman is to be exclusive to Gotham, and this city cannot accommodate a second Batman."

Connor thought for a while and suddenly said, "There is one thing I haven't asked you."

"If you want to ask why you are not with me in another world," Wen said. "That 'Connor' is not the same person as you. He is more - taciturn."

Connor was stunned: "I? Taciturn?"

"And he doesn't like to wear leather jackets, but always wears a black T-shirt with the 's' logo on his chest." Wen said, "The only thing you have in common is that you are all good friends with Tim."

Connor tried to imagine a taciturn self dressed like this... and then successfully shivered the image in his mind.

"That must be strange," he said, "what you feel when you see another of yourself."

Bruce from the parallel world did feel this way.

"You made up your mind faster than I expected, Mr. Wayne." Leonardo smiled in the grey fog. "Is such a big sacrifice really worth it?"

Wayne remained silent.

"Of course, this is not something I should consider. I have received the reward, and it is not easy to get your recognition." Leonardo smiled reservedly, looking like an old and sophisticated insurance salesman, or a fat and thin, fine beef that was fried sweetly and tenderly.

There was no joy on Wayne's face.

This city is also Gotham. It is also midnight, but Gotham in this world is not as cold and bleak as its own.

There is also fog, but it is very shallow.

The dark clouds covered the moon in a hazy way, shaping the small, bright dots into a large circle of tulle-like glimmer.

This city is also Gotham, but it is not the Gotham he is familiar with.

"Where is Wendy?" Wayne asked.

Leonardo said softly: "In your heart, Mr. Wayne."

“…”

Leonardo made a sudden look of enlightenment: "Are you really asking me where she is?"

“…”

"Wenty is in this city," Leonardo said. "As for where she is—it's hard to answer, Mr. Wayne, it's almost a philosophical question."

He was still smiling, but there was a sigh in his smile. Using such a face to express regret, the slight melancholy seemed extremely gentle and beautiful, and even made people feel sad for his pretended sadness for no reason.

Wayne said coldly: "Don't act so sad."

"But I'm really sad. They both hurt my heart."

"I don't know she has that strong influence."

"Didn't they hurt your heart?"

Wayne shut up and stopped talking to Leonardo. He was still standing on the edge of the fog-covered range, but this did not affect his vision of the surrounding environment.

There is no doubt that this is Wayne's main house. The empty hall is very dark, but he can vaguely see some of the outlines: the fireplace on the wall, the picture frame reflecting a shimmer, the sofa and the coffee table in the middle... Everything familiar made Wayne slightly stunned, but failed to relax him, but instead raised his vigilance.

"I have sent you to this world as agreed, Mr. Wayne." Leonardo's voice rang slowly, "I will not participate in the next thing."

"How do you contact you?"

"My messenger is everywhere, Mr. Wayne."

The gray fog gradually faded away, and Leonardo also disappeared at any time. Wayne looked at the place silently for a while, and after he was sure that Leonardo would not suddenly appear, he turned around and thought about what to do next.

Wendy.

The name and all the warmth and bitterness it carries surged into his heart, making him feel both sad and relieved.

He walked forward a few steps, but the next second, the light above his head turned on.

Wayne looked up.

"You came later than I thought," said Bruce.

Connor woke up Wen, who was dozing off by the head of the bed.

"Your father is here." He told Wen straightforwardly what's going on, "is talking to Bruce."

"Ah? What did you say?" Wen hadn't reacted yet, "Who is here? What did you say to Bruce? What time is it now?"

Connor quickly opened the wardrobe: "What to wear? Skirt? Suit? Or T-shirt with denim? Should it be more lively or elegant?"

Wen finally realized what Connor meant.

"So quickly! Only a few days!" She exclaimed and jumped out of bed, "Come on a skirt, and ask for the most expensive and gorgeous ones... Don't look for the clothes hangers, the most gorgeous ones are in the drawer! I haven't worn those skirts since I bought them. I don't like that style."

Connor quickly chose a light gold long skirt and threw it in front of Wen, then opened the drawer below, picked out a pair of black high heels, and asked, "What are you wearing? Earrings or earrings? Do you want a necklace? Where is the bracelet?"

"Look at it." Wen was quite at ease with Connor's aesthetic, but he still had to say a few more words, "Choose the kind of small and refined ones, don't be too exaggerated."

Conner curled his lips and regretfully put the necklace with a huge star-shaped sapphire at the end he was interested in, and instead chose a set of hollowed-out silver jewelry.

Wen had already changed his clothes and stood beside him, glanced at the jewelry and nodded: "This is good."

She raised her head and asked Connor to put on her necklace. At the same time, she uneasyly combed her short hair with her fingers, secretly hesitating whether to put on a wig or something.

"Don't." Connor immediately saw through Wen's thoughts, "The wig is not suitable for you at all."

He lowered his hand in a depressed mood and asked, "What are they talking about now?"

"You shouldn't have come, Wen has a great time here," Bruce said.

"It's not your final decision," Wayne replied, "This is a matter between me and her."

Connor recounted to Winn: "They are talking to you in the tone of an ex and current person."

“…”

Wen felt that Connor's retelling sounded wrong, but he couldn't think of any rebuttal.

She skipped the details and asked directly: "Didn't they fight?"

"No," Connor said, "but I feel like they can fight at any time."

Wind suddenly felt refreshed and seriously reminded Connor: "If they really fight, you go and stop them immediately."

"It's better you go over and stop it?" Connor said seriously. "What if they join forces to beat me? Should I fight back or not?"

This is a problem.

Wen thought for a while: "Just you just need to avoid it."

Connor adjusted her earrings, while Wen put on a bracelet. She stroked the corners of her skirt, took a deep breath, and asked again, "What are they talking about now?"

"Bruce is warning your father to cross the line, and your father is refuting that it is not cross the line." Connor said. "There are also practical examples of "she lives with me more appropriately"... I don't say, this is too much like a quarrel between the ex and the current one?"

Wen Xin said you were wrong, Wendy's ex and current employees never quarrel.

But Connor's description is really too vivid. Even without any details, Wen can imagine how the two people stared at each other tensely and how they spoke out sentences with a strong sarcastic meaning without expression.

She thought, thought, and suddenly laughed.

Then he sighed deeply.

"Did you hear what my father called me?" she asked.

Connor didn't say anything.

"Wendy, right?" Connor's silence had already given the answer. Wen Zishu shook his head, "I guessed it too."

Connor wisely chose to keep quiet.

Wen snorted and said, "It's always Wendy. Forget it, I'm used to it, Wendy just let Wendy. Bruce heard him tell you how Wendy reacted?"

Conner coughed and said, "No response."

Bruce just subtly omitted the name of Wen and only used the word "she".

Needless to say, saying this can only make Wen angry. Although Wen has not been angry yet, her temper is so good that she is almost without temper. Conner has never seen Wen when she is not very happy for such a long time together.

But he just knew that saying this would make Wen angry.

Unfortunately, Wen was still angry.
To be continued...