Bruce has always had doubts about Wen's existence. The more closely she behaves in line with the details she has told, the more these doubts grow and become unignorable.

Of course, he absolutely doubted Wen, and this doubt did not even have anything to do with feelings, because emotionally speaking, he was extremely willing or had already believed Wen's words, and believed that she was his "daughter."

He just needs a clue, a clue that can connect all the doubtful points.

He needs to get the last piece that puts the picture together, he needs to know what happened, and he needs to know what secret is hidden behind it, whether it means a conspiracy or not.

——I am Bruce Wayne's daughter but not your daughter.

Now, Bruce thought calmly, he had the clue.

The parallel world gave an explanation to everything she said, and also explained why she acted so familiar to him.

Batman's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about every possibility for Onew to fall into a parallel world.

He was dubious about what Wen said about "running away from home." To some extent, he believed that Wen would run away from home, but how did she come to the parallel world? She didn't seem to have such an ability.

and mobility, obviously, her current state has reached the brink of collapse...

...on the verge of collapse.

Bruce suddenly woke up and hurriedly pulled his thoughts away from the analysis: "Sorry, Wen, I..."

"What are you thinking about?" Wen interrupted.

"I just didn't react. Honey, you know, your reaction was a little more intense than expected, so I..."

"You lied to me." Wen said.

Bruce smiled in vain and explained: "No, dear, I really didn't expect..."

His voice trailed off as he realized that Wen was fully aware of all of his lies.

Her eyes were extremely beautiful, a bit like him but not completely like him. At this moment, when those beautiful eyes showed cold judgment, he almost felt helpless.

Bruce realized immediately that his judgment was wrong.

——She is very smart, far less naive and stupid than she appears in the video.

Immediately afterwards, he said as if to remedy the situation: "Sorry, Wen. I did get distracted a little bit."

"what's on your mind?"

Batman never lets anyone know what he's thinking.

"I was wondering...what is all this going on and why our first meeting turned out like this." From Wen's attentive listening look, Bruce finally slowly found the rhythm he should use when talking to her.

, "I'm wondering what you meant by what you just said."

"It's very close to what you really think." Wen said, "But you still didn't tell the truth."

"...I guess you may come from a parallel world." Bruce said.

"I am indeed your daughter in the parallel world," Wen nodded, and she burst out laughing. It seemed that Bruce was thinking about every word that made her feel very happy, "So now you know, I have nothing to do with you.

.Go back and forth from wherever you are, Gotham is waiting for you."

Connor disappeared quietly and reappeared a moment later, holding a towel in his hand, hot mist condensing around his fingers.

He handed the hot towel to Wen, who took it and wiped his face casually.

"If I were you," Connor said to Bruce while Wen was wiping his face, "I would listen to her and walk away while she wipes her face."

Bruce's attitude towards Connor was not so gentle. He said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this."

"Do you have to make the conversation so awkward, Mr. Wayne?" Connor sighed, "I am more important to her than you - of course I won't compare it with her biological father. That's not the case.

Like words."

"Connor! What are you talking about?" Wen asked loudly.

"I'm trying to persuade him to go back!" Connor answered her loudly.

"He won't listen to you." Wen curled her lips. She raised her eyes and glanced at Bruce, showing a headache expression, and said, "Forget it, it's rude to keep you standing outside the door. Come in and say

Come on, Mr. Wayne."

"Excuse me." Bruce said politely.

"Don't do this, deliberately coming to disturb me and then pretending to say 'excuse me'. Is this the social rule of the upper class?" Wen said disdainfully, "I let you in because I was worried about being photographed by strange tabloids."

She walked in by herself, and Bruce was a little slow and lagging behind.

"What?" Connor asked, holding his hands.

Bruce is direct: "How long has she been like this?"

"I don't know, we've only known each other for less than two months."

"It has developed so fast in less than two months."

"Hey! We get along very well and develop very normally!" Connor protested dissatisfied, "Don't vent your bad temper on me, Batman, I won't accept your behavior."

"She is my daughter." Bruce said coldly, "The daughter in the parallel world is also my daughter."

"Nonsense, you don't have this mentality of 'the daughter in the parallel world is also my daughter'. You just feel that you can't let her run around because of your excessive protectiveness, and you don't trust me to protect her at all."

"She needs care. Her mental state is dangerous. Don't tell me you don't see that."

Connor said: "Needing care does not mean needing you."

They stopped talking after entering the room. Wen came out of the kitchen with light steps and three glasses of juice in her hand. She motioned Bruce to sit down on the sofa: "Please sit down, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce sat down, Connor sat on the couch, and Wen leaned comfortably in Connor's arms.

She asked in a consultative tone: "Let's talk directly and honestly. What do you want to do?"

"I hope you can go back with me. Your brothers have been looking forward to seeing you since they got to know you."

"You know there's no reason to use 'go back' here, right?"

Bruce paused for a moment: "I still have doubts about parallel worlds, Wen, I prefer to believe that you are my daughter."

"That sentence didn't lie to me." Wen said, "But it also shows that you didn't listen at all to what I just explained to you."

"I'm sorry that my sudden visit has given you such great psychological pressure, Wen."

"It's meaningless to say an apology too many times, Mr. Wayne," Wen said.

Bruce paused for a while and suddenly said: "Are you taking medicine?"

"...So be it."

"What medicine did you take?"

"...Well, the doctor gave it to me directly." Wen said.

Connor said: "Zoloft, divalproex, alprazolam, paroxetine, diazepam, clonazepam, buxperone, Ambien...and some conventional allergy medicines

.”

Wen looked at Connor in shock.

Damn it! I don’t even know what medicine I take but you actually know?!

"I refilled your medicine box for you, have you forgotten?" Connor said under Wen's shocked gaze, "I have to know what medicines are in order to refill it for you."

Wen wanted to ask what the effects of these messy medicines were, but he felt that asking this question was a bit strange.

It is outrageous for a patient to not know what medicine he is taking.

And she didn't take medicine at all. She didn't like taking medicine. She couldn't hide this from Bruce Wayne, but she couldn't hide it from Connor, who got along with her day and night.

"What are you allergic to?" Bruce asked again.

"Caffeine, pollen dust, oranges, and apple peels." Wen said, "I'm only allergic to apple peels. I like apples."

Bruce nodded: "I learned through some means that you had been to Gotham. Why did you leave immediately? I mean, since you had already made up your mind to come -"

"I don't like Gotham. I only went to Gotham on a temporary basis, and I was a bit unplanned." Wen shrugged, "I regretted it as soon as I arrived in Gotham, so I immediately took the return flight back to New York."

"Maybe," Bruce said cautiously, "you don't have to stay in Gotham, but at least come and see. What do you think?"

"Not very good." Wen replied bluntly, "But I don't think you will give up easily to persuade me to go back, so, okay, I will go there, but only after the trip is over. Half a month later."

This wasn't the best reply Bruce expected.

But this is the best answer he can get so far.

"I will arrange to install an air filter in your home, and when you feel ready, I will fly to pick you up."

"There's no need to send a plane, Connor will send me there." Wen shook his head, "I told you in advance that I won't stay in Gotham for too long. The weather in Gotham will make my mood very bad."

Bruce agreed quietly.

He was silent for a while longer.

"Ask! God, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask!" Wen held his forehead speechlessly, "You look like a patient with severe constipation. Just ask!"

"You said you came from a parallel world." Bruce said, "Have you never...missed your family?"

Wen looked at him.

She suddenly laughed so happily that she lay in Connor's arms. Her laughter was crisp and happy, completely from the heart. Just looking at this girl's smiling face, you couldn't imagine that she was just a few minutes ago.
To be continued...