In order to earn forty hours of community service credits, Damian, the youngest son of the Wayne family, was assigned to shovel cat litter at the animal shelter next to Crime Alley. He met the only girl in Gotham who had no reaction to the word "Wayne": Wren, a scholarship student. She carried a sketchbook with her, was sharp-tongued and calm, and drew all the unguarded moments.
He thought her cat names were aesthetically unsightly, and she thought he even lied with props. We bicker every Wednesday, moving cat food becomes easier and easier, and the number of pages in someone's sketchbook accumulates more and more. Until a rare bird smuggling case, laundered through a shelter, brought two separate lines of investigation together——
The night she handed over the evidence, she said: "You have a scar on your left forearm that causes your pen to hold three degrees off. I have drawn you forty-seven times, Damian."
A mask can hide one's face, but not one's painting style.
Intention: Love at first sight or love that lasts for a long time
