The Sims: Heartbroken

Yang Li sat by the bed and looked at Bruce.

Right now it's probably...whatever, it doesn't seem like a ghost's normal sleep time anyway.

Ghosts in the real world don't feel sleepy at all.

Today is the second day.

In the darkness, Bruce's breathing was shallow.

Yang Li looked at him——

I don't know when it started, the blue stared at him closely, and it was still very beautiful in the dark night.

"Awake?"

Yang Li backed up a little belatedly, and sat on the chair in Bruce's bedroom, "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Bruce still didn't answer him.

Those blue eyes stared at him stealthily, probingly, and Bruce's breathing was barely detectable.

Yang Li supported his head and let him watch quietly. After a while, he suddenly changed his appearance.

——That change is very detailed.

He withdrew his hands and put them on his knees, leaned back, slightly restrained his smile, and raised his head slightly.

… Bruce sees himself in him.

"...So," it was a kind of aristocratic laziness and rambling, "what are you looking at?"

Showing a side Bruce doesn't know?Simple, even hesitated for a long time because I didn't know which side to show.

In a sense, Yang Li quite likes this look.

I like how Bruce speaks with ease and ease, and he has practiced for a long time in order to be more like it.

These are things after Bruce left.

Childish, dull, aggressive, gentle, he can be a lot.

Bruce sat up and stared at the ghost, "I..."

"Bruce?"

The door was knocked.

It was the voice of a child.

"Are you asleep? I seem to hear someone else's voice..."

It's Dick.

He only heard Yang Li's voice, not Bruce's response.

Maybe taking him for a thief or something?

Ghost tilted his head.

This kind of cute gesture is matched with his expression, which is a little deep and evil for no reason.

Bruce paused, "...come in."

Dick hear you?

He heard it.

Maybe this is a good chance to tell if the ghost is a hallucination...?

The ghost on the chair slid into the back of the cabinet in the blink of an eye.

"Children are afraid of ghosts!" The ghost's aristocratic temperament disappeared, he shrank himself very small, and lowered his voice, "What if he has nightmares at night? What if he asks me—"

In case he asked me if he could see his parents, how should I answer?

"……Oh."

The child grabbed the doorknob and stared blankly at Yang Li.

Yang Li pursed his lips and smiled, he withdrew the hand that exposed his position, poked his head out, and waved to the child, "Hi."

"……Hi."

Dick blinked, and ran to Bruce in two or three steps, "So...are there really ghosts in the closet?"

Bruce pressed his forehead, sighed, and put on his pajamas, "He's my...friend."

"Is he really - dead?"

"No, you can understand it as his super power or something...I've only seen this ghost."

"..."

Dick took two steps towards Yang Li.

"You look amazing."

"I think you are the wonderboy." Yang Li stood up and floated in front of Dick, "There are very few children who are not afraid of ghosts."

"You're not scary at all."

"Really? That's good." The ghost shook happily, "That's good."

"Dick, it's getting late, go to bed."

"But Bruce—"

"Go to bed.—or you won't grow tall."

"……All right."

Sending Dick back to his room, the ghost looked at Bruce jokingly, "Now do you believe I'm real? You treat that child more tenderly than me..."

"…" Bruce sighed again, "I'm sorry."

There was a bit of fatigue in his expression, "You know... I just can't simply believe that such a good thing will happen to me."

"...Oh." Ghost forgave him lovingly, "It's so late, let's go to sleep...?"

He watched Bruce walk towards the mechanical clock and re-enter the Batcave, "I want to make you that potion."

"...I'm not in a hurry..."

"But I want to." Bruce, in his pajamas, "I don't want to...seeing you as a ghost, it reminds me over and over of the moment you got shot - don't you worry about me having nightmares?"

His complaint actually sounded a little intimate.

"Because you don't believe me?"

The ghost was still sitting on his console, and seemed to have a soft spot for this position, "It was the same with Superman before...you told me to stop and just called my name..."

"It doesn't mean I don't trust you, just because at the time it looked like you were the attacker."

"You trust Superman too much." The ghost watched Bruce place orders for all kinds of strange herbs, "You don't know what it might become..."

Bruce's hand froze.

"He is a good man."

"He just doesn't have a bad day."

"...that sounds like the Joker's theory."

"It's just a famous quote with no provenance."

The two looked at each other for a while, then looked away at the same time.

Bruce slumped in his chair, "But, this is possible for everyone."

"...?"

"You said you've seen a bad Superman, have you seen a bad me?"

"……No."

"In a parallel world, after the clown killed all my close people." Bruce slowed down his voice, "I killed him, then I killed all the patients in Arkham, and finally the members of the Alliance."

"……why?"

"There's no reason, honey, people are going through that day...we can't just prevent, stop, but believe."

It was hard to imagine that Batman, who had almost written his vigilance on his face, would say such a thing.

Maybe it's because he's not Batman now, just an off-duty mode Bruce.

"If I just wanted prevention, I wouldn't even adopt Dick, just to avoid that kind of future...but that's not how it works, it's just choking."

Bruce closed his eyes.

"...And you, don't use your genetic editing to evaluate this matter, I think that thing is of the same nature."

"It doesn't take away your joy."

"It took everything away."

"Do not……"

"You can't understand—" Bruce opened his eyes suddenly, "If that kind of thing happens, no one will want to change even if the world repeats the worst day forever!"

"...is that wrong?"

"So I'm saying you won't understand...a simple example...if that happened, Dick wouldn't even be born."

"I don't understand, he's fine, why..."

"Yeah, he was a strong kid, but... the first thing that happened was not, he was crying, he refused to be approached by anyone, he was aggressive... that's fine with me, with your kind of technology It's a flaw."

Bruce looked at Yang Li, Yang Li could clearly see that he was pulling himself together, he was logical enough for an ordinary person who has been sleepless for nearly 48 hours, "That kind of thing... Gene editing, it Destroyed human suffering, destroyed the idea of ​​human resistance, destroyed human self-healing ability, almost everything..."

Is it ruined?

"...losing empathy, becoming numb, losing normal love..."

Those blue eyes have been looking at Yang Li.

Bruce was just talking about Yang Li.

"……Oh."

Yang Li admitted slowly.

He did not feel the pain, but he could clearly read the pain from Bruce's eyes.

For some reason, this pain that was so intense that it couldn't be concealed made him a little happy.

"...Even so, you still love me."