The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Miss Sisley, are you awake?"

Alfred knocked on the door three times and asked softly.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no sound in his ears. He quietly reached out and pressed the copper handle, and pushed the door open.

"excuse me."

Alfred said calmly.

The flickering lights in the corridor from time to time illuminated the long shadow of the silver-haired old butler falling into the room, and also revealed the small group of figures sleeping on the big bed.

Outside the window, thunder and lightning, the wind and rain, and the sound of beasts neighing and roaring could be heard from time to time, accompanied by the jaw-dropping metal-iron strikes during the battle, one after another, passing through Alfred's ears horribly.

But Sisley on the bed slept soundly, and didn't respond to the outside world.

"........."

The girl curled up into a small ball, like a kitten coiled in its nest, her black hair was like a waterfall, her face was half buried in the pillow, and in the dim light, she was as white as a piece of fragile porcelain.

It was quite rare for the silver-haired old housekeeper when Sisley was completely asleep like this.

The 16-year-old Sisley, like her father when he was young, has a certain kind of natural vigilance. If someone is near them, they not only have difficulty falling asleep, but are extremely easy to wake up.

——In other words, her current state is not normal.

Alfred took a few steps forward and stood beside Sisley's bed.

The ghostly fragrance gently pounced on the silver-haired old butler, creating a hazy illusion around him.

At this moment, Alfred raised his head, and the hand hanging by his side moved slightly.

He saw many people, living people, dead people, people who smiled at him, and people who turned their heads away in tears. These faces gradually turned into the images of him and Batman staring at the surveillance camera and checking the screen for countless days and nights. Profiled faces.

Ken, Mephistopheles, a beautiful girl named Sally, finally stayed on the black-haired man outside Sisley's window who appeared out of thin air.

He was beheading those sphinx heads, and he was just outside the window to stop the beasts from rushing into Wayne Manor.

...Why is it her?

...Why did that unknown force want to take her away again even though she had already returned to them?

Whenever this question arises involuntarily, Alfred will feel a kind of cold and biting sadness from the deepest part of his heart.

The old butler lifted Sisley who was sleeping soundly, and a shadow suddenly cast at his feet.

After a pause, Alfred turned his head towards the door.

Damian stood there with his arms folded and his eyes cold.

"This room smells like moxa." He said coldly.

Before Alfred could answer, he walked forward quickly, lifted Sisley lightly, and hugged Sisley in his arms effortlessly.

"She's not as heavy as the Demon King."

When the cheap sister fell into his arms, Damian weighed her and stated.

"...Because the devil is a Caucasian dog, young master Damian, it can even weigh up to [-] kilograms."

Alfred followed behind him and closed Sisley's door.

Damian fell silent and began to imagine what Sisley would look like at eighty kilograms.

"It's ugly."

he said suddenly.

Sisley still didn't respond.

His cheap sister leaned in his arms, defenseless, in a deep sleep, with her pale face pressed against his arms.

Damian swore that with a little force, he could break her legs resting on his arms, and with one blow, he could break her spine and break her neck.

And Alfred wouldn't even have time to stop him, because she was weak, even too weak.

Damian lowered his head and stared at Sisley again for a while, "..."

The overhead light is bright and dim, shining on Sisley's snow-white face, illuminating the deep blue shadow under her eyelashes.

For a moment, Damian almost thought she was dead, that what lay in his arms was a light body, but the soul was not in it.

Until she was weighed down and turned her head, her icy breath lightly brushed against Damian's arm.

————The soft texture, as if touching the silky wings of some kind of bird, made him shiver for a moment, and a little interest arose again.

The alloy door opened in front of Damian, he walked in quickly, knocked open the door of the medical room, and placed her in it.

Before putting Sisley into the hospital bed, Damian reached out and roughly stroked her hair, ruffling the ends until they tangled with his fingers.

Damian tugged again, and the hair that seemed to be in a mess just now suddenly fell apart.

Alfred: "..."

Alfred: "Master Damian, Miss Sisley is not a pet."

The black hair was soft and smooth like satin flowing through his fingertips, carrying a bit of Sisley's own warmth, more like the soft down of a bird.

"Oh."

Damian said, withdrew his fingertips, turned and walked upstairs.

At the moment when Sisley was taken away by Alfred and Damian, Abaddon just cut off the head of the last beast.

The deafening roar of the beast came and stopped sternly, and the dirty head whirled back to the muddy ground and landed at Abaddon's feet.

————With its death, the dark clouds over Wayne Manor are gradually dissipating.

The thunder gradually stopped, the rain became smaller, and the afternoon sun passed through the clear sky, casting a soft golden halo, reflecting dazzling brilliance in the small puddles on the ground.

And the mountain of monster corpses piled up on the ground evaporated little by little under the sun, and was quickly burned, turning into dust that could not be picked up.

"who are you?"

Batman asked suddenly.

Accompanying this question was a sword stabbing at Abaddon.

Abaddon recovered from his contemplation, and with a flick of his wrist, he calmly pushed aside the sword point that his old father was attacking with murderous intent.

With a sound of "clang", the two swords slashed together heavily, rubbing out golden and white sparks.

Batman is pressing every step of the way, and the lord of hell has a leisurely demeanor and an elegant figure, even if he fights with his left hand, he is not defeated.

Blood dripped down from his right wrist, black and red falling into the void, but disappeared one step before falling to the ground.

"........."

At this moment, a faint sound of breaking through the air came.

There was a chill coming from Abaddon's back, and he was about to stab him in the back at a rather tricky angle.

The lord of hell turned around at the last second, stepped onto the opponent's side like a ghost, and lifted him up.

After she caught the other party in her hands, she took a look at the humanoid murderous bomb that she had obtained.

Sisley in goat skin: ...

Sisley in goat skin: *distressed*

Damian pulled out the dagger from behind with a "swish", and slashed upwards viciously, almost cutting off the four fingers that Abaddon was holding him.

———— The black-haired young man looked down at this scene, and suddenly threw Damian upwards.

When the latter vacated for a moment, the dagger he drew was quickly snatched by the lord of hell, and he played with it on his fingertips instead.

"give me back!"

Damian immediately became furious.

The black-haired young man looked at him, and took out the scabbard of the dagger from his arms.

Damian:! ! !

His little face was originally fair, but now it has flushed to the color of bleeding, the effect is similar to the time when Ye Yi pressed his butt and beat him after being annoyed by him.

At this moment, Batman had stopped attacking, but stood not far away, silently watching this scene.

"I am going to kill you."

The Devil's Son squeezed the words out through his teeth.

To Damian's surprise, the black-haired young man got the scabbard and dagger, but he just glanced at him; the other side pushed the dagger back into the scabbard with one hand, and turned the hilt to Damian. Signal him to take it.

————— This is a very polite gesture representing return.

As soon as this action was done, Damian also stopped struggling, and reluctantly took the dagger, and the black-haired youth also put him back on the ground.

As soon as the devil's son hid the dagger back on his body, a silver light suddenly shook his eyes, causing him to shrink his pupils for a moment.

A huge ancient battle ax appeared in the hands of the black-haired young man. It was lying horizontally, so Damian could clearly see every outline, every direction of the blade pattern, and every exquisite and strong pattern.

It even looks taller than Damian.

The black-haired young man continued to spread his hands flat, motioning for Damian to take over.

"........."

Knowing a son is like a father. Standing aside, Bruce could clearly feel Damian's expression of satisfaction as he slowly transitioned from shock to being bribed.

Before he stepped forward to stop it, Damian had already happily accepted the thing from the strange man's hand, waving it airtightly, like a slowly rising star in the sun.

The strange man just smiled, and that smile hung on his face like a stereotyped mask.

One of his eyes was as black as an ancient well, the other sparkled with a spark capable of searing the human soul, which, combined with the horns on his head, created a strange and inhuman beauty.

———— This kind of beauty seems familiar.

If Bruce was only [-] points sure before that the strange man might know Sisley, then now, the certainty has been raised to [-] points.

Batman: ...... Knowing a son is like a father.

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Damian finally had enough of playing with the ancient battle ax in his hand, and had enough of destroying the flowers and plants in Wayne Manor. At this time, he turned back, holding the tribute given to him by the black-haired young man in his hand, and his attitude became arrogant again, and he said: A shocking sentence.

"You are Sisley's boyfriend?"

Sisley in goat skin: ………!

Abaddon didn't know how to react for a moment, so he couldn't help but blinked.

In the eyes of Damian and Batman, the perfect mask on the black-haired man's face suddenly shattered, revealing the real corner inside.

He stopped smiling, his face suddenly paled, and his eyes drooped.

"Does this concern you?"

The dark-haired man finally said.

His voice was cold and deep, but even in such a context, there was an irresistible sense of beauty.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away his own rapier, but he didn't even look at Batman's, let alone give it back to him.

Sisley in goat's skin: If we meet again next time, then the old father and cheap brothers will be able to resist.

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As the script draws to a close, the lord of hell stands tall and bows gracefully in the direction of Damian and Batman, his feet have faded into the air——

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

"Wait!" There was a cry in the silver bell-like call, "Wait for me!"

At this moment, Damian and Batman both turned their heads and looked in the direction of the source of the sound. The Lord of Hell was startled and glanced over.

Sisley lifted her skirt and appeared on the corridor of the side door, running towards this side like a pale butterfly.

Her skirt was still stained with mud and grass clippings, and she stepped on the floor tiles with bare feet, ignoring anyone's eyes, and threw herself into the arms of the black-haired young man without hesitation.

When Sisley finally fulfilled her wish and hugged the neck of her other self, her pupils trembled for a second, and tears fell like rain in an instant.

Sisley's body: (due to empathy) The wrist is about to break! !

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However, no one saw the earthquake in her pupils.

Damian and Bruce could only see that the girl was smiling with tears, and the precious tears fell drop by drop, wetting the cheeks of the black-haired young man.

They hugged each other as if they had been waiting for each other for a century.

.........

"Father, I think they are indeed in love."

Damian said objectively.

The old father's murderous intent slowly spread.