The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The soundproofing of the hospital was good, and Bruce closed the door when he went out, so it was impossible for Sisley to hear what they were talking about.

The ward became very quiet for a moment, and the loneliness was as dense as the night. She went to the bathroom to wash, took off her skirt, changed into a hospital gown, and then lay back on the bed.The bedside light was dim, and she lost all drowsiness, and time seemed to slow down in the too quiet air.

Ken.

Sisley stood in the pale blue moonlight, staring at the tall man; Ken immediately took off his mask, his fluffy blond hair grew back a lot, and his empty blue eyes showed unreservedly, Moist and beautiful.

Will you go to Gotham with me?she asked.

Ken understood what she meant before she finished speaking.

Sisley's health can't even be said to be at an average level. She often shows too weak traits. Those who can protect her, whether it is Ken himself or others, need to take care of her as best as possible.Even the heavy firepower of the army couldn't kill Ken outright, but the same standard was placed on Sisley, who couldn't survive even a single bullet.

Like tending the most delicate flower in the garden, anything can take her away.

Sisley has already found the interface to save the costume in the game. The newcomer comes with four vacancies, but because of Ken, she can only use three vacancies at present, and the remaining four are still locked in gray, which means that it will happen later. Unlocking events; the lottery pavilion also has a super benefit of [-]% off for the first time for newcomers. The original price is only [-] diamonds, and the gold coin lottery is still counted separately. May I ask which game player will not feel itchy when seeing such a reassuring and trustworthy discount?

Tens of thousands of props, skills, and costumes, as long as she can get them, she can throw them on the vest at will.

...Her current collection rate is only one percent, which also includes Ken's facial features data, clothing and skills.

If she wants to be the guardian of a city, Sisley must let more vests appear, and only a sufficiently powerful character can have a place to speak.

Gotham isn't for you. Facing Ken, she thought about it for a while; people in Gotham always talk too much, too many smooth talkers.do you want to stay hereStay in New York?

-Ken's silence means he needs time to think.

Bored, Sisley nudged the shocking scar on Ken's neck in exchange for Ken looking up at her. — Itchy, he even complained in a calm tone.He was obviously just another her, but in such a dress, he showed a completely different life trajectory from hers.

Sisley then became curious.

I don't remember pinching a vest?

—I was born of your own will from your strongest desire.

Forgot how to start, Sisley was pulled into the arms of the man, barefoot and Ken's consciousness waltzed in the moonlight, he lifted her slender waist, just as easy as she guessed.The two Sisleys suddenly felt the joy of verifying and verifying together, and Ken held her up for another three or four seconds.

The stream is ding-dong, sparkling.

—You should go back.

Ken put her down and stared down at her.The moonlight couldn't fully shine on his face, it just left a lot of blurred shadows, and the borders of his handsome facial features were blurred, leaving only a cold and creepy aura.

good night.

Sisley obediently returned to the real world.Ken's judgment of people and voices may be more sensitive than real cats or dogs. Sisley opened her eyes and waited for a while, until someone knocked softly on the door of the ward.

So superheroes all have the same sense of oppression and inhumanly handsome beauty.

Bruce was standing in the doorway to make sure she was asleep, and he seemed to have dropped a lot of his usual disguise, getting closer to Batman's image, so he looked even more—cold, reticent, with tight lips.

There is no such soft and comfortable baby Brucey, and the smell of alcohol on his body has been cleaned up, as if he has changed his shirt.

Sisley pretended not to notice it.

"Father!" she whispered, with a slight dimple in her smile.The girl's eyes were soaked in the light, like ice-blue beautiful glass beads, looking at her father innocently, expectantly, and full of love.

Bruce suddenly understood what Dick meant by "straight ball" at this moment.

He walked over stiffly, and his little daughter immediately stretched out her hand from under the quilt and grabbed his sleeve.Each of Sisley's fingers are slender, so grabbing a bit of the fabric around her wrist is lighter than being pecked by a bird.Bruce had no doubts that if he wanted to, he would only need to shake off this little hand with the strength of brushing his sleeve.

But Bruce didn't say anything, instead he held the girl's little hand, and he sat directly beside Sisley's bed.

"Go to sleep."

Sisley looked up at him.

She was raised completely differently from his Robins in the past that Bruce couldn't relate to, let alone reverse.Girls are innocent and sweet, and even melancholy and nervousness are endearing because of their excessive clarity.Could she really hurt anyone?Sisley does not rely on words and aura to win, she never plays mind games, she is just different; the way she treats others makes the attitude of others treat her special.

"Dad?" Sisley said, her voice was muffled because of sleepiness, "I have something to tell you tomorrow, can you come and see me again?"

Bruce patted her back jerky. The girl was sleeping next to his lap, curled up like a kitten. She grabbed his hand with a natural attitude, and brushed her eyelashes against the back of his hand. Her cheeks were as soft and smooth as a shelled egg.

He is close to the immature and weak life that is exactly like him.

"I'll come to see you." Bruce couldn't help but soften his voice, "Daddy is only busy today."

Under the light, the girl's eyebrows stretched.She fell asleep quickly, and her steady breath fell on the back of Bruce's hand, the itching made his heart ache, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He could make any decision for the best outcome, he had already decided on compensation, but Bruce found he couldn't say no to Sisley in front of her.It became very difficult to make her sad, and there was no war in the process of getting along with Sisley, so there was no winning or losing.No—he was the authority, so she had to listen to him, or she had the upper hand in some way, no.

Sisley is purely in love with his father.

Even if he has been absent for 15 full years, even if he can be called the most incompetent father, he didn't have it in the past, he won't now, and he won't be able to in the future.

And Bruce was unprepared for that.He thought there were so many things, but in the real world, only facts can represent everything that is happening.

He had a premonition of his own retreat.