The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The night slowly overwhelmed the city, and the sky was so low that it seemed to cover all the surviving people into the dark sea of ​​clouds.

The black Rolls Royce was driving smoothly on the road, playing a CD of Chai Xiaoxie's third movement, the soft music floated in the humid air, but Bruce was not in the mood to appreciate anything wonderful for the time being.

"........."

When the green light came on, he stepped on the accelerator and glanced silently at the small figure on the co-pilot.

Sisley was holding the window of the car, trying her best to appreciate the streetlights gradually lighting up in the city, she seemed to have been taken away from all her attention, and she had completely fallen into a state of fascination.

She got quite close, her breath and fingers left a white mist on the car window, and the traces of the last time she did this have not been completely eliminated, looking from a distance, it looks like a kitten slipping in the snow Da paw prints.

"dad."

After the next intersection, Bruce heard his little daughter speak in a sleepwalking tone.

"Ok?"

The car stopped slowly, and Bruce turned on the turn signal and responded with a sound.

"Can I go to Wayne Tower again!"

Sisley obediently sat on her seat, twisting her hair with her fingers anxiously and expectantly.

"Ah."

He answered quite casually.

"Huh?" Sisley's eyes widened in disbelief this time, and she turned her attention completely to the old father, "Is it really, really okay?"

"Ah."

Bruce glanced at his little daughter whose expression had changed from "happy" to "confused", and answered the question with one syllable again.

————The car suddenly fell into a strange silence.

In fact, Bruce felt that the rage he felt when he got the call from Superman was enough to set Wayne Mansion in flames.

Even with self-hypnosis during his working hours all afternoon, the cold expression that made the entire Gotham tremble still did not completely disappear from his face.

The black Rolls-Royce was slammed on the accelerator, and with a terrifying roar, it rushed straight towards the end of the dark road.

"Dad, are you angry?"

After a few seconds of silence, Sisley's timid voice sounded in the car.

"Ah."

Bruce replied.

The cellophane wrapping the bouquet made a loud rubbing sound, as if it was suddenly held tightly in someone's hand.

"Why?" Sisley didn't hesitate this time, but asked quickly, "Why are you angry with me? Is it because I did something that father hates?"

silence.

The speed of the car slowed down, and Bruce looked at the darkened color block outside the car window, as if it was a very attractive oil painting.

He gave an "hmm" inexplicably.

Sisley: .........!

Half a meter away from the old father, the girl with black hair and blue eyes quietly glanced at the light screen, gritted her teeth slightly in hatred.

[Player Sisley is about to roll over. 】

The system went online when it shouldn't be online, and beeped twice rationally.

If it weren't for the sudden troubles in the other world, then Uncle and she would happily play all day———— If Uncle and her just played happily all day, then Superman wouldn't When exposed to a dangerous curse, the blessings on her body were shattered, so Sisley, who was wearing an angel skin, had to come over to find out.

And his coming is inevitable, after all, apart from the Archangel, no one can solve the "eye" that has developed to that level in a short time.

——————So in the final analysis, it is entirely the fault of the (inside) world!

The black Rolls-Royce drove steadily into Wayne Manor, and Chai Xiaoxie, who was dreamlike and warm, also slowly came to an end.

Even though the car was parked, Bruce still sat quietly in place, without any movement to get out of the car.

"........."

During the drive to pick Sisley, Batman had prepared several communication options.

He thought over the right and wrong of each approach, acknowledged the alienation and dislike that would follow as one of the inevitable.

But Bruce Wayne can no longer bear the risk of losing his daughter again, and Batman in Gotham can no longer be let go of his "safety rope".

His soul was once withered by this, and there will always be a huge wound that has not yet healed.

[It's over. 】

The system frantically bounced on the light screen, and sent Sisley a very old emoticon package.

Sisley fantasized about opening the door and escaping three hundred times in her mind, while obediently folded her hands on her knees, waiting for the judgment from her old father.

"I've seen on the news the front page of 'explosions' at playgrounds and videos are all over the place of people saying their eyeballs hurt like they hurt."

Bruce cut to the chase.

"Sisley, are you aware of what kind of dangerous people appear beside you?"

"But Ken and Mephistopheles are my friends—"

Sisley is trying to save herself from the crematorium, and don't get everyone blacklisted because of one Gabriel.

Bruce turned his face, stared at Sisley and his similar ice blue eyes, and took a deep breath.

"It's easier for them to kill you than to push away a speck of dust, Sisley, when you're near them, it's not that you have almost no ability to resist."

"But---"

As soon as Sisley opened her mouth, Bruce blocked her back quickly.

"No but," his voice was cold, "I am your father, and I have seen more things."

"but---"

"I just want to ask you one question, Sisley, do you know what a few gangsters will do after they only rob a priceless crown?"

"I have no idea!"

His youngest daughter's voice was flustered, with an obvious crying tone.

"Then choose one!"

Bruce didn't realize it, and his tone became more rigid, "Choose the one you like best, and I'll only give you three seconds."

"I like Dad best!"

In the chaos, Sisley, who was crying, quickly climbed over the cup holder of the passenger seat, grabbed Bruce's arm very forcefully, stuffed herself into the old father's arms, and sent out a straight ball that no old father could resist Three in a row.

"I've chosen! I like Dad best! I don't want to lose Dad!"

"........."

Even when confronted with new types of questions that the Riddler confidently posed, Bruce was more at a loss than he was now.

The sadness and astonishment he felt after realizing it was like a basin of cold ice water, and with a "chi", he poured out all the anger in his heart.

The cold little face soaked in tears pressed tightly against his neck, sobbing and wetting his high-end shirt, pitiful and stubborn, like a child.

The atmosphere of the previous confrontation in the car has dissipated, and there is no war in the process of getting along with Sisley, so there will be no winner or loser.

"……That was not what I meant."

After completely calming down, Bruce stretched out his hand to grab the little head that was crying on him, and sighed lightly.

"Sisley, remember, I will not abandon you because of your choice, not at any time."

"But did I offend you?"

His little daughter hiccupped softly as he held the back of Fate's neck.

———— Very self-aware speech.

Bruce thought, trying to calm her down as calmly as possible.

"I'm not restricting your friendships, but if you're putting yourself in danger every time, then, until you're an adult, as your father, I think I still have a certain degree of control to prevent the other party from dating you right."

"If Dad likes, I can stay in the room until that deadline."

It worked so well that his little girl stopped crying and answered without hesitation.

------Oops.

At this moment, the past educational achievements fully surfaced in front of my eyes at this last moment that shouldn't have happened.

The old father's temples hurt severely, and he once again fell into the fear of being dominated by the youth's psychological education.

"I don't want you to stay in the room all the time, sweetheart." He said each word very clearly, and repeatedly confirmed it on the tip of his tongue before spit it out cautiously, "But, this is the same as my night watch , Just like you don’t want me to get hurt, I also hope that you will always be safe and never put yourself in a dangerous situation.”

Sisley raised her head from his arms, her nose was red, as if she had understood part of it.

When the old father called her "sweetheart", it almost meant that the real crisis had been resolved, and all that was left was some rather moist drizzle, that's all.

"I don't want Dad to get hurt," she said.

"I know."

Bruce said quietly.

"So I can still have friends."

she asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

Bruce replied.

"dad."

Sisley squirmed forward like a caterpillar until she finally buried her face in her old father's suit jacket.

"Ok?"

The old father wanted to stop her from destroying the high-end suit again, but suddenly paused.

Sure enough, the first slap didn't stop him, but at the second slap, his arm changed direction in mid-air, turned slightly raised, and rested clumsily on Sisley's back, like a not-so-successful pat.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Sisley lay listlessly in the darkness, using the light screen to quietly text Gabriel who had caught the clown.

Sisley: Bite Rod.jpg

If it wasn't for a terrifying power like the Archangel appearing in Gotham out of thin air, the old father wouldn't have been completely tense because of "Krypton II", and even wanted to forcibly split a nest of Sisley into a body.

All in all, she hates the Underworld, and quite a bit of the clowns who work with them for "chaotic harmony".

—————Be sure to starve the "little chick" for ten minutes before supper.

And Gabriel also returned quite quickly, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

【certainly. 】

He said.

After receiving the answer, Sisley blinked and retracted the light screen.

On the empty co-pilot, the tuberoses were completely torn apart by various sudden attacks, the cellophane was crumpled on the flower branches, some petals fell all over the seat, and a few fell on the car. On the soft blanket inside, there was a fragrance so rich that one wanted to take a few breaths.

The little fairy hidden in the bouquet seemed to be in good condition, and under the effect of the contract, Sisley could vaguely feel its position.

"...There's nothing to say sorry to me."

Bruce responded lightly.

The steel-blue eyes and the ice-blue pupils red from crying looked at each other for a few seconds, and the former turned away first.