The end game [Zhongyingmei]

On the way home, Sisley's face turned pink from sleep.

Girls don't like to wake up no matter how hard they are, even if they are carried all the way from the car to the plane by their old father, they refuse to open their eyes. The soft and beautiful face leans on Bruce's shoulder obediently. The face is small, with delicate features, and the eyelashes are drawn down Looking at the long blue shadow, like a poor but cute little porcelain doll.

When Bruce came back to his senses, he found himself stroking his little daughter's satin black hair with one hand, as if smoothing a kitten.

Sisley is just too sweet.

The old father's heart couldn't help softening, Bruce stared at Sisley's face that resembled his, her too fragile arms and ankles under her dress, Sisley's thin little hands lay unconsciously beside his legs, Bruce cupped her hand as lightly as possible, his thumbs stroking across the pinprick scars.Sisley didn't respond, she fell asleep sweetly in dreamland, but Bruce felt remorse, pain, and apology from head to toe.

He is not there.He was never there.Sisley's past was a blank space that he couldn't grasp and make up for.

Sisley's low-grade fever came on fiercely, and there was no reason for it to go away.His little girl was just so weak and short of breath, she was suffering - she had been suffering for many years, but none of the drugs really worked for her, the doctor gave her a blood test and a film report, they No conclusions can be drawn.Sisley's physical condition is weird and extremely fragile.Bruce had no doubt that anyone, even a slightly stronger ordinary man, could crush Sisley's bones.

It only takes one hand to sever her windpipe and crush her wrists.

She was different from them. In the hail of bullets, Batman and Robin might still have a chance to survive, but even if only one bullet hit her, she would surely die.

So after thinking about it all night, Bruce finally realized that he had to keep his little girl by his side.In addition to his unbearable desire to control and protect, what Dick said to him also carried a certain weight; in the video, his lost little daughter is slim and still smiles as beautiful and soft as a baby 15 years ago. His blue eyes are brighter than the stars, and the light that sees people is bright and lovely.

Bruce couldn't bear the thought of losing that light.

Sisley slept very well, she didn't know that Ken was still awake, and was quietly looking into Bruce's obscure eyes.

The silent man sat in the moonlight, polishing his knife, with vigilance ready to explode and full of patience, until the blade was sharp and the metal was cold.

"Are we there yet?"

Sisley woke up with her first breath of damp Gotham air.The smell of dust was stronger than that of New York, and there was an unpleasant foul smell.

Mephistopheles is miserable, she's depressed.

Bruce put her down gently, and the girl grabbed his fingers obediently, and her body temperature began to rise again, like a soft little animal.

"We have arrived."

Bruce leads her down the escalator.The car door opened, and Sisley was pushed into the passenger seat by him. Before Bruce could remind her, she had already put on her seat belt.

He had already made arrangements, today there will be no bright and flashing shots, no swarming reporters and lace front pages of entertainment tabloids, the surroundings are quiet, only the wind passing through high-rise buildings, the city approaching evening is in the twilight Bit by bit cooling, it is almost lonely and chilling.

The darkness of Gotham is coming, and the dawn is extraordinarily long.

People can't help but wonder, does Tianming really exist?

"Dad, I like this city!" Bruce suddenly heard Sisley's voice, and the girl spoke like a string of melodious wind chimes.He turned his head to look at his little daughter, and found that she was looking sideways at the scenery outside the window. At this moment, she looked back at him. The streetlight fell into her clear eyes, illuminating her soft and sweet little face.

Such amazing and innocent divine light can dispel all loneliness and desolation.

Bruce felt his heart go soft when he saw Sisley in the video, but at this moment, he was literally hit.

"Do you want Dad to take you out to play?" His voice was hoarse, but he couldn't help asking gently.

"If Dad is busy, you don't have to come." His little daughter looked at him with a smile. She was obedient, soft, and sweet like a well-baked soufflé cake. At this moment, she didn't know it. The Batcub driving it nearly took the car apart.

Bruce can only attribute this to the difference between men and women, as well as the education gap.

Wayne Manor is on the outskirts of Gotham, and because Sisley wanted to see Gotham, Bruce didn't choose the shortcut, but drove through the city center in the direction of Wayne Manor.Just in time for the evening rush hour, and the Lamborghini had to wait for the green light in the crowd of traffic, Bruce began to briefly introduce the situation at home to Sisley.

"Ah Fu is the housekeeper of Wayne Manor. You have met your eldest brother. There is also a second brother and a fourth brother in the family. They don't appear very often... You don't need to greet them specially. If you need to come to me and A Fu .”

How cruel, Sisley froze for a moment, she sounded so hard-hearted.She poked Ken, but Ken wrapped her fingers tightly with his big hand. It was so tight that she couldn't pull it out, but Sisley wanted to pull it away, but Ken refused to let go. Two Sisleys, one big and one small, began to use The conscious body engages in a schoolboy-style slapstick.

But in Bruce's eyes, the girl was not unhappy, but showed a blank expression of self-care.She touched the white camellia embroidery on the skirt, even blinking slowly.

"Daddy," she asked, "may I have a night light?"

"Okay." The topic changed very quickly, but Bruce still said, "Any kind of night light is fine, but why a night light?"

"Don't daddy need a night light?" Sisley tilted her head to look at him, like a silly kitten who was concentrating.The green light came on, and among a group of cars that shot out like arrows from the bow, Bruce also shot the Lamborghini with a hand that could put a water glass on the roof of the car.Sisley noticed that she laughed happily again, so she didn't care about the old father's ancestral duplicity.

"Dad doesn't need it. What does Sisley want the night light to be on?" Bruce answered her in a flat tone, his tone becoming softer and more distant, a strange cliché, but not annoying.

Sisley could understand her old father's worrying brain circuits, so she pretended she was on board.

I often wake up in the middle of the night. "She replied very frankly, "I have to get up to take my temperature, take medicine, get dressed, or call an ambulance for myself, and I can't do it without a night light.Raising me is very troublesome, Dad, have you really thought about it? "

"And the electricity bill is very expensive." In the short silence in the car, Sisley thought for a while and added.

There is indeed a big gap between video and reality.

Bruce was left speechless by the unabashed throughball.

Sisley, I can't promise anything.That was the first thought that crossed Bruce's mind, but he found it hard to get the words out of his mouth.Sisley was staring at him, the cute eyes of a precious kitten looking at someone she loves.She considered the risks, carefully memorized the names of the family members, and accepted their sudden appearance without any qualms, and now, his youngest daughter was just asking him, did you think it through, or didn't you?Do you want me to stay?Or do you want me to leave?

"I figured it out."

Bruce finally said with difficulty.

"Really?" Sisley gently shook her slender calf, "Dad, don't worry about me, Ken can take care of me in New York."

"real."

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, Bruce began to become proficient in the movement of receiving the straight ball.The name Ken made his brain twitch, and everything implicit, difficult, and difficult was thrown into the Pacific Ocean. He put five trackers on such a big dangerous person, and the big living person just crossed the street corner. The weapon was thrown without a trace, and I don't know if it was because Sisley was there at the time that she didn't crush it directly.

New York is the territory of the Avengers, and Bruce can't stretch out such a long hand, but Ken is really too unstable a risk factor, with his blood and killing intent, if it weren't for Sisley's attitude, Bruce would have gone to the bathroom Kung Fu has to dress as Batman and arrest him and torture him.

Sisley, his cute, weak, innocent and poor little daughter, couldn't get mixed up with such a person.

The old father made up his mind.