The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Bruce couldn't really say no.

"Let Tim accompany you." He pondered for a long time, and finally took a step back.

"Aren't you very busy?" Sisley dragged a soft stool for herself, sat by his desk, tilted her head and stared at him, not hiding any emotion.The window of the study room was open, and the sunlight fell on half of her face, shining through her icy blue eyes, as clear as a baby and not familiar with the world.

The old father couldn't help stretching out his uninjured hand and fiddled with the little daughter's messy black hair.

Sisley looked at him in surprise, obediently accepted the sudden smoothing of the old father, and even moved forward a little more.

Bruce watched her face intently.Sisley's attitude towards him was very clear. She seemed to be completely relaxed when she recognized him as her father. At this moment, facing an irresponsible father whom she had only met for three days, she would also show that kind of feeling. A sweet smile full of trust.

Will she be so naive forever?He'd give anything for her innocence and softness... Bruce couldn't help but think that Batman's shell wouldn't work on her, and he hoped it never would.Sisley, his little girl, never be afraid of him, never let him be elusive—

"Father is worried." In the fierce psychological struggle, Bruce was honest once in the end.

"I promise not to leave my brother half a step away, not to run around, I will send you a message at any time, and come back before dark." Sisley didn't think anything was wrong, Gotham was already very dangerous.She thought for a while, then stretched out her slender little fingers to hook the old father, no matter whether he was unfamiliar or not, she pulled the hook with him forcefully.

"It's stamped." She said, smiling at the old father with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

After Nightwing, Batman was also hit by Kitten's very straight ball.

He nodded silently.

Alfred is such a crafter.

Sisley took a bite of the apple pie, and the crispy crust would fall down with a slight shake. The apple-flavored honey had an alluring color like magma, and it fell between her lips and teeth so perfectly that it made people ecstatic. piping hot.

——Mephisto shocked her dissatisfied, she was numb.

—Ken drags Mephisto away wrapped in the night.

——Mephisto didn't resist, anyway, she came out to earn energy points today, she just had a haughty face when she was dragged away.

Sisley just laughed as they fought.

She bit the fork lightly, and like every pretty girl, she smiled for no reason.

Mephisto and Ken are another her. She has the same character, the same bad heart, the same emotions and memories, and the same way of thinking.

But people always tend to analyze the essence through the appearance.

They believed her smile, her eyes, and every word she said.This is wrong, even if Sisley has a good personality, even if she never lies, even if Sisley stripped off Ken and Mephisto, she will no longer feel...

—That's not your fault.

Sisley closed her eyes briefly.At this moment, her slender eyebrows furrowed nervously, and the corners of her mouth were tense.Below the lids, her eyeballs trembled slightly.What's this?She asked Ken a little blankly, what is this?Why did I suddenly think of this?

What am I talking about?

Ken's arms carried the calmness of the night, blocking back the last question she was about to say.

He hugged Sisley tightly, without saying a word.

--Do not think.He said.

—Don't look, don't listen.

—Don't think, don't look, don't listen.Mephisto's cold hand pressed Sisley's hot forehead.

In the darkness, the kiss on the forehead looked moist and gentle, but it had no effect, Sisley propped her arms on the table weakly, her head lowered deeply, her temples ached sharply, she wanted to vomit , her heart contracted abnormally, as if it was about to leave her body.

"……How are you?"

The darkness faded away in an instant.Ken's arms and the scent of Mephisto also left.

The undercurrent stopped abruptly, and Sisley opened her eyes blankly.

A strange young man squatted in front of her. He knelt on one knee, checking to see if she was okay.

He was handsome and likable, and even if he wasn't smiling, his eyes were refreshing, and his blue eyes, like hers, were staring at her with concern.Sisley still had tears in her eyes. The girl's snow-white ankles were hidden under her skirt, and her wrists were covering her ears. She was delicate, slender, and could be easily crushed.

She didn't answer his words, but nodded slightly.

genetic defect.

Tim immediately remembered the word.Just like the expensive and fragile fold-eared cats on the market, they cannot be eradicated or treated. Once they get sick, they live in pain all the time.

But she looks better now.She sat up straight again, rejecting his proposal of "Should I call Alfred", even though 5 minutes ago, her whole body shrank into a small ball in pain, like a wilting little flower.

Tim remembered that his sister still had a fever, but now that they were not familiar, he couldn't touch her forehead rashly.

"Hi, Sisley, I'm Tim Drake." He said kindly and briskly.

Is this the Red Robin from DC?Sisley is shocked by the level of beauty of the Bat family.Chaoying seems to be like this, the brilliance is so bright that it is completely different from ordinary people, and the facial features are so handsome that they walk like gods in the world-this is the same as the charismatic super villains, as if beauty and eye-catching are their unique labels.

While she was watching Tim curiously, Tim was watching her too.There is a Damian who blocks and kills, coupled with this new bat cub who is in urgent need of care, it should be able to effectively resolve Batman's negative emotions.Like those - the adrenaline rush of a weak mother trying to protect her child and push a car away with her bare hands - although that's an inappropriate metaphor.

But her presence is useful.

"Bruce said you want to hang out and see what Gotham is like. Come on, I'll be a good guide." Tim winked at her, trying to suppress the migraine from staying up all night to the deepest part Here, use a pinned smile to prevent yourself from yawning one after another.He simply stood up and spread his hands towards Sisley.

Sisley hesitated for a moment, but still put her hand into his palm.

"Thank you." Tim heard a soft sound before getting into the back seat of the car.

Tim opened the car door for her before sitting in.He reflected for a moment that she was talking to him, and then the smile on his face grew more genuine.Although a thank you couldn't exchange him for eight hours of sleep on the spot, hearing others thank him was still more comforting than nothing at all.

"You're welcome." He said softly.

"Brother." Sisley looked away from the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, "I have a friend who said she is in Gotham, can I go see her?"

"Friend?" Tim raised his eyebrows slightly.

"My friend who took good care of me before." In Tim's sight, Sisley smiled shyly.Her smile gave Tim a little understanding of Dick's straight ball attack. After all, no bat cub had ever shown such a sweet and lovely expression with the beauty of Bruce's family.Most of the beauties are hurtful, at least they will use their beauty to commit murder. It is rare to see a soft kitten like Sisley without thorns. Talking to her will not become a confrontation in the mind game.

Because honestly, who would want to make such a fragile doll sad?

And Bruce didn't restrict her from making friends, and those who came out on their own initiative were relatively easier to investigate. With him watching, even if something happened, it wouldn't be too serious.

"Okay." Tim thought for a moment, then said cautiously, "But she has to come to see you, you can't go there by yourself."

"Okay." Sisley agreed without even the slightest hesitation.

Anyway, Mephisto also came out of my consciousness space, it doesn't matter where it is.

But in Tim's eyes, the speed at which Sisley agreed was unbelievable. She didn't even think about asking, and she didn't experience any hesitation, embarrassment, or surprise. Where, when; it was almost insouciant, to this "friend" he had never met.

Tim sat up straight, curious about it.