The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley fought back a snicker.

She closed her lips tightly and turned her gaze out of the window. The bird on the telephone pole hovered suicidally at low altitude, swooped towards the vehicles among the tall buildings, and then flew high at the last moment.Even with such intense life, they are dusty.

Gotham City seems so dark.

——I am not ashamed.

Mephisto's consciousness popped out like an electric current, and Sisley's whole body tensed up in shock.The girl's red lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, until Mephisto moderated the current, and the electricity was numb, like a fine comb with appropriate strength, and Sisley couldn't help trembling with joy, she Turn your face out of the window.

The other Sisley began to smooth Sisley's fur in the space of consciousness.

The Wayne Group has a tall tower that supports the skyline of Gotham City. In the middle of Gotham City, there are sixteen stone statues watching Gotham City in all directions.Gotham City, the worst place is also the best place; the most demanding place is also the most tolerant place.This bustling metropolis has experienced so much suffering and darkness like a curse, and it is still beautiful despite the hustle and bustle.

"I like Gotham." Sisley murmured.Without blinking, she looked out the car window at the buildings that were so crowded that they almost blocked the sun.

"What about New York?" Tim heard, and he asked.

"New York is also very good, but I almost didn't have time to look at him for long." Sisley turned back to look at him, her brows were lowered, and her ice blue eyes seemed to be filled with mist forever.

Even though the look on her face seemed normal, Tim understood right away what Dick really meant when he said, "It's a lot like the Waynes."

It's not just the facial features, but this self-contradictory, extremely melancholy expression, so pure and weak, as if the charm of life can be broken at any time, can make anyone have an overly strong desire to protect, and can't help but do more for her What, just to make her happier and show more smiles.

Tim couldn't be more indifferent.

"Well, ok, ok..." He leaned back without any image, and his posture was more relaxed than before. "Do you want to take a look at the whole city first? Then decide where we should go for dinner."

Visible to the naked eye, Sisley's eyes lit up instantly.Like the sun breaking through the dark clouds, she nodded her head seriously, and her whole body revealed a very understandable sense of joy. The delicate and soft little rose flowers turned into blooming little sunflowers, shaking her head happily.

"I like this schedule!" She announced, and then looked at him and smiled, sweet, black hair and blue eyes, snow skin and red lips, a small face that perfectly inherited the beauty genes of the Wayne family, raised her face, even if she smiled It's so silly, it's still like a sculpture cast by God when it's not moving, and it's like an oil painting painted by a master when it's moving.

Joy is passable, too, especially such easily satisfying, almost pathetic and endearing joys.So Tim raised his hand and stroked her head.

It was the first time he did this, and it was also the first time he had a younger sister; the girl's black hair was as soft and smooth as satin between his fingers, and the temperature was too high, fluffy and hot, just like a small animal.

"I've been rented to you all day today. I have plenty of time." Tim told her half-jokingly.

Gotham City is not safe everywhere, and Wayne Tower has not been spared in several catastrophes.But after the storm, it will still stick out its branches, just like every life in Gotham City, tenaciously and resiliently rebuilding itself.

The top floor is the CEO's office. Tim led Sisley upstairs. Sisley was very obedient and was not curious about other places. Tim took her through the corridors without any suspicious points and sat down a few times. Elevator, and finally use your fingerprints to open the roof door on the top floor.

"I think you might like the scenery here better."

He didn't hear Sisley's voice.

This was the first time that the good-natured kitten ignored him, but it wasn't too arrogant. She walked to the front on her own, and then slowly lowered her head.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined." Sisley said to herself.

The wind came and went, gently kissed her cheek, she stared at the busy traffic below Gotham for a long time, there were too many things Tim didn't understand in the eyes that seemed to be crying with joy, which made him almost speechless, He didn't know anyone else who loved a city as devastated as Gotham so sincerely, as if the world in front of her was priceless to her.

"Can I sit on it?" The top floor of the building is not a closed design, and Sisley refers to the metal railing on the edge of the floor.

Although Tim doesn't quite understand it, such a request is harmless, and he certainly won't say no.

"Go, I'll support you."

The girl jumped up lightly, found another angle and sat down obediently, letting him hold her shoulders, her two thin white legs were dangling on the railing, Tim held her tightly with one hand, her white The skirt whirled in the wind, and the pitiful and cuteness suddenly swelled to dozens of times.

"You seem to like this." He took the initiative to start the conversation.

For a girl like her, at this age, why does her heart fluctuate on a ray of wind and a ray of sunshine?Expensive luxuries related to money are good things that most people have been taught since birth, and humans hurt each other by having too much ambition.Tim has seen far too many things worse than hell.People are greedy for the most precious things, precious things are special, ordinary and visible things will only be kicked away by them, and they will ignore them more.

Especially for a girl like Sisley, she shouldn't know how to write ordinary words; as long as she sheds a tear, people will be willing to bring her diamonds.

Instead of a ray of wind and a ray of sunshine, the most common things in the world are fascinated by her almost deep-seated desire.

"This is the first time I have seen the city clearly like this." Sisley said in a low voice, she was busy watching the passing vehicles and the flashes reflected on the glass of the building, and for the first time did not look into his eyes to reply.After a while, she added like a dream.

"It's rarely written like this in books, so I didn't know it could be so beautiful."

Tim keenly caught the wrongness of her narrative.

"Just in books? You grew up in the country?" he asked.

"I don't know," Sisley said, "I've been living in my room."

Room?

Tim closed his eyes for a brief moment. He could understand what Sisley was saying, but it took him a while to catch her words.

Always?What does always mean?

After he asked, the girl shook her head, showing a very incomprehensible expression, "A room is a room. The room is already very bright. The walls are white, so there is no need for windows."

"So you never went out."

"They won't allow it." She was finally willing to look at him this time, and smiled slightly in surprise, as if it was strange that he would ask such a question.

"Oh." Tim said dryly.

"They will give me books to read, a lot of books, sometimes comics, sometimes movies. If I don't work, I can stay in the room and read books." Sisley opened the conversation, she thought After thinking about it, I asked again, "Is that called a job? I also learned it from books, but it seems that no one has the same occupation as me."

From the first sentence, Tim's heart became heavier and heavier, like a stone suddenly dropped in his stomach.

He hallucinated hearing Bruce crush a pen over the headset.

Or maybe it wasn't an auditory hallucination.

"What job?" Tim felt himself biting the words between his teeth.Sisley looked even more surprised, probably because he was frightened by his look, so he had no choice but to put the expression back on his face so that she could answer the question unpreparedly.

"I don't know, I always fall asleep first, but it hurts a little after I wake up." Sisley gestured.The girl was a little ashamed, stuck out her tongue quickly, and couldn't help giggling. Her laughter fell in the wind, like a string of silver bells colliding with each other.

What she said was so frank and so reasonable, and she was happy because she had enough time to overlook a city for the first time since she was born, how could she know how long some people would be silent because of her smile at this time, and how long would she feel? How many times has my heart been broken.

Tim vaguely understood: In the world view she learned from books, "family member" means absolute trust.Like now, she answers these questions because he is "brother".

Even if it's just the first day they meet.

"Does my brother also work? Is my brother's job different from mine?" Sisley asked him with a smile.

"It's not the same." Tim struggled to collect words. He felt that his brain had stopped functioning a little bit before this sister was too honest, and it had nothing to do with excessive coffee and lack of sleep.

"Can I have my friend come to the restaurant?" Sisley asked again.

"Tell her it's okay," Bruce bursts into the channel, and Tim hasn't heard him speak in such a scary, stormy voice for a long time.

"...Yes." Tim repeated mechanically.

It's over.he thinks.

Bruce is going crazy.