The end game [Zhongyingmei]

On the way back, Sisley was in a good mood.

She smiled and waved goodbye to Mephisto, watching her walk towards "her" car like an ordinary person, open the door, sit in, and gradually leave her sight.

Mephisto stole the car casually, and Sisley didn't know where she would park the car at a surveillance blind spot; anyway, in less than 3 minutes, Sisley's own car just drove out of the corner, and Sisley was so familiar with the fascination that she could no longer be familiar with. Chaotic Star Trail instantly jumped into her consciousness space, impenetrable.

An overly possessive embrace, dense fog and night wind co-exist with each other, refreshing and cold, like an over-flavored mint mojito.

But Sisley loved it.

Like Ken, Mephisto had to go back to the consciousness space to rest, Sisley looked at the night scene outside the window, and found sleepiness in the silence.

The car drove very smoothly, and without realizing it, Sisley gradually felt that she was sinking, and her consciousness was blurring——

She let out a breath, leaned against the car window and closed her eyes, shutting her love into the darkness of a person.

"Sisley."

Who is calling her name?

The fog was so thick that only the senses were still functioning, and Sisley was stiff, every nerve screaming danger.

Greedy eyes follow her, she is a naked ghost in this world, the earth is dark gray, as if dead.

There is no wind here, and Sisley instinctively wanted to escape, first running, and then galloping, she was extremely proficient in using the invisible and intangible body, as if she had tried thousands of times before.

Until Sisley realized that she was still where she was.

The thorns rose from the ground and pierced her temple. She kicked helplessly, but was still covered by the shadow behind her and screamed.

Vultures circled above her head, approaching impatient diners in the mist.The whispers grew louder and louder, discussing her body and consciousness, carve up her, devour her whole, until Sisley was nothing, a dull object with nothing left but breath.

She was made into a dessert called "despair".

A teardrop slid down Sisley's cheek, and was immediately wiped away by the sticky mist.

She cannot escape.

The shadows of the trees danced, and the light from the street lamps leaked into the car windows.

The car was very quiet. It was getting late, and the driver drove the car very smoothly.The baffle was lifted up by Tim, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep, while Sisley leaned quietly on the other side, her slender neck drooping, half of her face covered by falling hair, as if she was in a deep sleep.

Until a low cry broke the silence in the car.

"Sisley?"

no answer.

Tim opened his eyes almost immediately, and moved over to check Sisley.

It's far-fetched to even sob, it's just a little painful, tiny whimper.Sisley's face was bloodless, her eyes were tightly closed, tears rolled down her trembling eyelashes, and her broken hair stuck to her cheeks. Under the flickering warm light of the street lamp, she was smooth and pathetic.

"Sisley, wake up!" Tim tried to wake Sisley, but it didn't work.The girl twitched in pain a few more times, and suddenly jumped up, almost hitting the roof of the car.

He quickly pulled her away and covered her head with his hands, and Sisley fell limply back onto his lap. The blow was so heavy that both of them gasped in pain.

"How are you?

He lowered his head, just in time to meet Sisley's eyes.

She didn't seem to be able to wake up from that nightmare, she was looking at him, but she couldn't focus on him from her sight.Tim was stunned by the contrast: Sisley looked so innocent and sweet all day long, and flowers were nothing more than blooming.

But now, she seemed to be able to wither at any time, from body to soul, it would shatter at the touch of a finger.

Tim has only seen such an expression a few times. People who are dying will have such deep distress in their eyes.

"It's just a nightmare, don't be afraid, it's just a dream." He couldn't help taking Sisley's hand lightly, comforting her softly, patting her on the back until Sisley blinked, Really break out of that state.

"What did you dream about?" Tim asked.

Sisley said nothing.

Everything about the dream faded like a tide, disappearing like the foam on the edge of a beer glass. In just a few seconds, the memory of the dream became flat and thin.

"Nightmare," Tim heard her whisper. "I remember it was a nightmare, but I can't remember what it was about."

With tears still on her eyelashes as she said this, Tim's first thought was that she was lying.

But after watching her microexpression with suspicion, Tim reads only a great deal of bewilderment.

—Although this sounds like a weird and bad excuse, Sisley really meant it.

——she started rubbing her eyes, in a way that made her redder as she rubbed.

--Oh no.

Hands were faster than brains, and Tim hurriedly stopped her little paw that was trampling on his peerless good face, so to speak, when he arrived at Wayne Manor, he shoved Sisley, who suddenly became energetic, back to her own room.

"I feel like my new family member's 'don't mess' expectations have fallen through again."

Back in the Batcave, Tim concludes.

Bruce's face was terribly black, and the low air pressure could stop a Gotham child from crying instantly; Tim rubbed the back of his hand that had begun to turn blue, sat back in front of the supercomputer, and let out a long sigh.

"She said she didn't remember."

Bruce whispered behind him.

"I don't think she's hiding anything." Tim shrugged. He wanted to pretend to be relaxed, but there was a shadow of memory in his eyes.

Bruce didn't think she was hiding anything either.

Sisley reads like printed letters on white paper. She is the wild cat of the Wayne family who has not received a failure education. She is a first-class player in straight balls.

He just went back and forth in his mind, the day he went out with Tim, the horrible words Sisley said, the "those people" she said, the white lab, the endless coma and pain.

In another world that he couldn't see, did someone take his daughter for repeated experiments and do some unforgivable sins on her?

That conclusion made Bruce shudder.

"I think I had a bad dream."

Sisley returned to her room and closed the door.The lock clicked lightly, and she was hugged by the shadow in front of her in a daze.

-Dreams are the deepest area of ​​your brain, where we cannot appear.

Ken raised his hand and gently stroked Sisley's eyebrows, as if trying to drive away the sorrow on her face.

He applied the warm fingertips in close proximity, but the fingertips were only left with an illusory blue color, which sank directly into Sisley's cheeks.

Like an incomplete doll.

Sisley opened the panel, and as expected, there was only the last flickering light left on the energy bar.

"Are you out of battery?" She forced a joke, "I asked Mephisto to steal a battery car to support you."

Ken just looked at her quietly, and he walked over, and the big Sisley gave the little Sisley a big hug in her own body.

After a while, he held her waist and pushed her back into his arms as he walked, like holding a light doll.

--you should go to bed.

Sisley snuggled into Ken's firm arms, feeling the breathing and heartbeat of the two of them getting closer to synchronization, and gradually calmed down.

"Ken."

The hand that took off the headband for her stopped.

--not the right time yet.

She heard Ken's reply.

To this unspoken question, the answer itself is an attitude.Sisley felt a little pleased, and realized again that Ken had compromised with her, as fast as all compromises had ever been.

"Okay." Sisley looked up, watching the other self put on her pajamas. In comparison, her body was so weak that Ken could easily carry her to the bathroom.

On the blurry mirror, two figures were reflected.

Someone foamed the facial cleanser, someone handed the towel to your eyes, and occasionally touched your fingertips. Part of it was the joy of being cared for, and the part was the joy of taking care of the doll.

"Let me see your face," Sisley said.

Ken obediently took off the mask at her request. The tall and strong man has an empty expression, with blond hair hanging down, blue-gray eyes, and a creepy crimson scar across his strong neck. He has not fully recovered from the erosion of the mask. God, the whole person revealed a dangerous and strong aura, but as soon as Sisley hugged his arm, the facial expressions of the two Sisleys simultaneously turned into spring flowers.

Sisley leaned over and planted a honey facial cleanser-scented kiss on his pale chin.

—Ken gave her a kiss on the cheek back.

After washing, Sisley was hugged back by her other self intact.

There was a faint smell of blood in Ken's arms, and his hands were so warm that Sisley wanted to sigh.She drew the curtains, but did not close the windows, and the night wind of Gotham City lingered in the room where a lamp was lit.

The mattress was soft, the lights were warm, and the wind was cool and damp. Sisley leaned lazily in his arms, imagining that they could lie like this forever.

"Do you believe in chance in life?" She asked suddenly when she was about to fall asleep.

--Do not believe.

"I don't believe it either."

Sisley smiled.

Ken's arm was around her bare neck, his pulse throbbing and bringing him to consciousness.Those bubbles didn't form a complete sentence, but they rose urgently, and Sisley understood the metaphor he couldn't say.

Contains Ken's indefinite, endless compromise to her.

—Take it easy, he told her.

——You have done a good job, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side.

"Forever? You promise?" Sisley leaned deeper into his arms and closed her eyes tightly.

--Forever.

He lowered his head and kissed her trembling eyelids tenderly.

--I promise.