The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley is rarely angry unless she can't help it.

She now finally has the iconic cold expression of the Wayne family, and the disapproving gaze is exactly the same as that of Batman himself.

Bruce didn't need to look to know that her eyes were condemning him mercilessly, after all, those ice blue eyes similar to his were burning at this moment, and he couldn't find a solid excuse.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Maybe it was a few seconds, maybe more than ten seconds; he was going through what he could say quickly in his mind, when he suddenly heard Sisley sighed softly.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, and slowly transformed from "aggressively trying to question him" to "a balloon that was punctured by a needle".

The fluffy fur ball with its fangs and claws gathered its flag and breathed a sigh of relief, before shrinking back into a soft and harmless cat.

"You should rest first." Sisley looked at the old father's pale face, but still couldn't hold back her heart, and turned her head away.

She stood up.

"Good night. We can talk tomorrow."

—and tomorrow?

Bruce looks immobile on the surface, but his heart is turbulent.

After Sisley left, he and Alfred looked at each other until the bell that symbolized 01:30 rang in the room, thawing the two awkwardly stiff people.

"How does she..." Bruce lifted the hem of his flannel pajamas and worked on the hastily covered scrape on his knee.

"She's very clever, Master Bruce."

Alfred handed him a bottle of blood coagulation spray, "Don't underestimate her, she is also a member of the Wayne family."

——Not angry anymore?

Ken asked.

"Angry." Sisley gritted her teeth patiently, but still couldn't help but said in a cold voice.

She knew that being Batman was a responsibility and obsession that Bruce could never let go of. Gotham was his city and the treasure that the Dark Knight cared about.

She was just angry that he would suffer a more serious injury than a small fight, and at the same time, she was very, very angry at herself for not being able to protect him in the first place.

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Mephisto: Chirp!

She stepped over the wreckage of the bridge, closed the door, and went back to the bed, curled up in a ball of nightgown hair, until Ken's arm came out of nowhere and forced Sisley to stretch, and was wrapped in a hug .

Ken took off his overalls, and Sisley leaned against his warm chest in a black T-shirt, feeling how the soft fabric pressed against her cheeks, and listening to his strong, soothing heartbeat, sleepiness slowly came to him.

Ken's hands were brushing her long hair again and again, his consciousness like the calm wind in the night.

- You're overreacting, take it easy.

"Why do people I care about get hurt in the end?" Sisley stared blankly at a shadow in the room, "I don't like this, I hate this."

—Everyone has their own life, Sisley, you can only do your best and accept the result.

Sisley buried herself deeper in his arms.

"I was terrified to take it."

--I know.

Wet marks flickered from the corners of her eyes, blotted out on Ken's T-shirt, and were carefully covered back into the dark by him.

"I always felt that...protecting them was the only thing I could do."

--Won't.

"I only have them."

Sisley's voice got lower and lower.

--you have me.

Ken replied as usual.

Sisley was already immersed in dreamland.Only now did the girl fade away from the inexplicable melancholy, her eyelashes left fine shadows under her eyes, and she slept soundly, occasionally whimpering like a kitten, like a beautiful and fragile doll.

The big Sisley stared at the small Sisley, infected by sleepiness, and could not help closing her eyes. In her dream, she saw white butterflies, pines and cypresses in early May, and the sky just after it rained .

The next morning, Sisley was about to get up in a daze when she suddenly noticed an extra hand on her shoulder.

The hand slipped down and landed on her arm, and within a few tenths of a second, she quickly read from the skin-to-skin contact that this was Abaddon.

—and was then overwhelmed by his bloody memories of New Haven.

Sisley: .

It is impossible to stay in bed now.

Due to the sharing of information, Ken and Abaddon woke up one after another. The three Sisleys stared wide-eyed. Has "transmitted" to her 90.00% nine of the important information.

He lovingly hugged Sisley by the waist, and pressed her to his chest like a cat, nose to nose, eyes to eyes.

Sisley saw that there were stars and symbols of the universe in his eyes, and by the way, she was shocked by the beauty again.

"You have to be careful." Abaddon said with a smile. "I've been dealing with some messy little troubles in New Haven, but it will be fine soon. You just need to protect yourself during this time."

"Where's Mephisto?" Sisley touched his goat's horns curiously, feeling the cool and smooth touch of the scales for a while.

"She had a little conflict with the clown," Abaddon said casually. "Apparently, clown's blood tastes better."

Sisley understood.

The brunette put her on a chair and started picking out jewelry and a dress for her today.

He showed a very uncharacteristic enthusiasm in dressing her up, and he didn't want to interrupt Sisley's wild thoughts, and the superimposed effect of the two Sisleys was even worse.

Abaddon's vest was temporarily removed, and now it was time for the two Sisleys to satisfy each other and play each other's dress-up games.

When changing to the last black dress with a small fragrant style, Sisli suddenly called to stop.

"I have to go find my father." She opened her ice blue eyes with a displeased expression.

The black-haired beauty also picked up her vest again, put it on her body, and buttoned it firmly.

"I can follow you and guide you." Abaddon whispered with interest, "Let him remember not to break his promise."

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This was the first time Abaddon entered Sisley's mind space, and it took her longer to get used to Abaddon than Mephisto.

Similar to Ken's consciousness, but not completely identical, Abaddon is a silent valley, a grove under the moonlight, and a gray smoke. It is not so much silence as it is that the senses have completely lost their judgment.

Sisley moved her numb fingers uncomfortably, and realized that 15 minutes had passed.

--Feel sorry.

This is a consciousness as cold as Abaddon's smoke.

Sisley patted Abaddon.

She started heading towards the old father's bedroom.

Bruce only slept for an hour, yet he was as awake as if he had slept for seven or eight hours.The red ribbon is in Arkham, and the clown is also in Arkham. An hour ago, the red ribbon sent the clown to the emergency room again, and she herself will be locked up for twelve hours.

It's their job for these two lunatics to fight each other, and Bruce likes to see it on the premise of not destroying Gotham.

He just wasn't ready for how to explain it to his daughter.

Bruce doesn't want to hurt her, and he can't push her away.He failed completely in the first attempt in the past, worse in the second and third, and couldn't do it anymore in the fourth attempt.

Sisley's slender fingers, Sisley's unconscious smile, and Sisley's blue eyes, which were similar to his but full of innocence and melancholy.

The result now is that she guessed it.

Alfred was not present, and he thoughtfully left a separate space for the father and daughter to talk.

"Dad." Sisley's voice came faintly from outside the door, "Can I come in?"

"Come in." Bruce said quietly.

Under his gaze, with a creak, a beautiful little head popped out from behind the door, and his little daughter showed him a silly smile.

Bruce: ...?

This doesn't seem to be the same as the cold atmosphere he simulated.

Still, he let her in as seriously as possible, and sat on the chair opposite him.

But one direction went wrong, and the rest couldn't be serious. Before starting the formal communication, Bruce even helped her adjust the height of the seat.

Now Sisley is sitting upright on the chair, looking at him. She changed her braided hair style today, and she looks more natural and obedient.

Are you sure this will work?Sisley poked Abaddon.

--I am sure.

Abaddon let her poke, and replied firmly.

Sunlight penetrated into the room from the study window, and Sisley and Abaddon didn't even take a second to communicate.In the silence, she spoke first.

"Dad," she said.

Bruce pursed his lips and responded, quickly guessing in his heart what she would ask——

"Ken could come from New York."

Sisley's tone was innocent, and she suggested sincerely, "Do you remember Ken? Ken is very powerful. If you are always hurt, he can protect you at any time."

A second later, Sisley, Ken, and Abaddon admired the old father's beautiful face-changing speed together.Bruce's face turned from white to blue, from green to black, and from black to darker again.

The black goat king in hell can play tricks, fast, ruthless, accurate, and pay back damage.

Sisley tried her best to hold back her laughter until her trembling palms.

"No need." Bruce refused in a deep voice. Sisley realized his surprise at this moment, and her meticulous logical thinking was instantly destroyed by her.

"Really?" She took advantage of the victory to pursue, "But Ken is really powerful, with him around, you won't get hurt."

"real."

Bruce said with a sullen face, every word.

In the space of consciousness, a sea of ​​joy flooded.Ken held the popcorn this time, without the slightest sense of being the protagonist of the cue; Abaddon shared a bucket with him, and ate while listening, laughing until he hit the ground.

Sisley decided to add one last shot, "Ken is my friend—"

"Sisley." Her father took a silent breath, "This is my fault, but I don't need help."

Sisley: Watch.

"... Well, if you really want to, you can invite him to visit occasionally, but only as a guest."

Batman finally gave in stiffly.

Sisley cheered, jumped up from the chair, and jumped happily at the old father, becoming a qualified waist pendant.