The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The incident of "Batman falling off the horse" turned the chapter in a way that Bruce hadn't expected.

Sisley really didn't seem to care much about what he would do, she only cared about whether he would get hurt, why he got hurt, who made him get hurt, and quickly brought up the name of that dangerous person in New York anytime and anywhere.

And Bruce—after Bruce tried, he still couldn't allow himself to be more tolerant of Sisley's "friend".

He's spent half his life fighting criminals and can smell the evil in the air with his eyes closed; Ken is as bad and creepy as any cold-blooded criminal in the city.

Of course, it's one thing to tease an old father, but getting Bruce to blacklist Ken completely is not what Sisley wants.

The three Sisleys met head to head and carefully studied a set of plans.

Abaddon went back to New Haven to earn his own batteries, and Sisley sat next to him, watching him while Ken planned the route.

That day, as Ken bowed his head to write, she could see his shimmering blue eyes through his overgrown blond hair.

Sisley fell asleep very early, and he didn't know what method he used to leave. In short, when he woke up the next morning, the bed was empty, and there was no one else's temperature except her.

Sisley felt uncomfortable for the first time.

She brushes her teeth, washes her face and chooses skirts alone, makes her bed and opens the window to eat breakfast alone; her thinking space becomes silent and distorted again, and there is no quiet night wind, the smell of grass and trees in the mountains, or the creek under the moonlight anymore.

Ken was by her side the longest, or rather, he was the only one who was by her side from beginning to end.

Sisley still hadn't recovered from this state when she went downstairs, and Damian turned a blind eye to her distraught. Tim was spreading jam on toast and asked her what was wrong when he saw her in surprise.

"I'm thinking of my friend." Sisley said in a low voice.

There was a sudden cough from the dining table.

Sisley looked around, and half of Bruce's face disappeared behind the mug, looking as if he accidentally choked on coffee.

Sisley also sat down at the table and began to absently calculate the time of Ken's arrival.She slightly retracted her chin, slightly curly black hair hanging on both sides of her small face, her pensive expression was slightly melancholy, but contact who she was thinking of - Batman would have a toothache when he saw it.

After forking a few things indiscriminately, Sisley flew upstairs like a light butterfly under the watchful eyes of the whole family, and soon came down with a more beautiful dress than before.

With an off-the-shoulder design and a cutout back, the dark blue accentuates her cool skin tone, with every line like the work of a sculptor.

In the eyes of the old father, it was a bit too beautiful.

None of the Wayne family rules had anything to do with everyday life, and at this moment, no curfew and no dress code made Bruce even more troublesome.

Sisley:?

Abaddon's aesthetics are Sisley's aesthetics. When he picked out this dress yesterday, Sisley fell in love with it immediately.

After finally having the opportunity to turn around and wear them today, she happily rushed downstairs, touching and touching left and right, full of repetitions of "I want to share this love for skirts with Ken".

But in the eyes of other people in the bat den, Sisley's actions were like a girl waiting for her sweetheart happily and shyly. Maomao shook her big furry tail and her eyes were shining brightly.

It's so stupid that it makes people pitiful.

Bruce: 200% dissatisfaction.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wayne Manor welcomed a completely strange visitor.

Alfred walked out to meet the guests without any leaks, and while leading Ken to the living room, he finally realized why Bruce was so resistant to Sisley meeting this person.

Every part of the 1.9-meter man is strong and strong, full of cold aggression.He was wearing dark overalls, soft brown leather shoes, and the mask on his face smelled stale even in the crevices, like a ghost in a horror movie who came out alive from the set.

"Maybe you need a cup of tea?" The old butler narrowed his eyes and spoke to the guest in a gentle tone.

Ken: Cute and headless.

He sat there without speaking or signing, except for the occasional slight head shake and the sound of breathing in the mask, like a silent statue.

Putting him in the same frame as Sisley, I don't know how many people will think at first glance that this man can strangle two Sisleys with one hand.

"Miss Sisley will come over soon, she is taking a nap." After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't respond, the old housekeeper asked, "Do you need anything else?"

Ken reacted a bit this time.It seemed that only the name Sisley was the switch that triggered him, and the blue eyes under the mask stared straight at Alfred, wondering if he would say anything more.

"—Ken!"

The door of the reception room creaked open, Sisley stepped on the sunlight outside, and ran towards this side quickly.

The smile on her face was bright and sweet, and the skirt fluttered in the wind like a jubilant bird; Ken also stretched out his arms as usual, picked her up, and put her down firmly, as proficient as if Thousands of times.

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He backed out, closed the door, and decided to come in every 10 minutes to deliver cookies and refill his cup of tea.

As soon as the door was closed, Sisley laughed and fell into the arms of her other self.

"Did you see that?" She giggled, tears running down her cheeks. "We're like a modern version of Romeo and Juliet."

-Romeo and Juliet are both played by one person.

Ken broke a cookie for her and ate it for her so carefully that none of it fell on the paper, while Sisley read her novel, pillowed in his lap.

Just lost Ken for one morning, but Sisley felt like she had lost him for half a year.

"What did you do in New York?" she asked with a smile.

—I found a safe house.Ken told her.

——In the future, on the bright side, I will be able to travel freely from New York to Gotham.

Ken has always been a model of action and courage. Sisley, who shares his memories with him, can clearly see that the two-bedroom apartment in the basement has been decorated in a decent way, with a bathroom, bathtub, cloakroom and a small kitchen. , three lilacs were planted in front of the basement door, and the light from the skylight into the room was bright enough.

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— We can go together when we have time.Ken pats her reassuringly.

New York in Ken's perspective is also different from the New York in Sisley's memory.

Sisley still remembers her impression of the sunset in New York in summer, but from Ken's perspective, New York has gradually cooled down. He walks his own way alone, doing what he should do, like an overly non-existent shadow.

Mephisto was, and so was Abaddon.

Only when Sisley is with herself can she be happiest to the greatest extent.

When Alfred went in to refill his tea, the two Sisleys had already fallen asleep.

Sisley rested her body on Ken's lap, sleeping loudly on her firm muscles.In order to sleep, Ken also took off his mask at this time, and his over-long fluffy blond hair hung down, covering his eyes, revealing a small part of his pale face.

Alfred wakes Ken but fails to wake Sisley.

Hoping that the main body could sleep for a while, Ken opened his eyes, pointed at Sisley slightly, and signaled Alfred to do the same.When the old butler finished the tea, his eyelids trembled slightly, but in the end he couldn't resist the turbulent drowsiness Sisley shared with him, he tilted his head, and fell asleep again.

Alfred stood still and looked at the handsome young man under the scary mask.

After taking off the mask, even though he and Sisley leaned crookedly together, they looked much more pleasing to the eye, as if two cats were sleeping and sleeping in one place, Sisley was a real cat, and Ken was a large leopard .

Both cats and leopards are furry.

If there is a favorability bar above the head, a 1 will slowly appear on the old housekeeper's negative favorability bar.

But for Bruce, seeing Sisley and Ken in the monitoring so tired and crooked, his blood pressure also rose again and again.

Sisley and Ken hug each other.

Bruce: .

Ken would take Sexisley's share when he stuffed himself with cookies.

Bruce: Rage charge: 10%

Sisley slid slowly into his lap and began to read, Ken stroked her long loose hair.

Bruce: Rage charge: 40%

Sisley and Ken fell asleep together, clinging to each other, stretched out.

Bruce: Rage charge: 99.99%

"Miss Sisley should have her own life." Alfred reminded softly beside him.

"But this person is dangerous." Bruce frowned, stubbornly.

"Master Bruce." The old butler put down the silver tray in his hand and looked at him, "Do you remember what happened a few days ago?"

"..."

"Miss Sisley can guess that you are Batman." Alfred said in a sigh-like voice.

Bruce understood what the old butler was saying, and he couldn't help turning his eyes back to the monitoring screen.

Sisley had been awake for a while, she rubbed Ken's face unceremoniously, woke up the innocent Ken from his dream, instructed him to light the lamp in the reception room, and brought the cookies by the way.

Ken was not angry either, he quickly broke out of his sleep, went to the other side of the room and turned on the light, brought the cookies back to the sofa, and the two Sisleys happily shared a plate, chewing and chewing.

Chew.

Bruce looked at it for a while longer.

He looked at the way Sisley and Ken got along, seeing her unabashedly happy and cute, which was a completely different attitude towards him and other people in the Batcave.When facing them, Sisley shrewdly avoided all possibilities of offending them, like a bug crawling carefully along a spider's web, avoiding any resonance.

But with Ken, everything is different; Ken is indeed a vicious leopard, but Sisley tamed him.

The evil leopard became her most loyal knight.

Thinking of this, Bruce finally felt relieved.

Ken said goodbye to Sisley in the evening and went back to his New York honestly. Bruce was relieved that he didn't really harm Batman's Gotham City.He rubbed his temples, saw Sisley reading a book reclined on the sofa by the fireplace, and suddenly wanted to talk to her.

"Sisley." The old father said in a deep voice.

Sisley:?

The little cat obediently put down the book and came to hear what the old father had to say.

"You..." Bruce said with difficulty, "If you are in a relationship, you have to protect yourself, understand?"

He thought that Sisley would either answer yes or no, but he didn't expect that she would still stare at him, her ice blue eyes still looked wet under the light, like a dazed kitten.

"I'm not in a relationship...?" He heard Sisley say in a slow, "I'm afraid my dad is not a fool" tone.

"Dad, I told you that Ken is a friend."

Bruce:?