The end game [Zhongyingmei]

It took Bruce a step to realize that Sisley really couldn't coax her well this time.

Although his youngest daughter just glared at him at the time, she didn't show the traditional ability like other bat cubs—run away from home.

But soon, she began to become like a weak and invisible wind, which can appear on the surveillance, can appear at meal times, but never in the various paths where Bruce haunts.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was a video of her dining room-room-two points and one line in the surveillance camera, Bruce would even suspect that Wayne Manor had found no such cub.

Sisley was limply lifted out of the bed by Ken.

She was as pale as paper, though Ken wasn't much better.

The culprit, Abaddon, was sitting by the bed, wearing a pure black cloak, the collar of his shirt was wide open, and a bony hand was slowly kneading his knee joints.

It was not uncommon for Abaddon to rub the bed.

Mephisto had to stay under Arkham's cameras 24 hours a day, and even slept on the concrete floor for nearly a week; but the Lord of Hell had already received an invitation letter from New Haven, and he could move between the two areas at will. Shuttle freely.

A dilapidated apartment in hell, eyes peeking in from outside the multidimensional space, riots and battles ready to happen at any time, led Abaddon to return to Wayne Manor for vacation every day after finishing his dirty work.

On the first day, he still wanted to go out to look for food by himself, but soon, Abaddon found that, except Sisley's bedroom, he could freely enter and leave, and the other places were full of holy water and the smell of the cross.

So he settled for the next best thing, had a full meal outside, and only slept at home, and Sisley would subsidize him with a bite of the cake she secretly brought up from time to time.

The problem is that the dirty work that the Lord of Hell does is just too dirty.

The three Sisleys were sleeping on the bed. They were fine at first, but when they fell asleep, some of them would have dishonest hands and feet, holding the other self in their arms like a doll.

After taking off the vest skin, Abaddon's dim memory was passed on to Sisley and then to Ken. The three Sisleys shivered and squeezed each other on the bed, and none of them got a good night's sleep.

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"I'm leaving." Abaddon said suddenly as he watched Ken comb her hair.

The reflection in the mirror reflected the handsome and beautiful face of the black-haired young man. He looked at Sisley quietly, like a cat with different eyes whose tail drooped in frustration.

Sisley could read clearly, one of his eyes was written with "Lack" and the other with "Sense".

She couldn't help being amused by her other self.

"Go early and come back early." Sisley comforted her.

When Abaddon heard her answer, the expression on his face was much brighter than before.

He stretched out a clenched hand towards Sisley from a distance, opened his palm in her gaze, and released a pocket-sized black crow.

When Sisley turned her attention to the black crow, the figure of the black-haired youth disappeared into the air inch by inch.

After a while, Sisley gradually stopped smiling.

She rested her empty hand on the dresser, and Ken put his own on hers, hugging her vaguely.Sisley leaned her head back against his neck, staring blankly at herself in the mirror.

The girl with black hair and blue eyes was also looking back at her, and it took Sisley a while to realize that the girl's eyes were full of fear.

Like a lake under ice.

"Are we all going to be okay?" she asked Ken in a low voice, as if asking herself.

Ken clasped her fingers as gently as he could, then gradually deepened.

This was the first time Ken didn't answer her question directly.He squeezed his hand tightly, and Sisley took a deep breath, grateful for the pain from the bottom of her heart.

Mephisto took her lust and anger, Abaddon her ruthlessness and contempt, but Sisley still felt like she was remembering the past.

She was like a piece of white paper in a storm, trying to dodge but could not escape the fate of being wet and polluted.

Abaddon confuses them, watchful eyes appear one after another in New Haven, not Gotham, not Wayne Mansion.

But Abaddon was only one person.

Since last night, Sisley has often experienced certain hallucinations. She seems to see the stone statue in the corner blinking at her, or the smoke that has been burned by the fire is pulsating again in the bag. Sisley can’t even tell the difference. Those are not dreams.

—Let’s have a cup of coffee.

Ken's mind wrapped around Sisley's, trying to calm her down.

Sisley agreed.

The girl pursed her lips, stumbled into her clothes, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out.

The corridors were empty, Wayne Mansion was sleeping.Sisley walked slowly towards the restaurant by herself, and the cold handrails flowed under her palm, making her feel better.

She opened the kitchen door and prepared to make herself a cup of espresso.Sisley relaxed a little as the bright daylight fell on the kitchen floor, and she reached for the sugar cube bowl in the cupboard.

But she didn't touch the pale blue porcelain that was supposed to be there.

It was something slimy, warm.

Sisley paused, her gaze moved upwards.

The next second, she burst into a piercing scream.

The antique sugar cube bowl crackled and fell to the ground, and the white sugar hit the ground, all scattered on the floor tiles.

In this peaceful early morning, everyone in the Wayne mansion was awakened by this horrible scream.Within seconds, Damian, in his pajamas and with his hair curled up, was jumping down the stairs and heading for the kitchen, followed by a pale Tim, and then Batman as he scrambled into his nightgown.

With a "boom", Damian kicked open the closed door of the kitchen.

"How--"

He swallowed his impatient words back into his stomach, his pupils shrank severely.

Sisley was kneeling on the floor tiles, huddled between her knees, with her face down, making her expression hard to see. It was a miserable gesture of self-protection.

There was blood everywhere in the kitchen, and countless pieces of porcelain were inserted into her arms and legs in a deep and weird way. The dark red stream mixed with the white powdered sugar looked like some kind of weird artwork .

And she was convulsing uncontrollably, her breathing was disordered and abnormal, even when they poured into the kitchen, she was still screaming in a low voice.

In silence, Bruce brushed aside all of them and walked towards Sisley.

His fists were clenched tightly in shock and anger, almost trembling slightly.Damian and Tim had to stand aside, watching Bruce kneel on the ground and help Sisley up.

Contrary to Bruce's expectation, Sisley did not subconsciously resist, she followed him obediently, like a doll.

When she was supported and raised her head, everyone present was stunned.

The girl opened her originally beautiful ice-blue eyes. On her eyeball, besides a large bruise, there was also a spot of blood. The blood couldn't stop, and drop after drop rolled down Sisley's eye socket.

The vigilantes in the bat den have more or less seen similar scenes, on the bodies of victims who were tortured and killed, in dark warehouses, and under the cold river water.

Her wound was stabbed with a needle.

Bruce wanted to hold Sisley to his feet immediately, but Sisley was covered in shards of porcelain, and if he moved her, she would definitely hurt her even more.

"I'll come." Damian said suddenly.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy walked over and picked her up easily. His movements were not gentle, but he was still very careful.In the corridor, no one took the initiative to speak, only the sound of Sisley breathing.

Her long hair brushed Damian's arms and her face was tilted towards him like a dying cat with silky fur.

Damian stares at her for a moment, then puts her on the bed.

This time Bruce and Alfred walked in, and the door closed behind them.

In the thick silence, Damian and Tim glanced at each other.Waiting itself was meaningless, they went back to the Batcave together and called up the monitoring.

In the surveillance, Sisley walked into the kitchen.Her complexion didn't look very good, and she looked more and more demure and pale in the morning light, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.

The monitoring was played at the original speed, and she started to make coffee. When she was about to finish, she seemed to remember something, and turned to look for sugar cubes in the cupboard.

Tim and Damian stared intently at the screen.

Sisley in the surveillance was visibly stunned after touching something in the cupboard.

Tim pauses the monitor, switches to negative triple speed, and resumes playback.

The girl stood on tiptoe and glanced cautiously inside.

The sugar bowl fell to the ground and stabbed her all over at a strange angle.

The white dress was dyed red in an instant, but Sisley still stared at the cupboard, as if she saw the most terrifying thing in the world inside, she couldn't even stand, and knelt down, kneeling in the broken porcelain, like a statue.

There was silence in the cupboard.

A few seconds later, the kitchen door was kicked open.

Monitoring can end here.

Sisley is not mentally ill, not to mention that the wound in her eye was indeed caused by external force.

Damian and Tim looked at each other, and tried to review it in their minds, but felt that the monitoring made things more confusing.

In Arkham Asylum, Mephisto's eyelids twitched uneasily.

It has been more than two weeks since she left Sisley, and her only chance to be upright was when the Arkham criminals escaped collectively, but that time, Mephisto wanted to check the past information, and she failed go back.

Sisley, who was dressed in rose skin, missed her fragrant and soft self very much.

She has no network of connections in this prison, and can only hear a few crazy words from the clown's mouth: Mephisto never wanted to associate with the lunatics in Gotham when he killed people, especially here.

Maybe there are many people who want to pry into her story, but she is locked on the top floor of Arkham, and the only neighbor is the clown.

Since the last "cooperation" riot, the clown has talked to her more, although most of them are non-nutritive trash talk, either pretending to accuse her of sucking him so hard, or telling her endlessly about him story — outright falsehood — and then tried to brainwash her.

Once or twice, Mephisto could see inexplicable killing intent in his eyes, which would soon be suppressed by greater interest.

The Joker seems to regard her as his property, and the red ribbon enough to ravage Gotham is the hound he longs to tame.

"Little beauty." He knocked on the railing and called her again, "Who are you thinking about?"

While being overwhelmed by his amazing insight, Mephisto lay there unmoved, not even tensing his muscles.

The clown seemed determined to get an answer out of her this time; but as soon as he started, three guards came from the corridor and stopped in front of his cell door.

"You're being visited." Mephistopheles heard one of the guards whisper, "Get down and be quiet."

It will never be his mother who can visit the clown in prison. Out of curiosity, the clown obediently did so.He was escorted out of the corridor, during which he exchanged glances with Mephisto.

The clown loves the eyes of the red ribbon. When they stare at him, they always show a calm and longing look, which looks clean and pleasing.

"wait me back."

He turned around and mouthed, and was slightly staggered by the guards.

Mephisto lay back on her spot, and after half an hour, maybe more, the orange-red prison uniform and the clown's bright green hair appeared in her vision.

He was escorted back down the corridor by the guards again and thrown into his own cell.

"Are you waiting for me?" The clown pretended to be surprised, "Oh, little beauty, have you been waiting for me for a long time? Are you heartbroken?"

Mephisto: ...

Mephisto stared at him until the clown felt something was wrong as he spoke, his voice faded, and he shut up obediently.

After a while, his desire to survive ebbed at the speed of light, and his vile playfulness resurfaced again. He pressed his face against the cell railing, squeezed out of shape, and went to see Mephisto.

"Little Beauty,"

Sensing her attention, the clown giggled strangely, his tone was light and mysterious, "We're here to do the work! A little chaos... a little bit of blitz is exactly what she needs, isn't it?"

Just like people sometimes have a hard time communicating with another person, but they always like to talk a lot to their cats and dogs. His thief boat was tied and tied.

With Mephisto's character design, of course she would not ask what kind of job she is, let alone say "good" or "bad". The purple-haired beauty fiddled with her curly hair, like a lazy dog ​​or cat, He fell back to the original place and did not move.

The clown looked at her and suddenly closed his mouth.

If the red ribbon closes the eyes, Gotham does not know how many men will fall under her pomegranate skirt.

Unfortunately, after opening his eyes, the red ribbon is an evil spirit descending on the world, a beast that needs to be killed urgently.

"Then it's settled."

He finally grinned to himself, sticking out his tongue to lick his teeth.

Sisley had a splitting headache and let out a low sigh.She opened her eyes, just facing the tired old father beside the bed.

Hearing the sound of her waking up, Bruce quickly looked up from what he was busy at hand, observing her reaction calmly.

The girl's hands and feet were wrapped in white bandages. She was pitiful and frightening. With her dazed expression and stretched heart that was unwilling to be quiet, she looked like a little mummy that had escaped halfway.

The needle prick in her eye was not serious, and the bruised blood just looked horrifying, and did not really damage her eyesight. Rather than hurting her, it was more like some kind of warning.

"What's wrong with me?"

Sisley touched her arm for a long time, and finally asked timidly.

Bruce: A question mark slowly pops up.

His youngest daughter was sitting on the bed, with a funny plaster on her face, looking at him innocently with two eyes, one was still beautiful ice blue, and the other was covered with traces of phantom pain.

Even Batman couldn't accept this sudden change. He and his daughter looked at each other, quietly hiding their emotions, and asked her back.

"Don't you remember what happened this morning?"

Great, so it's noon or even afternoon.Sisley rubbed her aching temple, trying to remember what she had done.

It's not weird, but she has very vague and jumpy memories of everything that happened today. It seems that at some point her eyes went black and she fainted.

"do not remember."

Sisley replied without defense, stretched out five fingers curiously, looked around in the air before putting them down.

"Sorry, Dad, did I break something before I passed out?"

Bruce felt a tightness in his throat.

Almost subconsciously, he didn't want Sisley to know what was going on.

"You're in a pile of shards of sugar bowl," he murmured half-truthfully. "Before today, did you have symptoms similar to hypoglycemia?"

His little daughter looked at him and shook her head obediently.

Bruce reached out to help her up, poured her a cup of warm sugar water, and put a thoughtful straw; Sisley leaned over, and began to suck water like a bird because her hands couldn't use her strength.

She suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, and tried very hard not to cough.

After feeding her half a glass of water, Bruce helped her to lie down again.Sisley sank into the snow-white soft pillow, and she became more and more slender. While touching the scars on her body, she lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a few seconds of silence, Bruce looked up from the computer screen again.He seemed to have considered it for a while, so he spoke every word very clearly and slowly.

"Would you like a present?" he asked in a low voice.

What a weird timing, apparently Sisley felt the same way.Her eyes widen in surprise, and Bruce can see himself in that clear reflection, a face that's too hard to express.

"The gift is also nice...?"

Even so, Sisley still hesitated to answer, and then saw the old father reach into the pajamas pocket, and took out a rectangular velvet box.

He opened the box, and inside was a diamond bracelet that looked especially beautiful under the light.

Sisley:!

Although she didn't know why the old father had another episode of control, Sisley thoughtfully didn't expose it, and didn't want to make him sad.She stretched out a wrist that was still wrapped in bandages, and asked her old father to put on this Batman bracelet that was stuffed with an unknown number of locators, sirens, and listeners.

After he lightly fastened the buckle, Sisley shook her arm and commented pertinently.

"very nice."

After fastening the bracelet on her, Bruce's face obviously softened a lot.

It is similar to Sisley's guess, and even more precise. This bracelet has a special magnetic pole customized for the buckle alone. Unless it is unlocked with the only magnetic key in the world, it will not work even if it is cut with a laser. open.

He had already lost Sisley once, and he had chewed on the back of his tongue over and over again that kind of dark pain, and how many years she had been away, he had been sad for so many years.

When he tasted the fear gas for the first time, Bruce saw the alley and his defenseless self in the first half of the night, and the second half of the night was full of Sisley's appearance and Jason's appearance, and they looked at him resentfully The eyes, and the distorted and deformed body; the figures twisted rapidly in the air, and Bruce looked at the void, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

Perhaps it was just a trick of fate that his beloved children always left one after another.

"Father!" Sisley called him suddenly, "Can you come here?"

Worried that she was dissatisfied with the bracelet, Bruce approached as promised.

"Closer." Sisley wrote, "Closer—"

She estimated the distance, swallowed the brief pain caused by the sudden raising of her arm, and threw herself back into the solid and reliable arms of her old father without reservation.

"Okay." The girl said, like a bird chirping innocently, and also like a silent reconciliation and comfort.

"Don't be sad."

Bruce caught her firmly, and Sisley's hot little face was pressed against his shoulder. At this moment, the old father's heart was unbelievably soft, like being soaked in a hot spring in a winter night.

He couldn't help lowering his head, and touched the girl's hairy head with his chin.

Sisley: *love*

This hard-won silence was broken with three knocks on the door, and Alfred walked in from the door, showing her a gentle smile.

"I'm glad to see you're awake, Miss Sisley," said the old housekeeper, "Please allow me to borrow Master Bruce for five minutes, and we'll be back soon."

Of course, Sisley had nothing to object to. She lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes, so she didn't see it. When the door was about to close, the silver-haired old housekeeper couldn't see the expression on his face that was almost dripping with ink.

Arkham fucked again.

And Batman didn't come back after 5 minutes.

The sound of machine guns shooting at the building was loud, mixed with the clown's crazy laughter, and the whole Arkham was in a mess. It hadn't recovered from the last serious injury. This time, the madman in the green-haired purple suit was tossing Even more powerful.

Wearing the same crude clown masks, his subordinates either stood with their heads bowed, or ran away and began to slaughter, but all of them showed some kind of fanatical admiration and panic for clowns.

Only Mephisto stood beside her, showing a ready-to-move hunting posture, and the red ribbon fluttered left and right behind her, as if there was no such a big living person around her.

"Don't ignore me." The clown took the time to turn around and teased her, "You have plenty of time to hunt, but chaos is only open tonight...See?"

Mephisto: Say it again?

The smell of blood and smoke in the air is so thick that it makes people's noses itch. Mephisto has long been unable to suppress the red ribbon's desire for malice. The only thing she can control now is to prevent the ribbons from plunging into the chaotic and evil leader next to him. How did the clown manage to break out of prison again in less than a week?

Setting up Arkham is not as simple as eating and drinking water, it must go through careful arrangements and plans, and there must be enough manpower and ammunition; this time the scale is bigger and crazier than the last time, It even looks like it's just the beginning.

Mephisto believes that the clown is an invincible evil spirit in Gotham, but she doesn't believe that the clown will "keep his hands" during the last escape.

"Ah." The clown wondered if he could see her confusion.

With his back turned to her, his voice was oily and deep, "How is it? My brand new partner, the conditions are very simple..."

A creepy laugh escaped from his trembling throat.

"Haha...! No one can force me to do something I don't want to do, but their terms are very interesting, very interesting, and I like it."

Mephisto's eyes were blank, and he turned on the maximum power to throw his unnutritious madness out of his head.

In the eyes of the clown, she is the one who is eager to move towards this piece of hell on earth. The red ribbon is swaying around her body, like a cat preparing to prey.

"Go." The clown finally let go, "Have fun, but don't forget to come here, the good show will begin soon."

He didn't know what he thought of, he giggled again, licked his lips, and then he was threateningly wrapped around the place that smelled of blood twice with the red ribbon inserted in every stitch, and then his whole body tightened, leading his people Quickly left Arkham.

For some reason, Mephisto always had a bad premonition in his heart.

The lilac-haired woman was back in her evening gown, and the ribbons were all waiting for a feast.

She simply didn't think about it, turned the synchronization rate to the highest, and began to eat snacks happily, popsicles, sips, seafood, sashimi, and wild vegetable juice, all of them sipping on such a meal.

The happiness of the red ribbon is as simple as that: build on the pain of others.

On the other side, Sisley was also eating snacks.

She was placed in the infirmary in the Batcave, lying comfortably on the bed.The infirmary itself is comparable to the configuration of a serious hospital, and even has very qualified hospital beds. Although Sisley touched the snow-white fabric, she felt that no one had used it.

Even though Bruce never came back after saying "I'll be back in 5 minutes", Sisley didn't ask why the old father didn't keep his word. After all, Mephisto suddenly started swiping the screen. Where is the big deal going on again.

Gotham is Batman's city, and he will not allow anyone to try to destroy her, nor will he allow innocent lives to be killed by evil.

And Sisley understood.

If you put the trolley problem in front of Batman, he is the kind of person who will use his body to compete with the train; perhaps it should be said that superheroes are like this, no matter what the nuance of the position, they will always fight. Do everything in your power to save lives in danger.

Sisley respected them.

She knew what pain tasted like, what it was like before death; it was a horrible experience, and she knew it deeply.

Thinking of this, she took a painkiller, tried to stop the sudden headache, and began to tear open the bag of marshmallows with her bandaged hands.At this moment, Sisley heard a dull ringing of the doorbell.

The voice seemed to come from far away, and it rang tirelessly. Sisley called Alfred's name a few times, but the old butler was not there; neither were Tim and Damian.

The doorbell was getting louder and louder, and it was almost unbearable for Sisley.

She had no choice but to stand up from the bed, leave the bat cave, and go to the mansion to open the door by herself.

The sky outside seemed to be already dark, and the light in the Wayne mansion was dim. Sisley had to squint her eyes to identify the stairs for a while before stepping up.

Finally, she walked in front of the heavy wooden door and opened it.

The doorbell stopped, and so did her headache.

Sisley's blood was cold, she heard the sound of her heart beating wildly, pounding against her throat, she was seized by the dizziness, she couldn't stand steadily, and took a few steps back.

A gust of evening wind with the scent of orange blossoms drifted by, the door of Wayne Mansion was ajar, and the person who opened the door was nowhere to be seen.

Sisley felt that at this moment, she had a very long dream.She stumbled and walked in the dark, turning around in many places.The crowd stopped occasionally and mostly shoved her.She went back and forth between dreams and reality for a long time, completely unable to recognize people's names and expressions.

She didn't know, far away in the bat cave, how horrifying she was when she suddenly appeared, disappeared, and reappeared suddenly.

Right now, Sisley only felt that the inexplicable uneasiness was getting worse.

"hey-hey……"

Sisley heard a person chattering in her ear, "So you are also a little beauty, you look really iconic... Do you know that?"

Eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes, and faced a face covered with bright oil paint.

This face was smiling maliciously at Sisley, expecting her reaction.

"Hello?"

She moved weakly and nearly fell off the chair.

The effect of the painkillers had worn off, and the clown also took off her bandages, and now every wound on her was exposed to the air, painful and itchy, and her whole toes were tense in pain.

"I forgot." The clown held her face in his hands, watched it carefully for a while, and suddenly removed the plaster she had stuck to the corner of her mouth, causing Sisley to tremble from the pain.

"Don't you know who I am?" He sniffed the ointment, and touched Sisley's face that was oozing blood again.To his surprise, the girl just shed a lot of physical tears from the pain, but she didn't have any fear of him.

This is somewhat similar to the red ribbon, but it is also very different, but it is always more interesting than her idiot-like father, the richest man in Gotham.

"Aren't you a native of Gotham, little beauty?" The clown pulled another strand of Sisley's long hair, sniffed and sniffed, "I guess you're not from Gotham, otherwise you should be crying right now Woke up."

Sisley looked at him quietly. The clown's ability to talk to himself was very strong. It didn't take him a while to guess her bright face in this world.

"Little beauty, it's your turn now."

He stopped suddenly.

"Start with the eyes."

"I don't remember." Sisley said frankly.The clown observed her for a while, and found that she didn't get angry after lying, but burst into a burst of shocking laughter.

"That's a good answer." He said with satisfaction, "The next question—would you rather die ten people or a hundred people?"

"I don't make that kind of decision."

The clown laughed even louder, and the physiological tears from his laughter flowed down his chin and dripped on Sisley's wound, which was hot and painful.

"You know what?" he imitated intermittently, in a voice that half-laughed, "Someone wants me to tie you up, torture you, and give you to them."

As he spoke, his tone became cold again.

"They gave a lot, believe me, a lot ... enough to buy the city."

Sisley:?

The kidnappers share top-secret wealth stories with you online, who can resist this.

But the Joker is not over yet.

His tone grew colder, and nervous laughter began to join the fray.

"I don't like being told what to do and what not to do, sweetie. Especially when I haven't played enough, you understand? So I've decided to break the contract, I won't do what they tell me to do, This is my opening alone."

Sisley tried to show a polite smile, her brain was swollen and dizzy, and she didn't even realize that she was talking, chattering or staying silent, until a knife was pressed against her cheek, maliciously slide gently.

The blade gently sank into Sisley's freshly clotted wound, as gently as a scalpel.She clenched her fists tightly, her fingers turned white. She thought that the clown was going to physically torture her for a while, but he stopped after making two or three strokes, and took out other things from his suit inner pocket. s things.

"Fear gas." He said with a smile, stretched out his hand in front of Sisley, and squeezed open the small gas bottle that can spread the gas with his bare hands.The hydraulic valve opened, and green poisonous gas sprayed her head and face.

in an instant.Everything was gone before Sisley's eyes. She wanted to concentrate on listening to what the clown had to say, but an indescribable and unreasonable fear attacked her.

The clown stood up, watching her slightly trembling and convulsing on the chair, remembering that Mephisto likes to suck people with fear and sin in their blood, so he replenished the amount of poison gas again, watching Sisley seem to be Treat the piglets that have been slaughtered, cleaned and fed.

"What did you see?" He squatted down full of mischief, and put his ear against her lips, listening for an answer.

"Nothing at all."

Sisley trembled and said softly.

She wasn't lying, and neither could anyone affected by the gas.

Wherever she entered her eyes, what Sisley could see was darkness.

From the time she could remember, she spent the long years in that darkness. Sisley was like an abandoned stone in the universe, floating there silently forever, without light, sound, or anything. .

The function of the poisonous gas began to work in her body, and Sisley felt that she was above a thousand skyscrapers, or that she was riding a roller coaster, going uphill and downhill for a while.She jumped up from the chair, and the clown laughed out of nothingness in her eyes, as if she was watching a kitten with transparent glue on its feet kicking helplessly.

"This is just an appetizer, don't worry."

The clown stared at the girl's weak snow-white face. The cold wind blew through Sisley's blood-clogged hair. There was a long cut on her cheek, and her face was also flushed abnormally. A drop of blood stayed on the On her lips, it was hard to tell which one was brighter.

She is like a flower that has been torn apart violently, and in a limited time, she still has amazing beauty in color.

"No one will come to save you." The clown touched her face again, and said the most vicious words in the sweetest tone, "The night is still long, and I want to torture you for a while. We will have fun very good."

Arkham Asylum, Mephisto knocked down the last prisoner who wanted to resist, opened the gate of Arkham with a ribbon, and bounced between tall buildings with a speed and method comparable to monsters, "climbing" all the way like a spider Go to the place designated by the clown.

This is the roof of a dangerous apartment building. All the clown's thugs are standing by, looking down and waiting for instructions from the clown, while the clown himself is bending over to stare at a chair in the shadows, looking around at the people on the chair from time to time On the last lap, the whole person giggled and laughed nervously.

When the red ribbon landed silently, at least five guns were aimed at her position.

"Relax, relax..." The clown beckoned his minions to put down their guns, waved at Mephistopheles, beckoned her to come over, and pushed her to the chair in a way of "seeing a baby" for her people on the front.

"Look." He said mysteriously, "They want to trade her for cooperation with me. I hate fair deals, so I don't."

The man who came to visit the prison in the afternoon was a new face of Gotham. He had an obvious sense of weirdness. He sat too straight, his eyes didn't blink, and he didn't breathe. He remained a normal person from beginning to end. To tired pose.

Even his request was alluring and repulsive.

The clown was still slandering whether this man was a failed AI robot, or a dummy made somewhere, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak.

"We want the Wayne girl."

It wasn't the first day for the clown to tear up the contract, of course he readily agreed, saying one thing but doing the same thing behind his back.

On the chair, the black-haired girl closed her eyes tightly, her body was covered in blood, her head was tilted to one side, and only the faint ups and downs of her chest proved that she was still alive.

Mephisto: (pupil quake)

Mephisto: No, you didn't say I was going to deal with myself? !

from the clown