The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley was awakened by a piercing pain.

She opened her eyes, and the clown was sitting across from her, throwing a remote control device in his hand, as light as juggling.

He probably heard her sudden messy breathing, and in the next second, he met Sisley's anxious gaze and smiled maliciously.

"Look—" He stopped the throwing action, pointed to Sisley and her feet, "It took me a long time to set up, a little hot firework, as a welcome back salute, Batman Will love this."

Following his words, Sisley felt dizzy and frightened uncontrollably.Fear—this is a strange emotion for her, but it bumps up uncontrollably and grows savagely, Sisley is almost forced to perceive it, just as at this moment, the clown came over and dragged her hair, forcing her to look at the black powder and the mountain of bombs that fell to her feet.

I'm going to tell dad.Sisley thought, she slightly moved the hand behind her that was about to lose consciousness.

The pain came from there, she glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, it was a pair of sharp and winding iron thorns, which were currently tied to her wrist, as long as she moved, the iron thorns would bind her The tighter it is, the harder the spikes stuck in the flesh will bleed.

"I don't like fireworks." Sisley said with half-closed eyes.

"Little beauty." The clown graciously forgave her rudeness, "The explosion is a salute to Chaos, and it is what this city needs. Rest assured, you will only be bombed to the sky, not like the city." Like everyone else in the..." He forced two laughs out of his throat strangely, and refused to finish his sentence.

"I'm beautiful and shouldn't be blown up."

Sisley opened her eyes and looked at him; the clown touched both of her eyes, especially the one pierced by a needle, and seemed to like it very much.

"You're right." He said slowly after touching, "But it depends on what Batman will choose. Is it a quarter of the city's population, or Bruce Wayne's baby?" Daughter—he's going to give Batman a lot of money, don't you think?"

Sisley thought about her old father's Batarang, Batmobile, Batsuit, Batcloak, Batclaw, and Batcave, and fell silent untimely.

"Why don't you talk, little beauty? Are you scared?"

The clown's rough fingertips scratched across Sisley's face, creating a large swath of bright red floating marks.She leaned back uncomfortably, and answered truthfully.

"My head hurts."

The buzzing sound echoed in her mind, as if someone had turned on a high-power sonic jammer, causing Sisley's thinking space to become chaotic.She is like a lonely radio, only hearing the "click" in her head as she keeps tuning.

"My head hurts too, little beauty." The clown showed a fake crying face, and then quickly smiled slyly, "I guess that's how it works, doesn't it?"

Sisley listened quietly, as he wiped away the physical tears that had stimulated her eyes.

"Look at your friend, I think this equipment is extraordinary." Seeing Sisley staring at him intently, the clown whispered, if he didn't listen to the content, he would look like a child showing off toys.

Then, his tone became vicious, "She is really an overly stubborn beast. It's not difficult to give her loyalty to me, but she won't, so I have no choice but to... I can only..."

Suddenly, he turned Sisley's face and made her look towards the edge of the roof.

Sisley has been confronting the clown since she woke up automatically, she doesn't have the energy and sensitivity to pay attention to things in the distance; but now, she looked there without blinking, and in the gap between the crowd, she saw A red ribbon fluttered past every now and then.

"Did you see it?" The clown asked close to her ear, like a sticky poisonous snake.

Sisley lowered her eyes, her fingers were trembling behind her back, she pressed her fingertips straight to the sharp thorns of the iron thorn, so that it would no longer tremble.

"No." She said softly, "Who is that?"

The clown didn't seem to expect her to answer like this, but he didn't care, and continued talking on his own.

"They gave me a device and said it would be good against your 'friends', did you see the red ribbon? She's only at [-] percent of her power, any one of my men can easily Grabbing her ribbon tightly...but I'm very surprised." The clown quietly observed Sisley with his cold eyes, "Why did she risk her life to save you?"

The iron thorn completely pierced through the fingertips at this moment, Sisley moved on the seat, her eyelids closed, and then blinked again quickly.

"I don't know, I don't know her." Sisley and the clown looked at each other, trying not to look away, trying to calm down.

Calm, she thought, calm, even when fear started to make her heart beat wildly, even if she had to clench her teeth to hold back a scream.

The clown looked at her suspiciously for a few times, not sure whether he believed it or not, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth sinisterly.

"Brilliant," he said, "a dog that has been abandoned by its former owner will one day find its new owner."

"And you?" he asked again, "do you think you won't leave the old master who abandoned you, too?"

"I have no master."

Sisley replied, slightly lifting her finger from the iron thorn, she felt better now—just a little, intentionally restraining herself from looking at the section of red ribbon that was overwhelmed by the crowd.

"No, you have." The Joker continued in that obnoxious tone. "You have, you have that light in your eyes that you believe you won't leave. Is it Batman? Or your father?"

"..."

"So it's more Batman," the Joker concluded. "You like Batman. It's rare that a guy from another city likes Batman. No one in Gotham City likes Batman."

"But you know what?"

With raging malice, the clown pressed close to Sisley's ear, speaking in a sweet and vicious tone.

"For his city, Batman will sacrifice everything, including those who admire him, including his own assistant, and now you; he will not come to save you, because he can't find me in the city. Biggest bomb."

"His assistant?"

Sisley suddenly reacted.

"You're not from Gotham, I remembered." The clown thoughtfully pulled Sisley up, who was about to slide off the chair, and the iron thorn scraped off a layer of her flesh, and she held back the pain Phew, almost bit the tip of my tongue.

"Of course Batman doesn't care about his little assistant, none of them can be him, so one day, he was too busy saving Gotham to take care of his rash little assistant."

A vague memory suddenly popped up in Sisley's mind. When Dick played with her in New York on the first day, he mentioned that the family was the second and third brothers; but when she arrived in Gotham, it seemed that Tim was the second brother. .

She didn't think Dick had made a slip of the tongue then.

In her mind, she quickly searched for the understanding of DC, and her face sank little by little.

"You—" Sisley gritted her teeth and asked, "You—killed him?"

What the clown gave her back was a series of crazy and happy laughter.

Bruce Wayne had always known Sisley's vulnerability, and everyone who had met her knew it.

She's just a normal girl, more fragile and more perishable, without armor or luck.

When a bullet passes through the heart, blood will splash out.

She would then become a cold, lifeless body, a hapless victim, a dead body buried deep in the ground.

"Her signal appeared, and this time it was stable."

In the headset, Tim rushed to report.

But Batman was destined to be unable to arrive. He searched one place after another in the city where the clown might have placed the bomb. In the bloody night wind, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He's joined by a team of criminals even more sociopathic than the Joker, and they split into two, leaving Batman alone.

a quarter of the population.he thinks.

A quarter, and clowns never joke about that.

"You know what? I think Batman has made his choice."

Sisley felt that her blood was about to run dry, her body was hot and cold, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and she fell into a short-lived semi-comatose state.

In her hazy vision, the Joker seemed to slowly raise a gun.

He had a smile on his face, but his tone was full of regret.

"Look at you, little beauty, neither screaming nor trying to escape, you have been sitting here obediently, I saw it, I like you very much. But, it's like this, I—hate being threatened the most."

He took a few steps back, and the black muzzle of the gun aimed at Sisley's heart from afar.

"They say they want to make a deal with me, but at your cost. I, 'must', hand you over to them intact, 'you can suffer a little bit, but you can't lose weight', or I'll 'make a difference' Two'. Oh, little beauty, you know I--most--hate being threatened, most."

The clown stopped that exaggerated mask-like smile.

"I'll leave you a beautiful corpse." He shook his head and said softly.

"Goodbye."

When the clown pulled the trigger, Sisley suddenly woke up briefly.

She looked far away and saw the black muzzle of the gun, and she looked closer and caught the bullet.

At that moment, a thought passed through Sisley's mind, it was as fast as a bullet, she didn't even have time to grab it, the hot bullet marks had already scratched her hand.

The shadow suddenly fell, and the sound of the gun exploded in her ears.

And Sisley was intact.

She was pressed into an embrace, an embrace that was no longer familiar. His blood had decayed to the point of exuding a breath of death, splashing on her cheeks, cold and sticky.

Ken kicked open the door of the rooftop, rushed over at the limit of human speed, hugged her, and pressed her tightly into his arms.

Sisley didn't even have time to say no, the clown fired the first, second, and third shots at the man's back.

"trouble."

Amid the sudden tinnitus, she heard the clown's contemptuous voice.

Ken put his hand on her neck, caressing lovingly.He didn't intend to spread the pain to her, but he was about to die, and he still had a lot to say, a lot of worries to tell her.

"...Ken...?"

Sisley's back was soaked in sweat for an instant.Her heartbeat was almost too fast, her throat tightened, and she was shaking uncontrollably. She clearly wanted to say something, but her lips opened and closed silently.

--Do not be afraid.

Sisley's arms gradually became lighter.

Like a slow-motion shot that must appear in a movie, Ken's body staggered and knelt down in front of her.

The mask cracked into small pieces and fell to the ground, revealing his calm, serene face, his half-open blue-gray eyes, moist and empty.

Sisley felt that she was being torn in half by the scene in front of her.

Half of her heard what Ken told her clearly in the pain of the shooting, his consciousness was like a calm night wind, and he returned to Sisley's thinking space, and then he could be reshaped by her accumulated energy , repair the wound.

But at the same time, Sisley realized very clearly that another self was killed in front of her.

She let out a long, horrific scream.

Above Gotham City, among the black and gray clouds and rain that piled up on each other, a deafening thunder fell.