The end game [Zhongyingmei]

If it was any young man who was beaten by life, like Peter Parker, a high school student disguised as a superhero, and only got four or five hours of sleep a day, he would tell Sisley: No, high school life is real. Not to mention fun, run away.jpg

But Sisley would only perfectly miss this message.

After inexplicably deciding on a new awakening that night, she suddenly ignited a huge enthusiasm for life. With the help of Ken's super hacking skills, she always sneaked into the kitchen and learned to cook the food she thought would appear in picnics.

"Sisley."

The old father raised his head from the sofa, carefully examined her with his steel-blue eyes, and ruthlessly gank Sisley's free jiojio that wanted to run up and down.

He said calmly, "Your body is not fully recovered yet."

Sisley: ...

Unable to refute for a while, tears of grievance flowed down.jpg

The old father and the other Robin cubs in the Batcave didn't care much about the scars left on their bodies, but after the clown took off the bandages and tortured Sisley again that day, the old father wanted to throw her in the In the pool of scar cream.

What's more, the poisonous fear gas left Sisley with a short-term short-term problem: her limbs would go weak from time to time.

For example, she went down the stairs while yawning in the morning, and suddenly slipped and crackled along the bottom of the stairs and snaked her way down—finally, when she flew out of the steps, she was grabbed by the back of her pajamas by the quick-sighted Damian, like a bird in the air. A flopping desperate cat.

The whole set of operations is smooth and smooth, no more than five seconds, which scared everyone into a cold sweat.

For another example, when she wanted to take a sip of black tea from the cup, her fingertips suddenly began to cramp severely.When Sisley wanted to put down the teacup, she had already spilled almost all the tea, and some of it fell onto her skirt, which was hot and annoying.

Gabriel landed in her bedroom with big wings flickering, and even gave her a blessing, which is one of the functions of the six-star wings-enough to remove all curses and debuffs, but Sisley still stood up when she stood up full of expectations. He staggered a few steps, almost hitting his head.

Bathed in the holy light, Gabriel's complexion was as strange as Sisley's.

—Maybe it's a physical reason.

Ken calmly reminded her.

Well, this forms a paradox.If she wants to get better, she has to exercise; but if she wants to exercise, the old father will not allow it.

Sisley: melancholy

She dragged the heavy jiojio back to the bedroom, locked the door behind her, sped herself up, and fell into her fragrant and warm blanket.Beside her, a woman with light purple curly hair and snow-skinned red lips glanced at her, then fell towards Sisley softly and hugged her into her arms.

The faces of one big and one small beauties were close to each other, and their skins touched, and they understood what was going on in an instant.

The current Mephisto doesn't see Gotham Red Rose's paradoxical and frightening reputation at all, but Sisley, a lazy cat with a rose skin, looks like she grew up on the bed of Sisley's real body.

After sharing the memory with her, Sisley couldn't help showing that grinning expression, and then went with Mephisto, although she was only allowed to sleep on the bed after washing her thoroughly.

Arkham Asylum, the higher the floor, the harder it is to live.

For these lunatics and criminals, they can't have metal dinner plates, cutlery, toothbrushes, almost anything that "can kill a person", even though every year there are prisoners who unexpectedly Use something to cause an uproar in the prison.

Basically, Mephisto can only lie on the concrete floor every day, annoys the clown when she opens her eyes, and smells like him when she closes her eyes, she doesn't even have a broken rope that can sleep on the ceiling like Harley Quinn.

At the end of the memory, Mephisto showed a gritty expression, subtly matching Sisley's style.

There were two beauties, big and small, one hugged a little tighter, the other shrunk a little deeper, both of them were still in shock.

"Don't think about the smell." Sisley grabbed Mephisto's expensive scent of rose essential oil and sniffed, trying to drive out what she just saw from her mind.

—You are thinking.

Mephisto retorted weakly.

"It's me, it's me." Sisley admitted guiltily, "I'm the one thinking."

She leaned over to smell the fragrant Mephisto again, and the latter finally relaxed and shrank back into the quilt.

Sisley was lying on the bed with her, holding hands.

"Do you still need to go back?" Sisley asked softly, clenched the hand in the darkness.

"Arkham, absolutely not back." Mephisto lazily opened his eyes, and pressed her paw.

Mephisto cleaned up all traces of himself, and no one could find that the underground research field had been disturbed in recent years.

She patrolled it back and forth for three days, sorting out all the places she moved, and can guarantee that there is no problem at all.

In the first riot, she got the information, and in the second, although there was a strong shadow of unpleasantness, she cleaned up everything before that.

Mephisto: Reliable!

Sisley repeats: Reliable!

Mephisto's gorgeous face like a black dahlia smiled at Sisley, like a dog or a cat.

A few days later, when Sisley went downstairs and picked up things without moving, she decided to test the old father's bottom line.

The pleasant time in the afternoon seemed to freeze, Bruce took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, walked to the large French windows, and looked down.

—He saw Sisley laying out a picnic cloth.

Bruce:?

This time, Sisley obviously did not spread the picnic cloth for reading.She dragged a big woven basket to the middle very seriously, then lifted the woven basket, digging and digging.

Bruce was too far away to see her expression clearly, but Sisley was always happy, he knew that.

At her age, girls in other families were happy for diamonds, jewelry and cosmetics, and he hoped Sisley could always go her own way and be happy for anything in the world.

After digging out, Sisley started to swing again.

She circled around and enclosed herself in it.

Old Father: ...

He pressed the corners of his lips into a smile.

Sisley is usually the type who eats very slowly.When Bruce finished his break and sat back to work, Sisley was still holding an apple.

She is no longer eating like before, no matter what is in her throat, the first reaction is to vomit.

The apple was big and round, and the juice was sweet and delicious. Sisley happily ate it while peeling it into small pieces, and almost peeled it with her hand again.

Ken: ...

Sisley herself was still unconscious, so he had no choice but to come out and began to control her hand to peel an apple for her, and even peeled a rabbit-shaped apple piece.

After he finished peeling, Sisley took a bite and ate the ear of the apple rabbit.

Sisley: *chews*

According to Sisley's brain circuit, the apple would oxidize when placed in the air, so Ken had to eat it as soon as it was peeled, so that it would always be the way she saw it at first sight.

Ken thought she was right, so he went out to find another pear and peeled one in the shape of an elephant for her.

After Sisley finished eating the pear, Ken returned to the consciousness space to rest.

Sisley cleaned up the things on the picnic blanket by herself, and lay back on the picnic blanket by herself, with her head tilted and sleepy in the rustling autumn wind.

A strand of Mephisto's consciousness also branched out, wrapped around Sisley's arm that was close to her cheek, rubbed against her face, and the two of them fell asleep together.

—I want to come to you.

When Sisley was about to fall asleep, Mephisto suddenly whispered.

Sisley:?

She was so sleepy that her thinking stagnated and her brain crashed. Her first reaction was "um".

Her original intention was to ask Mephisto to repeat it, but Mephisto didn't speak anymore, Sisley just pretended nothing happened and just hallucinated, and fell into a coma.

But Sisley didn't sleep for a long time this time.

As she fell asleep, her sleepiness suddenly became lighter, and she heard footsteps coming towards her.The voice was vigorous and light, Sisley locked an image in her mind, and then opened her eyes, looking at the person coming.

Sure enough, it was Dick.

There was a smile on Dick's handsome face, and his blue eyes gleamed happily like jewels in the sunlight. He opened his arms, and Sisley jumped on him happily, bumping his head against his big brother's strong chest muscles. After a half circle in the air, it was helped by Dick and carefully put back on the ground.

Sisley was still as thin as Dick could see.

The girl has experienced the shadow of a clown. Even though her complexion is good, her cheeks are pale pink, and her eyes are bright, the soft lines that she managed to raise at Wayne's house disappeared more quickly.

Dick could still see, the remaining blood in her eyes, like a little Gotham cloud.

Restraining his smile, Dick gently patted the girl's head.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I want to have a picnic." Sisley replied obediently, "I haven't had a picnic yet."

Dick's mind immediately pictured him, Bruce, Tim, Damian and Sisley sitting together on the picnic blanket.

Although it may be difficult to organize the people who organize the bat den to go out together——

"...with my friends." Sisley didn't understand his expression, and innocently completed the second half of the sentence.

Dick: Pawn

He quickly shook off the picture in his head like a bubble, and patted Sisley's little head again, dumbfounded.

Of course, Sisley didn't understand the strange fantasies in the mind of a sister-in-law. She sat there with little question marks on her head, obediently being slapped on the head twice, like a farmer's cat who has been spanked for no reason.

"Picnics are good, of course," said Dick gently. "I had picnics with my friends a few times when I was a student, and we had a lot of fun."

"Really? Do you think Dad will agree?" Sisley's eyes sparkled when she heard his words, "I want to hang out with my friends too!"

his friends-

Dick was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that none of his friends were ordinary high school students.

And Sisley's friends—

Dick hadn't been home for a long time, and it took him a while to remember that Sisley's friends were all the New York Slayers, Gotham Red Ribbons.

Dick: Gradually. Gradually. Crack. Open