The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Are you sure the search results are correct?"

At one o'clock in the morning, Dick was leaning on the balcony of the hotel, talking on the phone with Tim in the night wind.

"I checked twice, even if I know once is enough." Tim said weakly, "You took her blood, and the results show that, she and Bruce are unmistakably related, 99.99%. biological."

"Wow," Dick sighed, "You should have seen her, I thought she looked too much like Bruce when I saw her on the street, you know what I mean?"

"So you went to New York for a stroll, and the biggest gain was that you got Bruce's own daughter back." Tim's voice of drinking coffee and keyboard tapping came from the wireless earphones... Dick waited patiently.

"Oh." Tim sounded a little taken aback by what he saw. "Her ID says Sisley Wayne?"

"First of all, I didn't pick her up, and now all you and I are doing are undercover investigations." Dick changed his position leaning against the railing. The temperature was a little low at night, and he wrapped his bathrobe tightly around his chest, "Secondly, I I saw it when I got the information in the hospital, and it is no more difficult than you to understand what is going on."

Dick sounds a little lazy, but Tim can hear it too, trying to suppress some emotions in his heart. "It seems that she just appeared out of nowhere. I didn't find any records about her three days ago, but that's the problem. This ID card is real, and she is really...our little sister."

"There's nothing wrong with having a little sister to love. How old is she? Sixteen?" Tim said simply, then asked.

"Just turned sixteen." Dick's voice sank. "The hospital Captain America sent her to. Obviously, she passed out in front of Captain America. Sisley, she...may be suffering from some serious genetic disease, Or a genetic defect, that's what her attending doctor said."

"I can't find her mother." Tim started typing on the phone again, and it didn't stop for a while.His voice muffled and became far away, "B should know about this."

"I see," said Dick, and there was another silence. "I understand, but..." He took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

The upper layers of the New York night sky are thick with clouds and fog, but there are still one or two stars twinkling, high, cold, and timeless.The sound of planes flying across the sky can be heard in the distance, and everything becomes very light in the middle of the night.He thought of the little girl he had glimpsed, her back straight, but that seemed more out of place than unconscious grace and pride.

The wind blows her beautiful organza skirt, and she walks on the street by herself, more fragile and gentle than those embroidered roses.

Sisley sat obediently on the bed, but was ordered by Ken not to walk around; the latter was standing at the small table, carefully picking up the leftovers.

"So," she asked the system, "From now on, do I need to do game tasks? Is there a strategy or something?"

[The player's game mission will start according to the greatest wish and end with the final achievement, so there is no relevant strategy, and each player's journey is unique. 】

"It sounds like a very thoughtful design." Sisley boasted with a smile.

【Thanks. 】The system thanked politely, and the villain in Sisley's mind also turned into bouncing black and white letters.Ken just walked back to Sisley, and one Sisley took the other Sisley by the hand, and then the two Sisleys were shattered by the ancient emoji.

"Will there be punitive measures?" Sisley asked, "If I—is the mission time-limited?"

[In order to avoid some cheating behaviors, the punishment measures cannot be determined by the game navigation system itself, I am very sorry. 】The tone of the system reveals the guilt of the artificial intelligence,【But conservatively estimated by this system, most of the punishment measures will be defined as deducting game currency. 】

"Thank you for answering my question." Sisley lay back on the hospital bed again, and the two Sisleys squeezed together to keep warm.

[You are welcome, the game navigation system is at your service wholeheartedly. 】

— Sisley.

Ken patted Sisley on the back repeatedly, and Sisley listened to his steady heartbeat.

"I'm sorry" floated up from the dark depths like a small bubble bursting. The "are you okay" went on a bit longer, but none of them ended up forming a complete sentence.

do not say sorry.Sisley thought, in fact, when I knew it was a punitive measure, I felt a lot more relaxed.

--why?

Because then I don't die alone.Sisley's smiling eyes looked at Ken in the semi-dimmed light, the icy blue was melted, as if there were tears in them.

In this way, I can comfort myself that it's not that I'm not good enough, it's just fate, a small miscalculation.

Mistakes have a chance to be corrected, but loneliness cannot.

— Sisley, you are never alone.

Ken held Sisley tenderly in his conscious space until the girl buried her face in his arms.She didn't make a sound of sobbing, but his T-shirt was soaked quickly by the large silent tears.

——You just couldn’t hear me or see me in that subspace. At that time, I was a bundle of wind and I was transparent, but I did exist.

- Maybe you haven't noticed, but your IDs are all real because they've never been revoked.

—I've kept them as if I'd waited forever for you.

Sisley was silent for a long time before her voice sounded again in the ward.

"My last name is Wayne." Her eyes gradually lost focus as she looked at the ward, and it took two seconds for her to react.

"Is that the Wayne I thought it was?"

--I have no idea.

Bruce Wayne is a blank space that Sisley doesn't know much about.She'd heard his name, Gotham Playboy and the Dark Knight, a name often known to the general populace with overly pompous headlines.He is Brucey's baby, handsome and rich, considerate and gentle, the most perfect lover in the legend; It is deeply loved by the audience.

"Ken, I'm starting to regret not watching the DC series much."

--It doesn't matter.

Ken squeezed Sisley's hand.

"Sisley Wayne."

At the same time, far away in Gotham, someone also whispered her name.

In the Batcave stood Damian, Tim, and the Big Bat himself, and Dick was far away in New York, so he was there in the form of a telephone line.He'd told the story twice, but didn't really mind telling it a third time.

"Give those criminals a day off, Gotham won't be blown up just because there's no patrol for a few hours." Dick said, "Please give this little girl who suddenly appeared three days ago a little attention, she He is very ill and is still in New York, so he should not be discharged from the hospital in the short term.”

Damian was indifferent to the news, even though it was his half-sister.

Tim is guzzling coffee, his caffeine intake is like a rough water dispenser.

Bruce's reaction was even more strange, his face was expressionless and he seemed unresponsive.No depression, no great mood, no surprises, just nothing.He stared at the screen silently, his eyes sharp.

Sisley's information was pitifully scant, and all she had on the screen was a passport photo, smiling, with soft lips and cheeks, black hair and blurry blue eyes.

Batman looked at this strange and familiar little girl, and his thoughts seemed to go back a long time ago. He once had some kind of happiness for a short time, until someone took away his precious things, and he didn't even know who the culprit was. .

He thought that he was almost able to bear this pain rationally.

But in reality, he was never ready.

To the little, sweet-smiling baby, with the same black hair and blue eyes as his, exactly the same.

He can lift her up with one hand, and she'll let out a series of lovely giggles that can light up Wayne House; there are times when he even wonders himself what he's willing to change for her.He could sing to her all night long, until his little angel fell asleep soundly.

He named her Sisley, and he once felt so hopeful that he could grow up with her.

Sisley Wayne.