The end game [Zhongyingmei]

This is the hour when the Joker completely evaporates from Gotham.

The sky was approaching noon, and the sun was quietly shining through the windows. The Wayne mansion was empty, and everyone was not in their proper position.

Sisley pushed open the bedroom door, looked around slowly, and after confirming that there was no one, she took a tentative step.

It was just one step, and her face suddenly changed.

His legs were so numb that he couldn't stand upright, and his slender calves were trembling nervously, making it very difficult to stand up straight.

Sisley: ...

The black-haired, blue-eyed girl looked up in despair, and glanced at the wooden handrail of the composite staircase in the hall on the first floor, her eyes slowly lit up.

After running around with Jason for more than ten hours, he didn't get a single bite of food, and his exoskeleton was dismantled once, and he was disconnected from the others twice. Sisley's body was exhausted, and even her legs were slightly numb. trembling.

"just one time."

She whispered slowly, hypnotically.

"I'm just trying."

The corridor was empty, no one heard her whispering like a guilty conscience, and naturally no one would jump out to object.

Of all the Sisleys, only Gabriel had ever done it, sliding down the banister.

It was still in New York, when the Archangel saw the empty stairwell, he couldn't help but want to perform for the rest of Sisley.

He slid down in a posture of lying on his side with his head propped up, and maintained the same posture the whole time. He could be called Yogel's second. He didn't even shake his center of gravity. As soon as he came down, he was surrounded by Xisli and applauded enthusiastically.

————At that time, Sisley wanted to try it, but Mephisto grabbed her and moved her to the side, killing her chance to try.

Dragging two cotton sliver-like legs to the handrail, Sisley tried two or three times before slowly climbing onto the handrail, like a little turtle that wants to travel.

But she has a lot of patience, and she doesn't get angry when she fails. After sitting firmly on the armrest, she gently pushed the wall in front of her, and she quickly slid down.

Being blown across the cheek by the breeze she created, playing like this in a place without guardrails, is more exciting than a roller coaster, making people's hearts pound with fear and joy.

A large amount of dopamine was quickly secreted in Sisley's body, and she couldn't help biting her lower lip happily, holding back an exclamation, wanting to take more risks like a conditioned reflex.

—Ken was watching her calmly.

The phantom emerged from the void, and silently came to Sisley's side.

He didn't take off the mask, but Sisley could peer through the aperture into his hollow, damp gray-blue eyes.

"You're a phantom, aren't you?" Sisley's voice was as low as a whisper in the wind, "Ken is still in New York, he can't be here."

—— Phantom still looked at her silently.

Sisley and him stared at each other for a while, her feverish mind slowly cooled down, and the emotion controlled by conditioned reflex faded away.

The flames were extinguished, leaving only a little bit of joy and sadness, revealing Sisley's own background.

"Can I play now?"

She sniffed and asked in a low voice.

A hand suddenly appeared in the field of vision and stroked her chin lightly.

Sisley raised her head in amazement, seeing that the phantom was close at hand.

He didn't know when he took off his mask, his blond hair slipped down, revealing that pale and extremely handsome face, obviously there was no expression on his face, but Sisley could always read his unique gentleness.

She couldn't help but tilt her head, and buried her face in his palm a little more, to breathe in the bloody smell on his body that made her feel so at ease.

———The phantom dissipated in the air.

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Even if Phantom left, Sisley calmed down and thought about it, and decided to keep her promise with him. This time, when she slid down again, she slid very cautiously, but the last ten meters was a straight handrail, so she slid further He came faster and faster, and finally rushed out of the handrail, leaving his body in the air.

——— Sisley did it on purpose,

Inertia led her to fall forward, and Sisley calmly calculated in the air, what kind of posture would be used for a while to land with a high probability of being intact—this little knowledge was still from her observation of Jason kicking into the ground from the second floor. I learned it when I was on the first floor of the laboratory.

The other party told her that this is the most basic technique in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, which can prevent the spine from being broken into comminuted fractures in the event of an accidental fall.

But a pair of hands caught her firmly.

These hands are warm and strong, catching the sudden weight of a little girl, like catching a bouquet of flowers thrown by someone else.

Sisley, who was curled up in the air, was grabbed by the old father who was rushing forward with one hand, and was firmly held in his arms.

Sisley: ………

Sisley: *guilt*

Bruce gradually became more proficient at catching his little daughter, like a shit shoveler smoothly carrying a falling cat into his arms.

After ensuring the safety of the cat, the excrement shovel officer took the cat out again, turned the cat over, carried it in the air, and stared at it with big eyes, and entered the education session.

"What are you doing?"

Batman asked quietly.

Sisley twisted guiltily.

Bruce thought she wanted to be put down, and just as he was about to let go of his arms, the little girl's thin and soft arms had already circled around, like a cat reaching out to rub its head.

Bruce: "..."

Even if Batman has a great spirit, he will be softened into a paternal tenderness by Mao Mao's soft head-rubbing offensive.

He tightly pursed the corners of his lips, and used the highest-level facial management.

"Hey Dad, are you home today?"

"You still have not answered my question."

Bruce whispered, holding her to his feet.

The little girl's weight was so light that it could be ignored, lying on his shoulders, Batman even felt that ten of her were not as heavy as one of his training sandbags.

Sisley saw that his just-boiling emotions were slowly subsiding, so she struck while the iron was hot, and used the usual skills of climbing up and down on Ken, slowly climbed onto the old father's broad shoulders, and sat down there.

"My legs are weak."

The old father stood still, only to hear her whisper, "When I was exercising in the room just now, I seemed to have overdosed by accident."

She didn't wear a skirt today, but a pair of baggy shorts, a tank top, and a pair of sports white socks on her feet.

In order to prove that what he said was true, the pair of white socks still dangled in the air, then froze, let out a soft "oops", and hung down again.

Only a four or five-year-old girl would sit on her father's shoulders like this, but Sisley didn't care about it, she was quite straightforward and sweet.

"I'm hungry."

Bruce looked at her porcelain white, doll-like face, and couldn't help being absent-minded for a while.

To Sisley's surprise, he didn't let her "come down", nor did he push her into the living room, and went to search the refrigerator by himself. Instead, he carried her all the way to the kitchen in this slightly awkward posture.

Sisley: Huh!

The kitchen door slid to both sides silently, Bruce stepped into it, and stretched out his hand to protect Sisley's head.

He walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.

The refrigerator in the Wayne mansion is equivalent to a small storage room, which can even hold a whole cow. However, most of the ingredients in it are raw, and cooking takes time.

Sisley's stomach growled loudly.

Bruce rummaged through the shelves, pushed away the holy water and milk, and found a bottle of orange juice that was within the expiration date.

He put the orange juice on the cooking table, then closed the refrigerator door, walked to the cabinets, opened them one by one, and finally found a bag of small bread.

Sisley stretched out her hand silently to grab the bag of buns. Bruce picked up the bag, tore it open, and passed the bag over, letting Sisley choose the one she likes the most.

Sisley: Huh! !

She was a little surprised that she was not put down, but the speed of picking up the buns did not slow down at all, and she ate deliciously.

Perhaps because of hunger, this small piece of bread was extremely sweet. Although there was no filling, its simple taste and moist interior captured Sisley's heart within a few bites.

When the piece in her hand disappeared, Bruce handed the bag over again and let her choose.

"Dad, aren't you hungry?"

Sisley asked.

Bruce responded with a low voice.

After Sisley finished eating the second piece of bun, he unscrewed the orange juice and handed it to the little girl on his shoulder, who quickly took it.

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She took a long breath, and there was only half a bottle of orange juice left in her hand. Bruce picked up the bottle cap and put it in her palm, motioning for her to hold the bottle of orange juice by himself.

"Are you full?"

he asks.

"I'm full." Sisley replied obediently.

Bruce said nothing more.

He remained silent, closing the cupboard doors one by one, fastened the small bread bag tightly, and protected Sisley's head again as he passed the kitchen door.

After eating and drinking enough, Sisley's sensory nerves also became sharper.

Lying in her old father's broad arms, she couldn't help asking quietly.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Bruce paused slightly, his throat tightened, and he couldn't even speak for a few seconds.

After a while, he put Sisley down, and his little daughter raised her face, looking at him blankly and innocently.

"You liked to dress like this when you were a child, and you liked to sit on my shoulder... on my left shoulder like this." Bruce heard his voice calm, "You still had short hair back then, very short and curly, and everyone thought you were a pretty little girl." boy."

Since her return to him, Sisley seemed to be the one who depended on him the most, but in reality Bruce needed her more than she needed him emotionally.

And he couldn't refuse any request from the small, soft, little Sisley, even if she wanted to look at the sun at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, she wanted to watch the diamond flowers grow naturally.

"Is short hair beautiful?"

When he said the first word, Sisley's eyes were slightly red.

With tears in her eyes, the girl forced a smile, but this smile was pale and fragmented, turning into sharp knives piece by piece, bloody and heartbreaking.

"The most beautiful in the world."

Bruce hugged her tightly in his arms and said hoarsely.