I haven't been a big brother for many years

What kind of hands are these?

The joints are distinct, evenly slender, and the nails are neatly trimmed.Only the fingertips of the white fingers are slightly pink.

But at the root of his right thumb and on the third knuckle of his index finger, there was a thin callus.This is the cocoon that only people who hold guns all year round will have.

There are slight burn marks on the four left and right finger pulps, the front of the palm, and the tiger's mouth. Such marks remind Bruce Wayne of the log that fell on him at the banquet.But he couldn't remember if it was burning.

Nothing out of place, no signs of scuffing.But even if there used to be, it is now covered by these scars.

And he really couldn't remember if Ryan had been burned at all.

Bruce sighed softly, scratched the quilt of the sleeping person on the bed, turned around and left lightly, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.

But the person lying on the bed opened his eyes when he turned around, and the crimson pupils quietly watched him leave step by step.

Now is not the time to reveal.

Bruce was still too cautious.

Ryan pulled out a smile, lifted the quilt and got up.But there's nothing wrong with that.

This is the top floor of the Wayne Building, which is currently the safest place in Gotham.

Ryan sat down quietly by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. There was still chaos outside the window. Occasionally, a flashing police car or ambulance roared past. It was too high for him to see clearly.

All I saw was a huge bat circling among the tall buildings and gradually receding.

It wasn't until the black fuzzy shadow completely disappeared from his vision that Ryan lowered his eyes and lowered his head to look at the horrible hands tortured by him.

I was careless, and was almost discovered by Bruce.

He did not hurt his hand when he helped Bruce get out from under the log, he used his shoulder to support it, but the log was indeed burned, and it was still hot when he touched it.

Someone once said that there are no heroes in Gotham, and all heroes either die tragically or disappear. The few who were arrested and imprisoned were also found shortly after being imprisoned. The fate is self-evident.

In Gotham, GCPD (Gotham Police Department) is the most unbelievable person.

He once believed in the police, but he was sent back to the Devil's Den after changing hands.

Ryan groped his left arm up from the wrist through the clothes, and found a bump on the upper part of the forearm, pulled it off, and slipped it off the arm.

It was a black lanyard like an ordinary necklace, with a small silver ball hanging from the bottom.Ryan held it in his hand and lifted it to a height that was at eye level with him.

It was so old that almost all the silver on the surface was vulcanized and turned black.

But it can still be seen that "R&B" is engraved on the front, and a company's logo, Wayne Company, is engraved on the back.

He still doesn't know whether the thing Bruce handed to him before he left meant "Lian & Black" or "Lian & Bruce".

But over time, the answer to that question no longer matters.This little silver ball has become the only thing he can pin solace to the past.

Thoughts drifted away, he involuntarily rubbed its surface with his thumb as usual, but suddenly came back to his senses stimulated by the tiny tingling of his fingertips, he frowned slightly and lowered his head, the burns on his fingers were clamoring for a sense of existence.

He raised the corners of his lips, gently printed a kiss on the ball, and put it on his neck.The little ball is just hidden under the collar.

He thought there had once been a ghost living in it.

Bruce frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were full of seriousness, as if he was solving some century-old problem.

In front of him was Ryan's hand and a tray with burn ointment and some medical supplies.

Bruce clasped Ryan's left wrist tightly with his left hand and put it on his leg. He held a cotton swab dipped in yellow ointment in his right hand and carefully placed it on Ryan's wound. He looked up at Ryan's expression from time to time to make sure that he didn't feel any pain.

Ryan's expression was completely opposite, his right elbow resting on the table, his face resting on the back of his right hand.

He had an amused smile on his face, and occasionally frowned when he was in real pain but let it go quickly, pretending nothing happened.

The bright red pupils were full of connivance that he didn't know about.

When Bruce looked up again, he crashed into this indulgence.He frowned, feeling a little helpless.But he pretended not to know anything, lowered his head and moved carefully.

Ah Fu walked in with dessert at this time: "Master Wayne, Master Blake."

Ryan looked up at him, and Alfred gently placed the dinner plate in his hand.

Lane laughed at himself: "It's horrible, isn't it?"

Alfred deadpanned: "I'm assuming you know you should wear gloves when taking cookies out of the oven."

Ryan touched his nose in embarrassment and covered his face with ointment.

Ryan: "..." Forgot to take the medicine just now.

Bruce quickly held his hand when he put it on his nose, grabbed Ryan's hand aside with one hand, picked out a piece of gauze dipped in some cold water with the other, and wiped his face carefully.

Ryan leaned back slightly unaccustomed, with surprise in his bright red pupils.His hands wanted to resist, and he put them on his chest, trying to push Bruce away, but he didn't move because of the ointment on his hands.

"Close your eyes." Bruce saw his movements, with a faint smile in his eyes, grabbed his wrists with one hand, and leaned forward, trapping Ryan in the corner of the sofa.

Grabbing the gauze with one hand and soaking it again, gently wiped a little ointment under the corner of his eyes.

Ryan closed his eyes obediently, his long and thick eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

The extremely sensitive place under the corner of the eye was rubbed back and forth with the cold gauze, and occasionally the warm fingertips inadvertently brushed his cheek.

This made him a little embarrassed, who hadn't had such intimate contact with others for a long time, and he couldn't help biting his lower lip tightly.

Fortunately, Bruce didn't move for too long, he just swiped a few times and then backed away.

I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with my behavior just now.He threw the gauze into the tray and handed it to Alfred, before turning away without a word.

Ryan then slowly opened his eyes, and met Alfred's narrow smile, with doubts on his face: "Is he always like this?"

Ah Fu blinked: "Of course not, the young master is just still angry?"

"Angry?" When is it his turn to be angry?

Ryan pointed at himself and asked, "Isn't it me who should be angry?"

Ah Fu smiled: "Is he still thinking about the things at the dinner table?" He didn't know where the young master's temper came from.

Ryan rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. "No wonder he refuses to say a word to me."

"Close your eyes, sir." Ah Fu reminded.Bruce said at least three more words.

"Emmmm...Okay, good Fu, I have to go." Ryan stood up and hugged Alfred, "There are some things to deal with."

"Skipping breakfast?" Ah Fu didn't ask Ryan what he was going to do. "It took me a lot of energy to do it."

"I'll be back on time tonight." Ryan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Say hi to Bruce for me."

"With all due respect, Master Black." Afu said with a straight face, "It's better for you to do it yourself."

Ryan shrugged: "Okay, okay, I see."

"Don't you have breakfast?" Afuto asked Bruce Wayne, who was sitting at the table and flipping through the newspaper, with a tray of milk and waffles.

"Of course." Bruce nodded, and motioned Alfred to put the tray on the table in front of him with his eyes: "Thank you."

Ah Fu bent down and put the tray on the table, turned around and stood aside, glimpsed the contents of the newspaper out of the corner of his eye: "Well, it's really interesting, Batman occupies the headlines, and Master Wayne occupies the eighth page."

Bruce also smiled: "He's a hero, isn't he?"

Alfred shrugged and turned to leave.

"Wait, Alfred." Bruce called to stop him.

"I saw that...faceless man in Arkham the other day."

Alfred stamped his feet and turned to look at him: "The man with the ghost mask?"

Bruce closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead wearily, "No, it's not a ghost. The first time I saw that person, I was sprayed by a scarecrow. The real appearance of that mask is a monster in a Japanese anime. face man."

Ah Fu pretended to be listening carefully.

"I want to check that anime movie first, there might be some clues."

"Wait, Master Wayne. What if this man just took a mask to cover his face?" He was sure that was what Ryan did.

But Bruce shook his head: "The mask blocks the body, but releases the soul."

He pointed to himself: "Just like I chose the bat, he chose this mask to follow his inner desire."

"I don't know when you also studied psychology." Ah Fu raised his eyebrows.

Bruce ignored Afu's teasing: "He followed Rachel and Klein in Arkham that day. I saw him put on the mask with my own eyes."

Ah Fu asked calmly: "Did you see his face?"

"No, no. He was standing on the corner of the corridor and I was outside the window. He was wearing a hat and a mask, and he got into the elevator. When I saw him again, he was already wearing the mask. I only saw his eyes. .” A pair of deep black eyes.

Bruce stomped his chin in thought: "He killed someone." Gotham doesn't need another vigilante, besides, he doesn't know the intention of this masked man.

What is he trying to do?Is he for Gotham?If not, what does he want to do?

The sudden appearance of the masked man reminded Bruce of the balloon man ten years ago.

The valiant hunts down Gotham's notorious bastards, hoists them into the sky in a weather balloon, and the media dubs him "The Balloon Man."

The balloon man successively killed the businessman who used the Ponzi scheme to make money, the thug police officer who flaunted the market, and the liar pastor who liked to sexually abuse. The last balloon, he set his target on the mayor who was entangled with the gang forces at that time, but was still Detective James Gordon stopped and was arrested and jailed.

Bruce frowned, the "good people" in this city will eventually be corrupted by darkness.This is also the reason why he is determined not to kill people. He is afraid that one day he will become a criminal sanctioned by himself.

What choice will this masked man with a faceless male mask make?

"Fighting with the dragon for too long, you will become a dragon yourself; staring at the abyss for too long, the abyss will stare back."

"Master, what do you want to do?"

"If he falls into the abyss, I will not hesitate to put the shackles on him." Bruce lowered his eyes, if he was not Ryan.

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