I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Ah, sorry, sir, I didn't mean not to welcome you." Ryan raised the corners of his lips and put on a smile.Recently, his smile has become more and more familiar, and every time it is a smirk with the same curvature: "It's just that I'm a little too busy, I can't move my hands."

Although he said he was sorry, he couldn't tell that he had even the slightest sincerity to apologize.

The arc of the white-haired man's lips widened, and he was still lazily sitting on the seat covered with red velvet, without the slightest thought of standing up politely to pay tribute.

He was wiping the blade on his hand, and the flames of what might be called "interest" were beating in his scarlet eyes.

The pitch-black blade was thrown back by Ryan, and the blade made of vibration gold was embedded in the marble floor like cutting tofu.

The colors on Maroney's face are wonderfully like a palette, no matter how old he is, he can even be the father of the young man in front of him, not to mention their family has a long history in Gotham City.He never expected that Jordan would show him no face at all, and this kind of meeting almost convinced Maroni of Falconi's words.

The man in front of him who seemed to have just grown up had no intention of cooperating with them at all.

"But..." Ryan raised his eyebrows and propped his cheek with one hand: "If you are here to talk about cooperation, we can indeed have a chat."

This momentary slap in the face was caught off guard, and Maroni was stunned for a long time before he finally understood what he said.

"Okay, okay." He unconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly agreed.

"He said that he can cooperate and not interfere with everyone's influence, but he asks everyone to hand over 40.00% of the profits?" Falconi tapped the table lightly, and the expression on his face was unpredictable , I don’t know what kind of attitude this big boss in Gotham has towards this harsh tax.

Such terms are absolutely unacceptable to the Maroni family. Maroni's face is not good, waiting for His Excellency Falconi to speak.

After all, he is still a teenager, and he has no idea how deep the water in Gotham is. He is really not afraid of tigers, and he really thinks he has some strength after snatching the penguin and the black mask.

Falconi finally stopped what he was doing: "Not long ago, some clowns gathered on Naros Island. It is said that they planned to use electric shocks to revive that lunatic. The Gotham Police Department has already intervened in the investigation..." But among them Whether or not the Court of Owls had intervened, he did not know.

Maroni's eyes lit up, that lunatic named Jerome Valeska must be able to cause some trouble for Jordan.Even if he couldn't, with the Gotham Police Department following the clown, it would definitely bring a lot of trouble.

They just wait to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In an apartment in the city

"Is he leaving today?"

Ryan lay back on the sofa, looking boredly at Barbara Keen, who was busy in the kitchen separated by a glass wall, and asked Selina, who was sitting next to him, fiddling with her nails.

"He? Who?" Selina was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.She looked up at Ryan: "You mean Bruce Wayne?"

Ryan closed his eyes, moved his head lazily, and found the most comfortable place.He responded with a soft "Yes".

"Yes, he wanted to see me today and say goodbye."

Selina tilted her head, and the cat eyes of Jade looked at the man who seemed to have no bones in front of her with some disgust.Almost a year after this guy came back, he overturned all his previous impressions of him. The boy who was once struggling in the dark but still kind, and even very shy and shy, seemed to have never existed: "You want to go together ?"

She still remembered that they used to be good friends, and she also thought that Ryan should have nothing to worry about after the Owl Court was wiped out.

"No, not interested."

Ryan opened his eyes and looked at her, with a natural smile on his lips.It's just that those smiles seem a little cold at the moment.

He sat up from the sofa, opened the drawer of the table, lightly tapped somewhere on the side with his slender fingers, and took out a small box from the interlayer of the drawer.

Ryan handed the box to Selina: "Give this to Wayne."

Selina took the small box. This small black box didn't look like anything special, at least it didn't look like a bomb.

Selina shook it curiously, and asked, "What is this?"

The sound coming from inside didn't sound like something heavy.

Ryan had already lazily lay back on the too soft sofa. He closed his eyes and waved his hands indifferently: "Ring?"

His tone rose, and it sounded like he had something else to say.

"???" Selina's green cat eyes widened.

Barbara, who just came out of the kitchen with a steak, almost didn't throw the plate out, and Tabitha, the leopard girl sitting in the corner, almost didn't jump up either.

"It's the red light ring... What are you excited about?" Ryan rested his elbows on the sofa, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and looked at the three women in front of him who expressed their surprise with gestures.

"Scare me."

Selina rolled her eyes at the sky, thinking that he was getting worse and worse.But after a while, she filled her face with curiosity again: "Why did you give him that ring? He can't use it."

She also tried this ring, but unfortunately, it seemed that she couldn't activate those so-called angry energies.

"I want to give it." Ryan laughed, and he waved to Barbara, motioning for her to put the plate here.

"With all due respect, sweetheart. You're not really..." Barbara set the plate in front of him.She raised her eyebrows and questioned unceremoniously. You know, she still remembers the princess hug that happened when Ryan dressed as a woman.

"That's it. Barbara." Ryan smiled, picked up the knife and fork, and interrupted her wild and terrifying guesses: "I just find a safe place to store it, it's too dangerous. If I continue to use it, I'm afraid it will I can't control myself."

When he got back the improved ring from Mera, Mera warned him that although the red light ring didn't seem to have any impact on his life, he still had to be careful when using it.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that he really has no place to hide things in Gotham, and it would be a good choice to throw them in Wayne Manor to eat ashes.Bruce probably wouldn't use it anyway.

The three women looked at each other and decided to accept this sounding reason.

"Selina, just say that you found it out of the mailbox, and help him get it up." Ryan added without raising his head while cutting the steak.

Selina, who had already put her hand on the window, turned her head, not questioning him, but simply wondering: "Why?"

"I stamped Stark on the inside of the box." Ryan picked up the black pepper juice and poured some more, he shrugged.

Selina nodded, grabbed the box and deftly flipped it out of the window.

No one heard even a sound when she landed.

Tabby and Barbara looked at each other, stepped forward and sat next to Ryan: "Listen, Jordan. I have to say you are indeed a genius, but don't you think we are expanding too fast? We have almost Time gathers power in your hands."

"This is what you should do next." Ryan enjoyed his lunch earnestly, agreeing with her opinion as if echoing casually.

But Barbara was not angry, she knew that he had already made a complete plan.It's just that she keenly caught something else from his words: "What are you going to do?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes and smiled undiminished: "I will be an old friend later." The fork was inserted straight into the beef cut into small regular pieces, and the brown juice was squeezed out by pressure.

His gaze stayed on the blade that was placed aside and wrapped in white cloth.Something flashed in his eyes: "Falconi brought me good news."

An abandoned factory on Nalos Island

Ryan, who walked into the factory along the ventilation duct, sat on a steel frame that was used to support the air. He was holding a sniper rifle, but he was not busy aiming, but waited quietly.

The mentally disturbed clown below with gaudy paint on his face looks quite similar to Dr. Hugo in his electric shock technique.

Ryan couldn't help frowning.

Dr. Hugo's resurrection method was stolen from the Freeze Man, but in fact, the Owl Court has always had a more convenient method, just like their method of resurrecting themselves, the court has a special metal.

And what the clown was holding in his hand right below him was a kind of metal he had never seen before.

The Court of Owls isn't all gone yet.

This thought quickly flashed through Ryan's mind.

The following experiment has reached its final stage, and the followers of the crazy clown can't help but laugh.

The surrounding arc light became brighter and brighter, and Ryan couldn't help standing up.At least the military boots he was stepping on had thick rubber soles, which could serve as an insulator, which gave Ryan a little psychological comfort.

The current reached a peak in an instant, and the generator finally couldn't bear it, and foul-smelling gray smoke rose.

But unfortunately, Jerome, who was lying on the crude hospital bed, didn't have any reaction to pretend to be a corpse.

The two clowns below quarreled, and one clown slammed the door angrily and left.But the other guy who stayed behind took out a dagger after looking at Jerome's face for a long time.

Ryan sneered, raised his gun and shot the guy in the calf accurately.

He jumped directly from mid-air, as if he had calculated it beforehand, and hit the clown's legs that kept rolling on the ground.

Selina taught him a lot of ways to adjust the momentum of landing in the air, not to mention that there is a cushion under his feet.Ryan didn't feel any discomfort in his body. His muzzle rested on the forehead of the clown who almost fainted from the pain: "Tell me the origin of that piece of metal, and you can still save your life."

But those who are willing to follow Jerome have always been a bunch of lunatics.

The clown with gaudy paint on his face didn't beg for mercy, but instead laughed.

Ryan couldn't help frowning.

Jerome's disciples are sometimes more irrational than Jerome.

Just as he was about to continue threatening, there was a sudden sound of gunshots and glass breaking downstairs.

"GCPD! Everyone stay still."

He heard the chaos downstairs.The red eyes stayed on Jerome who was lying peacefully on the bed for a moment, and Ryan fired again without hesitation.

The clown who would rather die than surrender was silent. Ryan threw the gun away, picked up Jerome's body neatly, and returned along the same path through the vent.

"Have you found anything?"

James Gordon frowned, and those crazy followers of Jerome confessed that they wanted to resurrect the Joker.

And the only dead person at the scene seems to prove that Jerome has been resurrected.

The follower of Jerome was lying in a pool of blood, with the murder weapon beside him - a sniper rifle that was too long for suicide.Apart from the fact that there was a second living person at the scene, there are few other explanations.

But other crazy believers have repeatedly emphasized that there is only Jerome's body and one living person upstairs.

Dr. Lee Tompkins rubbed his temples, obviously very helpless: "The examination department has given a proof that there are no fingerprints on the gun. This further rules out the possibility of suicide. But..." She pulled James Gordon pointed to him the injury on the victim's leg: there are not only gunshot wounds, but also large black and purple marks, and it seems that part of the leg bone has been broken.

"Such an injury..." Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

"That's right, it was caused by some kind of heavy object falling from a high place." Li seemed to have a headache: "And this shape shows that the heavy object that fell was a person. But at the same time, I miss you I’ve seen the crime scene, he probably jumped off the beam. Even in Gotham, few people would dare to try that height easily.”

And he just happens to know someone who doesn't care about vertical distance: "Selina Kyle."

"That's right." Li echoed, "But it's impossible, Selina and Jerome have nothing to do with each other, and judging from the size of the footprints, this is a man."

Gordon looked at her in surprise, and another candidate appeared in his mind: "Bruce Wayne?"

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