I haven't been a big brother for many years

"I really don't know how you came up with it..." Jerome stopped laughing maniacally, and the expression on his face at this moment was rather indescribable.

escape.

Seeing the huge chemical plant below him, he could even smell the pungent smell of fuming acid.

But out of nowhere, an angel in a suit suddenly appeared, with one hand tightly grasping the clothes tied tightly on the wires that acted as slide rails, and the other hand pulled him into his arms in time.

The person who rescued him was Ryan who just appeared at his garden party, but didn't even show his face.

Jerome hugged him subconsciously, and couldn't help but chuckled in surprise: "Your Highness, you saved the princess from the dragon. After returning to my kingdom, am I going to prepare a Is the treasure in the box married to you?"

"no."

In Jerome's eyes, the voice of the angel in a suit was so cold that it could drop icicles at any time. He lowered his head and glanced at Jerome, whose arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. His red eyes were full of warning: "If you smell it again, you will be killed." You throw it down."

Such a warning is very necessary.

Because Jerome had already put his head firmly on his neck, Ryan's whole body stiffened because of his movements.

If you don't drop him, I'm afraid they will both fall.

"You smell so good." Jerome turned his head away quite innocently, blinking his big eyes and looking at his little friend who was faintly angry.

But the little friend sneered from his nasal cavity: "Does it smell like blood?"

Jerome smiled awkwardly and said nothing. In fact, what he wanted to say was the taste of milk, but it seemed that saying that would arouse Ryan's anger even more.

Ryan glanced at him rather disgustedly, turned his head and observed the nearby buildings, and asked, "You found that man named George, which is useful to me..."

"Here you are." Jerome replied indifferently, as if he wasn't talking about someone but goods that he didn't care about at all.

He had already guessed that the man in front of him might be the one who spoiled his good deeds, but unexpectedly there was no anger or irritability in his heart, on the contrary, he was somewhat happy to see the results.

A joke that can be seen through early is not a good joke, and it doesn't matter if it is discarded early.

He was sure, though, that Lane hadn't put any stalker on him, and that it was Lane's knowledge of him that ruined his joke.

This understanding made Jerome rub his little hands in his heart, and he couldn't help but want Lalaine to join the group: "Do you want to consider planning something fun with me? I will add you, this time I will definitely A sensation in the city! We are the most perfect team."

"Aren't you a sensation in the whole city?" Ryan didn't even give him a look: "I refuse." Sometimes he even wanted to remind Jerome that there was a woman who was infatuated enough beside him, Harley Quinn .

"By the way, at this time, the city of Gotham probably already belongs to me. So please, I can tolerate it if it's a small fight, but if you want to make a big noise..."

He tilted his head slightly, his scarlet eyes half-closed, the threat was self-evident.

Jerome suddenly felt as if he had been marked by a hunter, and the hairs all over his body stood on end alertly.He felt that this feeling was quite novel, and this was the first time his body had sent him a dangerous signal.

But isn't danger synonymous with excitement?

Jerome couldn't help getting excited. He licked his lower lip and asked, "Otherwise, what would happen to you? Prince... oh no, you took Falconi's nest while I was attracting fire for you." ? Now it should be His Royal Highness."

"Guess what."

Ryan hesitated, and didn't feel that what he said was too much, but such an answer made Jerome even more itchy. He couldn't wait to stretch his claws to the edge of illegality, but he didn't dare to really stretch it out. go out.

Lane suddenly raised his arms and threw him into what looked like an abandoned apartment building next to the wires, and he let go of his clothes tied in ropes.

He grabbed the edge of the balcony and quickly flipped up.

Jerome, who was caught off guard by him, is still lying on the ground pretending to be pitiful, unwilling to get up.

After adjusting his wrinkled suit, Ryan unceremoniously kicked Jerome, who was crying and screaming, and warned: "Restrain yourself, Your Highness, don't make jokes like this again. It is also impossible for any princess to marry me, so shut up."

Jerome snorted, and reluctantly sat up from the ground, watching the back of the white-haired man leaving without mercy.

Instead of standing up and chasing after him, he laughed silently.

Lane really isn't suited for the villain's job.

Jerome couldn't help licking his dry lower lip with his tongue.

His heart is still too soft compared to most people.

No matter how disgusted he looked on the surface, he still kept in his heart the little bit of kindness he had shown him in the past, always thinking about how to repay such a self.

Jerome sat on the ground and couldn't help laughing. I really wanted to see him, how he couldn't stand being bullied by himself, and broke down and cried.

Bruce put the box sent by Selina in the drawer.

The only precious thing in the box is probably the silver and red ring, but in fact these things were sent by Stark Industries. The real valuable things should probably be a few blueprints pressed by the ring, with several kinds of rings drawn on it. However, the gemstone on the ring, on the contrary, he couldn't tell what material it was made of, let alone its value.

Although Bruce felt a little strange, because he had nothing to do with Stark.But this time, he chose to believe for now.

After all, what good is a ring?

Sighing, Bruce closed the drawer and looked back at Alfred who had appeared behind him at some point.

He has decided to leave to find a way to save the city.

Ah Fu carried the suitcase and smiled kindly: "Are you ready? Master?"

He was going to send Bruce to Princeton University, where his young master would definitely welcome a completely different life, completely becoming Thomas' ideal.

Bruce nodded and walked past him.He took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy door of Wayne Mansion.

Gotham suffered too much tonight.

But what happened in front of them still made people tremble uncontrollably.

The white-haired man had a cold smile on his face, and a black narrow knife was placed across the neck of the ruler of Gotham, the leader of the Falconi Group, Cameron Falconi.

The gray-haired old gentleman couldn't help sweating on his forehead: "We are willing to accept your previous conditions and pay 40.00% of the tax."

Beside him, his loyal bodyguard, Victor Zas, was forced to his knees.They never expected that Jordan would suddenly attack at this time.

"Huh?" Ryan smiled suspiciously. He firmly grasped the sharp blade in his hand, and his red eyes casually swept over Falconi who was sweating profusely and Maroni who was lying on the ground tied up not far away: "I Isn’t it about handing in 80.00%?”

After he finished speaking, everyone's expressions became brilliant, and Barbara couldn't help but gasped.

But she knew that Ryan did have the capital to formulate new rules for Gotham City, and he would not be afraid even if Falconey made a comeback, not to mention his life was still in Ryan's hands.

Falconi's complexion was about to turn black, and he gritted his teeth in hatred, but he still had no choice but to say, "I agree."

Ryan smiled in satisfaction, but no smile could be seen in those scarlet eyes.He withdrew the narrow knife, played with a knife in his hand, and inserted the black narrow knife into the floor beside Falconi's feet.

Falconi was so scared that his heart almost went into cardiac arrest.

His slender fingers rested on the armrest of the seat, and the blood stains between his fingers were stained with strong color at some point.The scarlet eyes are as stressful as a predator, and even the faint smile on the corner of his lips makes people shudder.

That white-haired man had already sat on the throne of Gotham's emptiness, laying the foundation for a terrifying massacre against the evil forces in Gotham City.Even though his face is still immature, no one dares to underestimate his methods.

A few words almost appeared in everyone's mind: "The old king is dead."

They have witnessed the alternation of the times.

Queens, New York two years later

A Rolls Royce, which looked expensive, slowly parked opposite an inconspicuous deli.

This luxury car is not uncommon in New York, and it didn't attract too many people's attention.

The people walking down from above also did not attract too many people's attention.

It was a white-haired old man, leaning on crutches, and with the help of the driver who had already been waiting at the side, he got out of the carriage.

"George." The old man waved to Mr. Driver, signaling that he no longer needs to help him.

The driver, who looked not very old, immediately stepped aside obediently.

Although the old man has white hair all over his head, his body is still strong.His pace was not slow, even slightly faster than some young people, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

He walked into the deli, glanced at the price list, his dark brown eyes looked a little unnatural.

Peter Parker thought that he didn't know what was wrong, but his intuition felt that something was wrong.

But it might be a little too strange to keep staring at people like this, Peter thought about it, and then looked away.

"What do you want to eat, sir?" The store manager looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him.The old gentleman looked hesitant.He tried to recommend something for him.

"Maybe this little friend can recommend it for me?" But the old man didn't give him a chance. He turned his head and looked at Peter Parker who was stroking the cat with a smile.

Sure enough, he noticed it. Peter stood up and scratched his messy curly hair with some embarrassment: "Maybe you can try the sandwich here? It's the best sandwich in Queens."

"Is there peanut butter in it?" The old man turned his head, looked at the material list and allergen warning in front of him, and asked.

"Yes, but we can replace it with other sauces." The clerk nodded.

"No need, just peanut butter." The old man shook his head, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the shopkeeper: "I want two, can you feed the rest of the money to your cat?"

The shopkeeper and Peter were stunned at the same time: "Of course, sir, thank you for your generosity."

Peter didn't speak, maybe this is just a rich man who likes cats.

But he was still a little sore, why wasn't he a cat?

He thought about it, and helped the store manager pack the bag, and handed the sandwich to the old man.

Peter looked through the glass door from the corner of his eye, and he found that the driver didn't intend to come in, and the young man stood by the car respectfully.

The old man took the sandwiches, nodded gratefully, quickly opened the package, and took a bite of one of the sandwiches.

He was probably starving.

Although a little strange, but a very kind grandfather?

Peter sat on the stool boredly, watching the old man's back disappear behind the door.

But Peter, who turned his head, didn't see that the old man didn't return to the Rolls Royce parked opposite at all. He turned into the alley next to him.

A young man in ragged clothes was sitting in the corner, wondering what he was thinking.

The old man seemed to be taken aback. He took a step back, only to realize that a homeless man was sitting on the ground.

But he was no ordinary bum, and if Alfred was here, he'd find out.The young man was none other than his missing master, Bruce Wayne.

The old man patted his chest and panted rapidly, as if he was really frightened by him.

His heart function may not be very good, Bruce frowned, stood up and supported him, helping him to breathe.

His dirty paws left marks on the valuable long windbreaker, but the old man didn't care about those at all.

He quickly recovered and put on a kind smile again.Even the wrinkles on his face look very amiable now.

The old man glanced at the trash can not far away and the young man in front of him, and he asked, "Thank you, young man, I'm sorry, I just scared you."

Bruce shook his head, indicating that it was actually his fault that he had scared the old man.

The white-haired old man smiled, and handed him the plastic bag in his hand without any explanation: "You must be hungry, come and eat some. I didn't expect that there was peanut butter in it. It's a pity to throw it away."

He put those said to be "the best sandwiches in Queens" on the hands of Bruce Wayne, who looked like a rock musician in front of him. The silky glove touched Bruce's palm, and the white glove was stained with stars. A little bit of black.

But the old man didn't seem to care at all, he turned around and left the alley step by step.

Looks like he has a peanut allergy?Bruce watched suspiciously as he got into the expensive Rolls-Royce, started the car quickly, and left.

So his eyes returned to the sandwich in his hand.

There were two paper-wrapped sandwiches in a plastic bag, one of which had a bite out of it.

It does have some peanut butter in it.

only...

Bruce frowned, those teeth marks were a little too neat.

Even with good care, an elderly person doesn't have teeth like that, unless he wears dentures.

He held the bitten sandwich and thought about it, then sighed.

He really couldn't think of anyone who would recognize him in his appearance, and he couldn't think of any reason why someone would come to trick him into eating a poisoned sandwich.

But it's better to be cautious.

He saw the wrist that the "old man" showed in just a few seconds.

How should I put it, that kind of skin firmness is not what the elderly should have.

Bruce wrapped the undamaged sandwich and threw it in the trash.He held the bitten sandwich in his hand, struggled for a minute, and then started to eat it.

He was indeed a little hungry.

rolls royce

The gray-haired "old man" took off the mask provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. Although such a mask is convenient, it has too many loopholes.

Ryan Black took off the mask that seemed to have turned into a pile of mosaics and threw it in the corner of the car. He sighed and took off his gloves.

But he didn't take off the contact lenses on his eyes, and he had to meet a very, very important person.

The coffee in front of me is still steaming, and the beautiful latte art has been deformed.

Looking at the fat white rabbit in the cup, Ryan couldn't help but smile in his heart. The other party obviously looked down on him and treated him like a child.

Ryan raised his head and looked at Kingpin, an American tycoon who was huge compared to him. His huge figure was not fat, but full of muscles all over his body. Fighting masters from all over the world practiced one against ten every time, but each training lasted no more than 20 seconds, and the opponents trained were neither dead nor injured.

If his chief Wilson was here, he might be able to fight.But he wasn't sure if he could kill Jin with one blow without disturbing the nearby guards, so Ryan chose a gentle attitude towards this "senior".

"So... Your Excellency." Ryan picked up the small spoon under the saucer of the coffee cup, stirred it twice in the coffee cup, and the latte art completely disappeared: "I have a question to ask."

It's not that they don't drink, but that both of them know that the purpose of today's meeting is for negotiation.Stay sane and be good to each other.

"Tell me." If it wasn't necessary, Jin didn't want to touch the forces of Gotham, which had become anarchic since the Waynes died.He was a little more interested in the fact that the new person in charge of Gotham came to power and found him, but the age of the man in front of him was a bit younger than he expected.

It reminded him of his long-dead son.

Jin took a sip of his coffee, but he would not be soft on this brat just because of this.Gangsters have always put their interests first.

"I thought the purpose of everyone walking on this road was to protect." The spoon in Ryan's hand was put back into the distance by him, and he supported his chin with both hands, not feeling that his question was offensive at all.

"Are you the same? Kid." Jin pulled out his cigar and lit it.The white smoke quickly blurred his ferocious face: "Who do you want to protect? Your woman? Do you think this road can bring her happiness? Let her wear gold and silver, and live a prosperous life from now on." A carefree life?"

The death of his son made Jin understand that the people he loved would only be his stumbling blocks on this road, so he killed his wife himself.The woman he loves most in this world.

Ryan was silent and did not speak, looking like he was following the instruction.

After all, he's still a kid.Jin took a sip of coffee and talked about his past.

"If you want to achieve anything on this road, even if you want to take my place." Jin Bin's tone was a little dangerous: "Never fall in love with anyone, and don't have anyone you care about. It's best to stay away from them Yes, don't even think about it."

"However..." His voice changed, and his tone was full of threats.He also drank the last bit of coffee in the cup: "I advise you to wait for me to die before thinking about usurping the throne. This is not Gotham. Otherwise, you may really not want to get in touch with anyone anymore. ,young people."

With a smile on Ryan's face, he nodded modestly and politely, looking like a good student: "I have been taught. Your words made me understand a lot, Your Excellency."

He stood up, put on his hat, and looked as if he was about to say goodbye.

Jin couldn't help being a little surprised. Could it be that the person in front of him came here just to hear a story?Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt weak in his limbs and had difficulty breathing: "You..."

How is this possible, when did he poison it?

Ryan smiled: "My driver found fugu in your kitchen. It seems that you are going to have a feast of fugu today, but it seems that there is no chance."

The muscles of puffer fish are not poisonous, but the ovaries and liver are the most poisonous places.The toxicity of this toxin is equivalent to 1250 times that of human body. Coincidentally, the toxin of pufferfish is insoluble in water and will decompose in alkali, but it can dissolve in acid.

coffee.

It just happens to be acidic.

But even if George had the ability to extract toxins from puffer fish, he still brought the crystals and liquids of puffer fish poison just in case.

But obviously, God really favored him.

"Your Excellency Jin Bin." Ryan squatted down and whispered to Jin Bin who was already lying on the ground: "You chose to kill your wife because you didn't love her enough. It's also because, even if you become You are still a waste, and you are not even able to protect the people you love."

Jin Bing raised his head vigorously, trying to refute his words, but he couldn't make a sound at all.The pair of red eyes he saw last were full of seriousness.

After confirming that he was dead, Ryan withdrew his smile and stood up, raised his hat, and muttered to himself: "But you are right, for a coward like me, the best way is to stay away."

only...

He raised his hand, looked at the intricate texture on his white to sickly palm, and lowered his eyes.

that is it,

A little bit, of course only a little bit, so small as to be insignificant... lonely.

The author has something to say:

What I didn't explain was Selina, who left because of Ryan's estrangement. Joanna picked it up on the way back to Gotham at this time (Ryan has always doubted her identity), and Andre was a chef dug from the Kraken Club. emmm, it's almost there, and it would be too much to write any more.Almost there!Cut back in the next chapter, let's sweeten www.

Ah, by the way, I can go back and read Chapter 1 after writing here...emmm, it should be picked up in chronological order.