I haven't been a big brother for many years

Everyone in Gotham knows this picturesque manor surrounded by green trees and lawns. Wayne Manor was also opened to the public a long time ago in the time of Bruce Wayne's grandfather.

But since it was burned down by a torch and rebuilt, no one knows what has become of this typical Tudor-to-Renaissance building.

Dick stared blankly at the ancient Greek sculptures in the hall. He suspected that this Ares sculpture alone was worth five years' income of the circus.

Luxurious.

This is Dick's only impression of this "castle" so far. Wayne Manor is really exaggerated.

He only saw the butler in the building who led him through the door and told him that he could take a casual stroll before turning around and leaving in a hurry.Also came across a dog and a cat in the hallway.

The gray cat circled him curiously as if looking at him carefully, then ran somewhere and disappeared in the blink of an eye. After all, the place is too big, it just needs to hide in the armor decoration on the side of the corridor Otherwise he couldn't find it.

And the golden retriever, who seems to be only a few months old, is lying on his feet and wagging its tail. It sticks out its long tongue and tilts its head to look at the boy who is about to become its little master in front of it, then stands up and moves forward. After taking two steps, it turned its head and barked, as if it came here specially to lead him the way.

Dick's gloomy mood finally improved, and he followed the golden retriever's footsteps.

But after passing through a long corridor, when he came to a corner, the golden retriever seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and ran out without looking back.

Dick also started running in a hurry, but he stopped involuntarily before following the golden retriever for two steps.

Because a man appeared at the end of the corridor. He was half squatting on the ground, stretching out his slender fingers to stroke the head of the golden-haired wagging tail: "Ke Ke, good boy, are you hungry?"

The man had a very peculiar hair color and complexion, all of which were paper pale, which is characteristic of albinism.

Dick couldn't help taking a step back. It wasn't that he was afraid or discriminated against albinos, it was just that he suddenly didn't know how to get along with everyone.

The man raised his head in his direction, his red eyes flashed surprise, and were immediately filled with gentle and imperceptible pity.Ryan stood up, walked up to him and held out his hand: "Hi, Dick, may I call you that?"

Dick looked at the slender white hand in front of him helplessly, shook his fingertips lightly, and nodded.

"My name is Ryan Black." Ryan squatted down to meet Dick's eyes, and he smiled reassuringly: "The person who adopted you, that is, your legal father is Bruce Wayne. He is now Discussing your documents and assets with Alfred and the police and lawyers. But rest assured, Bruce Wayne is a good man, he...we will treat you very well."

He deliberately didn't mention the matter of Dick's parents, for fear of touching the boy's heartache.

"Mr. Black..." Dick opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't make a sound in the end.

"You can call me Ryan, or anything else..." Ryan hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't make up his mind to tell his relationship with Bruce.He sighed, stood up and took Dick's hand and walked upstairs: "Alfred has prepared a room for you."

Coco followed behind him step by step.

Dick was a little confused. Alfred had clearly stated his identity as a butler when he introduced himself, but the man in front of him only explained what Mr. Pennyworth and Mr. Wayne were doing, but only introduced his name .

He didn't understand what Mr. Black was here for, maybe he was... a servant of the manor?

But looking at his demeanor and clothes, Dick thought he was looking at the adults beside him holding his hand without any trace, and there was a face that was so delicate that it was like a perfect face carved by an artist. Would like to believe he was a servant.

But the warmth belonging to another person in his hands made him feel at ease in such a strange environment. Dick moved his fingers and touched the fine calluses on Ryan's hands. Unlike his parents, there were much fewer calluses on his hands , the positions are also different.

Dick was wandering in his thoughts, not even noticing that he was distracted by a man who was a stranger five minutes ago.After the uneasiness and tension were soothed by the temperature of another person, fear and fear lingered like vines, accompanied by doubts about the fact that the parents had died.

He couldn't believe that his mother who was stroking his hair before going on stage to encourage him just abandoned him like this.

Dick paused, looking up at the man who was looking down at him, confused by his movements.

Those blue eyes looked exactly like Bruce.

This kind of cognition made Ryan dazzled for a moment. He looked at the boy whose hands were uneasily changed into the corners of his clothes in doubt, and asked as gently as possible: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Bryan." The boy seemed to feel that such a request was inappropriate: "I want to go back to the circus, maybe my parents are just... just..." His eye circles were already red, no Go on, but Lane already knows what he means.

He also once stubbornly believed that his parents did not die, they just found an excuse to abandon him.

Ryan squatted down and looked into his eyes, and said softly, "I can take you back, but it's too late now." He took out his phone from his pocket and let Dick see the numbers on it.

He stroked the boy's soft black hair, and suggested comfortingly: "It's already eleven o'clock, and all the children have gone to bed at this point. Maybe I can take you there tomorrow."

"Okay." Dick nodded obediently.

"Good boy." Ryan took his hand and continued to walk upstairs. He calmed down a little, and was going to go back to discuss with Bruce after he settled Dick.

But he didn't deal with children too much, he didn't notice the firmness flashing across Dick's face at all, he didn't know that children were much more difficult to deal with than the fluffy army.

"Good night, Ryan." Dick put on the pajamas that Alfred found temporarily for his young master (now he should be called the master) when he was a child, and curled up on the bed obediently, watching Ryan turn off the room lights just for him Keep a night light by your bed.

"Good night, Dick. I hope you have a good dream." Ryan smiled, and gently closed the door of the room.

Coco didn't know when it had disappeared.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, his slender white fingers were still on the doorknob, and stood in front of the door waiting for a while.Finally, he sighed, turned and went downstairs.

But almost the moment he turned around, the door was carefully pushed open a gap.

Bruce was sitting on the sofa in the living room, a pile of messy documents spread out on the table in front of him.The police and lawyers had already left, and Ah Fu went to the kitchen to prepare some supper.He looked up at Ryan who pushed the door and walked in: "How is he?"

Who he is is self-evident.

The milk and cocoa that went to nowhere for a long time are indeed here.

The gray cat was nestled next to Bruce, already asleep.

Coco, on the other hand, lay obediently on the carpet next to the sofa, wagging her tail, looking at Bruce eagerly.

Ryan picked up the rubber bone toy in the corner of the table and threw it to it, sighed, and sat down beside Bruce: "Good boy, I'm already in bed."

He frowned and looked at Bruce with some concern: "But his mental state is not very good." His parents fell and died in front of him.

It is impossible for such a thing not to have a bad effect on a child as young as 12 years old.

Bruce squeezed his hand reassuringly: "I'll make an appointment with a psychiatrist tomorrow, and we can only try to alleviate his pain as much as possible."

"He asked me to take him back to the circus, and I said yes tomorrow."

"Circus." Bruce frowned. If he didn't notice the abnormality of the circus, he could poke his own eyes: "Be careful." But he didn't stop Ryan, he imagined that even if something happened, the boyfriend Also enough to cope.

"That animal trainer... really used a false identity, and ran away as soon as he got off the stage." He looked at Ryan, and threw out his own opinion: "I asked the leader, and there was no arrangement for the Grayson family tonight." A show, because the new animal trainer was too unreliable, so the Graysons were temporarily sent to the rescue."

"So you didn't check the condition of the rope at all?" Ryan also frowned. It seemed that this "accident" was a deliberate murder.

"En." Bruce nodded. Just now, he comforted himself that his boyfriend could definitely handle these small scenes, but he overturned it in an instant: "I'll go with you, after all, I'm his legal guardian."

It doesn't matter if you don't bring up this topic, Ryan can't help but laugh when he mentions this.

Because the United States has not issued a law that gays can marry, so no matter whether the two people are married or not, the guardian can only sign Bruce and one of his names, and Bruce secretly signed his own name behind his back.

"What's it like being a father?" Lane poked his finger in the face.

"Feeling?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, thinking seriously: "Not bad? This time I decide on other people's pocket money?" He blinked at Ryan quite innocently: "What else can I feel? ? Worrying if he'll find out I'm actually Batman?"

Ryan couldn't help changing poking to pinching, and joked: "Don't worry, he is good enough. Not every child is as naughty as you, and falls into the bat cave at every turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light flashed outside the window.No matter how good the sound insulation is, the engine sound of the sports car can still be heard clearly through the open windows.

It can't be Alfred, and it can't be milk and cocoa with a confused face.

There are only four people in Wayne Manor now.

All three have been cleared of suspicion.

Although it was more of a worry, Bruce still couldn't help raising the corners of his lips: "Is he really better than me?"

"..."

Ryan coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment: "Maybe it's just a thief, is Dick still lying on the bed?"

Bruce stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the crooked traces of the Ferrari, he raised his eyebrows: "Wow, it seems that this 'Mr. Thief' hasn't got his driver's license yet."

Ryan: "..."

"But the good news is that the Ferrari is a bit old. Although it is well maintained, it can be regarded as the slowest one in the garage. Let me call the police. The policeman just now should not have gone too far. He should Mr. Grayson can be brought back safely."

"Let me go." Ryan stood up: "It seems that I can't leave the keys in the car for convenience in the future."

Bruce nodded while looking out the window, and realized something was wrong after a while: "Wait, what car do you want to drive?" But the boyfriend still has an extremely dangerous Formula 1 car parked in the garage.

Ryan would be better off driving the Batmobile than the damn race car.

But god, Bruce finally proves how much he really knows his little boyfriend.

Ryan's voice came from far away: "Equation."

"Hiss." Bruce gasped, it's over, a guy who writes as an adult without a driver's license and reads as a minor is going to chase another minor without a driver's license.

The author has something to say:

Come on, I wonder if any little angels have seen Titans~

The manga was adopted at the age of 8, and I changed it to 12 years old.. Otherwise, the age of the master and Ryan on the line.. Not to mention the age of the widow sister of the Ninimei team...

Put up a flag: collect two birds and get married, collect four birds plus Batgirl and you're done.

Uncle Laughter, I don't plan to write the main text anymore, I may write a side story or open another article to supplement it.

Women's Federation Four will probably be written as a side story.

As for the end of this chapter, hh Leybold said earlier that he does not have a super driver's license for formula racing