I haven't been a big brother for many years

The nights in Gotham City are not peaceful, and the citizens are even a little bit uninterested in such things as someone driving in the wrong direction, so they just agree to drive the car to both sides, and tacitly make room for it.

Fortunately, even pedestrians are rarely seen on the outskirts of Gotham at this time, and the number of vehicles is much smaller than during the day.Everyone knows Gotham isn't safe at this time of day.

It wasn't until the tired Gotham people who had finished a busy day of life saw that a little black-haired boy was sitting in the Ferrari.

"Oh my God!" But before they could finish shouting, a black Tomahawk suddenly jumped out of the elevated road above the intricate road.

Ryan eventually chose a more convenient motorcycle, although this motorcycle is not legally allowed on the road.

But Batmobiles and motorcycles are obviously not allowed either, are they?

The speed of the motorcycle was so fast that the rubber tires rubbed against the ground violently, and Ryan could already smell the bad smell of rubber.

This strange motorcycle has four wheels. It is an all-black model specially customized by Chrysler for Bruce Wayne. The car body stopped firmly in front of Ferrari.

Fortunately, Dick still knew where the brakes were, and barely stopped when he was about to hit the motorcycle. He almost had a heart attack from the fear of the king who fell from the sky in front of him.

I don’t know if the man on the motorcycle took off his helmet on purpose. If the director gave a slow-motion shot, the audience can clearly see the curvaceous jaws that are exposed one by one as the helmet is taken off. , with perfect lip shape, high nose bridge, fair and clear skin, bright crimson eyes, slightly raised eyebrows and smooth forehead, and finally, a complete close-up of his face allows the audience to see that he is a little messy The silver-white hair fluttering in the air and the face that made the female audience and some male audiences scream wildly.

Just the slight smile on the corner of his pursed lips is enough to make people fall in love with him.

Too bad it's not a Hollywood action movie, without a director.

The only audience is a little guy with no hair growing.

Although Dick's heart is still beating now, it's obviously not because of his face, but because of his fright.

He swallowed subconsciously, looked at the man who was walking towards him step by step with the helmet in his hands, and frantically flashed the bullet screen in his mind: How could this be a male servant? ?Mr. Wayne must have hired an agent to be his bodyguard!

In a way, Dick did get the truth.

In his eyes, the bodyguard, who was equivalent to a devil, reached out and opened the door of the Ferrari, and lifted him out like a chicken.

He didn't even have the keys to his Ferrari! ! !Dick didn't know what was going on in his mind anymore. He felt that he was probably finished. Mr. Bodyguard still had a smile on his face, but the smile looked horrible, and there was no trace of tenderness—— Dick Thinking I might get a beating from Mr. Black before being thrown back into the circus.

It was just that the white-haired man who was carrying him put him on the back seat of the motorcycle and handed him the helmet, even though he had a fake smile on his face.Then, he just made two phone calls.

Dick didn't know who he called, but he probably called one to the towing company and one to Wayne Manor.

"I see."

Dick had a sullen face, unable to figure out what someone in Wayne Manor said, but the man in front of him suddenly showed a sweet smile...

Didn't they call Wayne Manor?Was it for his girlfriend? ?Dick thought, Mr. Bodyguard, whom he was slandering, suddenly hung up the phone and turned his head to look at him seriously.

The hairs all over his body stood up in an instant, and he stared at the red devil's eyes without blinking for a moment, so frightened that he even forgot to breathe.

But the man with extremely dangerous aura around him touched his head and laughed like a prank: "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Dick nodded subconsciously, and immediately stopped his neck and dared not move.

Then he heard Mr. Bodyguard chuckle: "Don't do such a dangerous thing next time, if you want to go, just say it again and tell me."

Dick widened his blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Bruce's, in surprise, and looked at him stupidly.

Ryan shrugged: "I apologize for being too strong, if that's what's holding you back from saying you want to go home again."

"No, it's me..." Dick blushed, not knowing what to say.In the end, he "me" for a long time, and finally lowered his head: "It's my fault, I thought you didn't want to pay attention to me. I'm too scared, I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal the car."

"Okay, okay." Ryan felt the unusually soft feel of the black hair in his hand, and narrowed his eyes contentedly: "It's not your fault, nor my fault. It's Bruce Wayne's fault. As a guardian, he unexpectedly Letting a young child feel insecure in his house."

Hearing what he said, Dick couldn't help raising his head to defend Bruce: "No." The pair of cobalt blue eyes flashed in front of his eyes, and the color of the deep sea, like Prussian blue, flashed at that moment. Put out the fear in his heart: "Mr. Wayne is willing to adopt me...he is a good man."

Ryan raised his hand to cover his dissatisfied small movements of puffing up his cheeks. He was obviously the one who had been busy with his presence. How could Bruce, who hadn't shown his face before, have such a high status?

He coughed lightly, asked Dick to put on his helmet, and straddled his long legs on the motorcycle: "Hold tight."

It doesn't matter, he still has time and opportunity to restore his fatherly image.

The engine started in an instant, and Dick leaned backward due to inertia and almost fell off the motorcycle. He hurriedly put his arms around Ryan's waist before recovering and asked loudly, "Where are we going?"

The huge wind whistling past his ears almost swallowed all the questions he shouted with all his strength. The thin coat on Dick's body was rattled by the wind. He couldn't help leaning against Ryan. The white-haired man He blocks most of the cold wind.

"Huh?" Mr. Bodyguard, who didn't think carefully when he went out, only wore a helmet. Ryan's silver-white hair was blown up by the wind without hesitation, revealing the white and full forehead covered by broken hair.Ryan narrowed his eyes halfway, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "You will know when you arrive."

childish.

Dick couldn't help complaining in his heart, he guessed that Ryan was going to take him to the circus.

He tried his best to ignore the warmth rising in his heart, and buried his small face on the back of the man in front of him.

The black and white clothes, which looked very much like a servant's uniform, were unexpectedly soft, and Dick suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Ryan was right, he would have obediently climbed into bed at this time.

In a daze, he regained consciousness for the last time: he always felt the smell of his favorite vanilla ice cream lingering at the tip of his nose.

Could it be the smell of this man?

Between half-dream and half-awake, he seems to have dreamed that when he was carefree in the circus, he took the few cents he begged from his helpless and gentle mother, and chased the pink girl who played the happy birthday song under the scorching sun. The ice cream truck ran for a long time, and finally ate the snow-white ice cream ball.

Maybe it's too tired, or maybe it's because those days are gone forever.

The vanilla-flavored ice cream was even better than the chocolate-flavored ice cream he liked.

"It's really sweet."

Ryan froze, feeling the wetness on the thin cloth behind him, he couldn't help but sighed.

"That's why you stayed out late and sat at the circus all night and got yourself a cold?"

Bruce frowned, leaning against the window with his arms folded across his chest, looking at Ryan who was lying on the bed with his back turned to him and hid his head in the quilt and just sneezed secretly, and asked.

Milk, who was lying on the quilt and licking fur wantonly, was frightened by his movement, jumped off the bed with a "meow", and ran out of the room quickly.

As a result, the "caterpillar" on the bed froze as far as the naked eye could see, a fluffy white head slowly poked out from under the quilt, a pair of big crimson eyes with physiological water mist from sneezing, Eyeing Bruce cautiously.

Ryan coughed lightly, and his voice was obviously hoarse: "I just think it's more important to fulfill a child's wish...well."

"It's up to you." Bruce snorted softly, and he had nothing to do with him, he could only ask Alfred to find some of the bitterest special medicines, hoping to improve his boyfriend's memory.But after thinking about it, my boyfriend is not afraid of suffering at all, let alone taking medicine. He can only verbally express his dissatisfaction with his behavior of not caring about his body.

But once the boyfriend acted like a baby, it wasn't considered acting like a baby, so he couldn't look at those crimson eyes and criticize him.

"Brucie, Brucey." Ryan hooked the corners of his lips under the cover of the quilt, stretched out his arms like a beckoning cat, and beckoned Bruce to come over.He has a way of making Bruce forgive him instantly.

Bruce reluctantly walked over.

He opened the capsule on the bedside and poured the powder on the spoon.The spoon lightly taps the hot water that has been cold for a while, so that the powder becomes a suspension.

Bruce tried the temperature with the tip of his tongue, and after confirming that it was not hot, he carefully handed the silver spoon to Ryan's lips.

Ryan, who was already laughing in his heart, drank the medicine expressionlessly, and frowned suddenly when he swallowed the liquid.

Bruce, who had been observing the changes in his expression, immediately became nervous. He put down his spoon and approached Ryan, asking anxiously, "What's wrong? It's too hot?"

The former underworld boss with a bad stomach suddenly put his hand on the back of his head and quickly pressed Bruce to himself, kissed him on the lips, and then stretched out his tongue to lick his lips contentedly.

He deliberately smacked his lips and smiled contentedly: "It's too bitter."

Deceiving.

He tasted it just now, and the medicine has no taste at all.

Bruce tapped Ryan's nose lightly with his finger, and also laughed: "Your nose is getting longer, little villain."

Just as Ryan was about to answer, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and his eldest cousin Tony Stark walked in aggressively.

Behind him is Alfred Pennyworth who looks innocent but is actually watching the show.

And Dick Grayson, who looks shocked as if his world view has been subverted.

He he he...

Was Lane kissing Mr. Wayne just now? ? ?

What is their relationship? ? ?

The author has something to say:

emmm...Iron Man vs. Batman? (laugh)