I haven't been a big brother for many years

Back again to the suburban mansion that looks like a fortress from the outside.

Ryan sighed, and slowly closed the doorknob with his slender fingers.Before he could use any strength, his hands were wrapped by long, slender fingers in black gloves.

The cobalt blue eyes blinked reassuringly, and Bruce opened the door with Ryan with a slight force on his hand.

"Bonjour~" The people behind the door didn't seem to be surprised by their arrival at all, the corners of the lips of the green-haired clown with exaggerated makeup were dyed scarlet.

He was already smiling, but his knees were still wrapped in gauze.

Bruce took a step back defensively, keeping Ryan firmly behind him.

"Oh~ Don't be afraid of the little bat, I'm not here to cause trouble. This time I'm here to help." The clown smiled and clenched the crutch in his hand, but he didn't sit up on the small sofa.

Bruce ignored him, watching his every move vigilantly.

Three people were firmly tied together on the sofa, and Ryan glanced at them: George, the old housekeeper Andre, and a man he didn't know.

Standing in the corner was a woman with a graceful figure wrapped in a black tights. Ryan looked at her half-covered cheeks, and easily recognized the woman's identity: "Catwoman."

"Hey!" Before Selina could speak, she was preempted by the dissatisfied clown.He angrily stood up from the sofa, stepped on the armrest of the sofa, and asked with puffy cheeks, "Why didn't you answer me first? Obviously I am the more conspicuous one!"

He was indeed conspicuous in Arkham's bright orange hospital gown and purple suit jacket, but Ryan just raised his eyebrows expressionlessly: "That sofa is expensive, come down."

"..." The clown stomped viciously on the armrest of the sofa, and poked it twice with his cane, "Isn't my value worth a sofa?"

Ryan shrugged, took Bruce's hand behind his back, walked around the clown blocking them, and pulled Bruce towards Selina.

"Although I am very happy." Selina snapped off the decorative sapphire on the vase in the corner and put it in her small bag.Put your back against the window sill and face the two: "But this time the clown really seems to be planning to help you, and it might not be a good idea to annoy him, sweetheart."

The Joker nodded contentedly behind them where only Catwoman could see.

"But I don't think I should please a person who tied up my housekeeper and his capable men. Besides, we still have old scores." Ryan snorted coldly, wondering what kind of ecstasy soup the clown had given Selina.

"We don't need his help." Batman echoed at the right time. Even if the Joker really came to help, he would still distract most of their attention to prevent the Joker from stabbing him in the back: "After Gotham restores order, I will Will send him back to Arkham."

He didn't believe that the clown could help people sincerely and aimlessly.

"Actually, I don't believe it." Selina touched her cheek: "But compared to his suggestion, what makes me more unacceptable is that the two of you are actually together?"

"Second." The clown followed.If it weren't for the situation, he really wanted to break the clenched hands of the two with his cane.

George, who was gagged with some unknown cloth, also whimpered a few times.

"Okay, clown. Talk about your suggestion." Ryan raised his eyebrows, not wanting to continue this topic.

"His suggestion sounds absurd, but I think it's very feasible." Selina interjected forcefully, as if revenge for the clown's words just now: "You must find the location of the nuclear bomb, but obviously, there are only four people in Gotham right now. Knowing that damn weapon that can blow up an entire city in an instant."

"Joanna." Catwoman's half face covered by the mask showed a half-smile expression: "I don't need to explain too much, everyone here knows her feelings for you, Ryan."

At this moment, the man who was tied to the sofa and whom Ryan didn't know made a "woo hoo" protest.

But no one paid any attention to him. Selina didn't give the clown a chance to get back his lines and continued, "Harry...I'll change my name to something easy to understand, Harley Quinn. As long as this guy beckons."

Selina pointed to the clown who didn't know whether it was a smug look or something else, and said rather disgusted and helpless: "As long as the clown beckons, the silly girl will drop everything and fall into his arms."

"And Thalia..." Selina's expression was obviously optimistic: "The clown found out that she had a very romantic past with the big black bat next to you."

Ryan, who roughly understood that the clown's trick could be called a "beauty trick", couldn't help turning his head to look at Batman beside him.

Unsurprisingly, Bruce's faint blue eyes were also staring straight at him at the moment.Ryan couldn't help coughing lightly when he saw it: "emm...b, bat, I don't mean to blame you..." He was just, a little curious?Ryan didn't know what to say.

But Bruce didn't even give him a chance to continue. Gotham's dark knight lowered his head slightly, quickly and accurately kissed the light crimson thin lips, and immediately stopped Ryan's voice with some doubts and embarrassment.

The light kiss was just a shallow touch, but it succeeded in making everyone present except Ryan start to despise Batman's methods.

shameless!

But no one can argue that this trick really works.

Selina secretly guessed in her heart whether Batman deliberately left the lower half of his face for the weird purpose of making kissing easier.

"You know I'm yours." Batman with a low voice added this sentence as if he still felt that the meaning expressed was not accurate enough.

"I know, I know!" Ryan waved his hands hastily, desperately turning the topic back on track: "Then what about Bain?"

No matter how you looked at it, the clown who didn't like the faint blush on his face snorted softly, and answered reluctantly: "Then I'll have to ask him."

The clown raised his chin and motioned the three of them to look at the man who was tied up and whom Ryan didn't know: "When I came here, that guy was discussing how to deal with Bain with your good housekeeper and little assistant. I will Tie them up and help you keep the topic fresh.”

The three people who were tied up for no reason were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood when they heard such an answer.

"You should have heard of my name, Your Excellency." The man whose cloth strip was removed from his mouth by Ryan hastily opened his mouth to justify himself: "I came this time because I heard something about Bain, and I want to tell you something about Bain." You express my sincerity."

"Deadshot." Ryan nodded, of course he had heard of the name of the famous marksman: "Let's hear it?"

"Bane's strength is largely due to the titan venom he injected into his body one after another. If confronted head-on, I am afraid that even Deathstroke will not be his opponent. But his weakness is also the reason why he is strong."

"You mean..." Ryan paused, and asked uncertainly: "Is there a time limit for the use of this venom?"

"That's right." Deadshot nodded, affirming Ryan's conjecture: "Although Bane carries a big jar on his back all the time, delivering venom into his body, as long as he cuts off the jar that delivers the venom, that big man will become a trapped person." Beast, nothing can be done."

"Aha~" The clown clapped his hands in satisfaction: "All the problems are solved like this. Then we can assign work."

"Catwoman dealt with Poison Ivy and Firefly, I think you must have summed up a lot of experience in dealing with them. After all, you are old acquaintances."

"As for the rest of the super criminals... oh, I don't want to be called such a shameful name. Their crap that doesn't even care to commit crimes doesn't deserve the title 'super' at all. I think the GCPD would be fine with those minions .”

"Hey! Bat, what kind of eyes do you have? Is there something wrong with what I said?" The clown put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, and bent slightly to look at Batman who expressed his dissatisfaction in silence.

The problem is big.

Not to mention whether the Gotham police can beat these criminals (just one Riddler is enough to give these police a collective headache), he absolutely disagrees with Ryan against Joanna.

Who knows what good things that crazy woman will do.

"He has to be with me."

Batman's disapproving stare was cold enough to make the Kryptonians extinguish the heat rays, but it did nothing to bring the Joker to his knees.

The clown sneered, showing no sign of weakness: "You mean you want to take your current boyfriend to date your ex-girlfriend?"

This is indeed a headache, but Bruce has long found a loophole in the Joker's plan: "Talia will never let go of such emotions because of envy. His father Ras Agu died in Gotham. Talia I will definitely try my best to inherit the last wish of Master Ninja and destroy Gotham."

Selina nodded at this time: "And poor Harley, obviously they don't trust her enough. The clown has contacted her just now, but unfortunately, even if she tried her best, she couldn't give her little pudding Bring any useful news."

The clown pouted bitterly, but he couldn't refute, what they said was right.

"Joanna too." Ryan frowned: "I doubt she will kill me directly."

But this time, it was clear that no one agreed with her idea.

"No, trust me, Ryan. She will just lock you up in a cage for the rest of your life." Selina shuddered, her expression resentful: "Did I show you the video she sent? About... um, hey!"

The clown raised his cane and slammed her on the shoulder to interrupt Selina's words.

When Catwoman almost scratched it back with her sharp claws, she also rationally returned to the cage and closed her mouth.

"About what?" Ryan frowned, and a bad premonition slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

But both the clown and Catwoman kept their mouths shut, while George and old Andre, who had removed the cloth strips from their mouths, were full of doubts, not knowing what happened.

Just when the atmosphere was getting anxious, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Ryan half-closed his bloodshot eyes, and the strong unhappiness was clearly captured by everyone.But still no one spoke, only Bruce took his hand quietly, signaling him not to pursue it any further.

He didn't trust Catwoman and the Joker, but at some point, he had to admit that they were no less protective of Ryan than he was.

So just like he hid his physique from Ryan, the hidden video of Catwoman and the Joker may not be good news.

Ryan had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the door. Standing in front of the door was a courier with a childish face.He looked like he was just an adult, with the ignorance unique to teenagers on his face.

Although it was strange that the recipient wrote his name, Ryan still took the package.Perhaps because of the concealment of Catwoman and the Joker, and the resentment of Bruce's favorable attitude.These dissatisfaction overwhelmed reason, and Ryan opened the package.

"Boom"

This strange sound made Bruce, who was confirming the content of the video with Catwoman, instantly alert: "Ryan?"

No one responded.

Bruce rushed to the door almost at the speed of an athlete's [-]-meter sprint.His cobalt blue pupils shrank suddenly, and the worst premonition had come true——

The blood-red eyes of the white-haired man stared straight at the box that fell to the ground because of his fingers trembling violently.

Inside was the mutilated carcass of a gray cat.

Bruce doesn't even need to look to know that the nameplate, gleaming in metal around its neck, must say "milk."

He hastily put his arms around Ryan, letting his eyes, which he could hardly focus on, focus on his face: "Lane... God..."

The black cloak was used by Bruce to completely wrap Ryan, trying to warm his instantly icy body as much as possible.

Batman, who is notoriously ruthless, cupped his cheeks in his hands and planted small kisses on his face, desperately trying to calm his emotions.

Those slender, pale, trembling hands slowly wrapped their arms around Bruce's waist.

"I have to kill her." The pale thin lips spat out almost cruel words, which made the clown who had just put his fingers on the doorside laugh silently.

"Ryan..." Even though the murderous intent in his heart was almost overflowing his chest, Bruce still took a deep breath, forcing down those dark emotions, and his almost pious kiss fell on Ryan's forehead:

"You can't kill her."

"Neither can I."

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