I haven't been a big brother for many years

Lane didn't ask why.

He understands.

Many people are constantly questioning why Batman doesn't kill people.If he chooses to solve criminals in one go like other superheroes, instead of throwing them into Arkham or the Black Gate, saving criminals from escaping again and again, the job of fighting crime will undoubtedly be much easier.

But he could not and would not cross the line of the law.

It is impossible to bring about real peace by using violence to control violence without bottom line and restraint.

Not killing people is his bottom line. The bottom line is very fragile and easy to break. Killing someone is easy for Batman.But once you make an exception, you have already torn your principles to pieces. Now that you make an exception, there will be a next time, another time, and a next time...

Just a small exception will bury a huge hidden danger, just like a drop of ink dropped in the deep blue sea.It looks like nothing has changed, but the essence has.Eventually, even tens of thousands of miles of deep sea will be dyed pitch black.

The clown and Bruce are very similar, one restrains his madness with extreme self-discipline and restraint, and the other completely releases his madness.

It's just that their final choices are different.

Ryan understands Bruce's choice, he needs reason.

"I used to want to kill those criminals for you. I thought you couldn't do it because of the moral constraints in your heart. It was a kind of weakness." Ryan tightened his arms around Bruce's waist, and leaned his head gently Bruce's shoulder: "But you are not weak. I probably guessed the reason later, but I don't want to agree with your choice and approach."

Bruce followed his movements and hugged him tightly, the distance between the two was so close that he could even feel Ryan's heartbeat through the armor.

Bruce was silent.

"It must be very hard. The feeling that there is nowhere to vent the anger is obviously sadder than anyone else in my heart. But I must stand up, pretend that nothing happened, and be a firm defender of the law."

"Ryan." Bruce sighed softly, and the shape of the lips exposed under the mask revealed some coolness: "I'm sorry."

"You are the strongest person I've ever seen." Ryan smiled, he raised his head, and his eyes met the clown standing behind Bruce with a silent grin.

"It's just that sometimes I can't maintain my sanity like you. Sometimes...you are no longer rational like a human being." He paused, his eyes seemed to pass through the clown, and looked further away.

"You calmly scare me."

"Ryan..." Bruce suddenly felt flustered, and he wanted to deny this.

Not like that, he cares about him, he only cares about him.

"I want to be alone for a while, okay?" Ryan calmly let go of his arms and broke free from Bruce's arms.

He wanted to stop Ryan, but reason told him that it would be a better choice to let Ryan think for himself.

So he let go of his hand and watched Ryan walk to the gray cat's body. After silence, he took off the silver and red intertwined red light ring on his hand and placed it gently beside it, then turned and left.

The loud engine sound of a sports car soon sounded outside the window.

Bruce stood up from the ground and carefully picked up the cat's body.

"I'll trouble you if you find where Baine and the others are, Catwoman." He turned his head and said to Catwoman, but stared at the clown with warning eyes.

Selina nodded: "Where are you going?"

"The cemetery." Bruce seemed to sigh, but he didn't seem to, and then left.

……

The moon has climbed to the very center of the sky, and there are no stars tonight, only curved and bright arcs.

A valuable sports car is parked in front of the huge angel sculpture in front of the Wayne family cemetery.

The bright red color with a sense of purity is like an existence that is afraid that others will not be able to find it, and it also shines brightly in the dark.

Jason Todd put on a hat to cover his overly conspicuous golden-red hair, looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one around, he quietly walked over.

Helpless, he has already lived a life of stealing. He took out tools from the bag on his back that almost crushed him, carefully removed the Ferrari logo, and began to skillfully dismantle the tires. .

But what he happened to miss tonight was—there was someone in the car.

And no matter how light his movements are, he might disturb the person who was sitting in the car with his eyes closed.

Just as he was trying to remove the rear wheel, the rear door of the sports car suddenly slammed softly, then rotated upwards, and slowly opened in front of Jason.

The sudden change frightened Jason so much that he fell back and sat on the ground. He forgot to run away and stared blankly at the man with his long legs sticking out from the car and stepping on the ground.

The strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils. Jason's eyes moved from his khaki military boots to his taupe military trousers, and then his simple black shirt all the way up. The small pendant hanging from the shoulders with a little bit of light stopped on his face.

The man's face was exquisite, and the magnificent jewel-like crimson eyes shone with water.His eye sockets were slightly red, and there were obvious tear stains on his cheeks that were too white as if they would glow in the dark.

Jason was taken aback for a moment, but he knew in his heart: This is a drunk.

He is also a rich and good-looking drunkard.

The sight of the crimson eyes was a little erratic, but it still stopped on the unloaded tire on the ground.

Jason's heart skipped a beat, nervously waiting for the man in front of him to speak.He didn't know if he was drunk or not.

The white-haired man stopped to step out of the car, his slender fingers resting on his chin, tilting his head and raising the corners of his lips to look at him with interest: "Why did you steal this car?"

He raised his hand and motioned Jason to look not far away—a huge monster was hiding in the darkness not far away: the Batmobile was parked there quietly: "Isn't that one obviously better? "

Jason took a deep breath, not for the Batmobile, but for the man's almost sober words.Jason quickly stood up from the ground, looked around, and wanted to find a chance to slip away.

The white-haired man suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, stopping his movement.

Jason immediately stood stiffly in place, all kinds of urban ghost stories and the recent intensified riots in Gotham flashed through his mind.He wanted to pick up his wrench, at least that way he could fight back against a grown man.

But the white-haired man didn't give him a chance to react at all. He took a step forward and stepped out of the flamboyant sports car, but he lost his footing, and his whole body swayed and fell on top of Jason.

"Hello!" Jason hurriedly supported him, the strong smell of alcohol made Jason wrinkle his nose.The weight of the adult male almost crushed him, but fortunately he took two steps back in time to stabilize his precarious body.

Gritting his teeth, he thought of throwing the drunkard to the ground without thinking about anything. This guy was really drunk.

But he couldn't do it, because the man knelt on the ground on one knee, hugged his waist tightly, and buried his eyelids on his shoulders.He couldn't move at all.

Soon, he felt a wetness on his left shoulder.

"Hey! You bastard!" Jason panicked immediately, he didn't even know where to put his hands, he could only put them on his back stiffly: "Don't cry... there's nothing to cry about. "

"I'm sorry." There was only a man's soft whimper in his ear: "I'm sorry I didn't protect you well."

"Please, come back, it's all my fault." His deep voice was a little hoarse, and there was a thick and breathless sadness conveyed from it.

He looked really hopeless and helpless.It's like some big cats huddled together, foolishly trying to gain a sense of security with their fluffy tails.

Jason's blue eyes dimmed, and he thought he must have lost someone who was very important to him.

Just like when he lost his parents.

The man's silent crying seemed to have infected him, so he somehow softened his voice and comforted him: "It's okay, I'm back, I'm here."

The white-haired man finally loosened his frown. He nodded lightly, and soon fell asleep under the influence of alcohol.

Jason sighed, moving his body carefully, trying to break free from the shackles of his arms and put him on the ground smoothly.

And at this moment, a pair of black-gloved hands suddenly stretched out in the darkness, helping him to hold the white-haired man steady.

Jason's blue pupils suddenly dilated, and he recognized these gloves with three finned blades!

It's Batman!

He thought the Batmobile just happened to be parked here.

But the dark knight just hugged the white-haired man horizontally, and did not express any opinion on his shameless behavior of stealing tires: "What did he say to you?"

Jason looked at him ignorantly, but a trace of worry began to surface in his heart.

Did Batman hear anything?Then would he think that it was actually that man who was sexually harassing him?Could he be taking the gray-haired fellow to Blackgate?

He shouldn't pay attention to these, even if the man was sent to prison for such a crime, it has nothing to do with him, after all, it was caused by his own actions.

but...

However, Jason gritted his teeth: "He, he is my father..."

But Batman just stood there watching him without expressing any thoughts.

He doesn't believe in himself.Jason was acutely aware of what Batman's silence meant.He couldn't help but flustered, stammering and making up a lie: "He, I mean, he just said he wanted to adopt me."

"Okay." Bruce looked at the drunk and irrational Ryan in his arms, seriously suspecting that Ryan didn't know what he just said.But this promise made to the child, he will keep it for him.

Lying quietly in his arms, Ryan didn't know what kind of misunderstanding had happened. He just grabbed Bruce's cloak, turned his head sideways, and rubbed his face against the armor on Bruce's chest.

Like a feline showing its soft belly when acting like a baby.

Jason, who looked at him, hated iron and steel. Does this guy know what's going to happen?Can he be more reliable?

Jason finally regained his momentum, and warned in a fierce voice that Bruce saw: "He didn't do anything to me, put him down!"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be something wrong.But he still chose to ignore those strange feelings, raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the Batmobile: "Get in the car first."

Is he going to start to blame himself for stealing the wheel?

Jason couldn't help feeling annoyed at his meddling, he should have let the alcoholic go to jail by himself and leave him alone.

But in the end, forced by Batman's deterrence and the slightest worry in his heart, he obediently got into the Batmobile.

……

Now Jason felt that he should not be sent to prison, he was probably going to be ripped off by Batman.

Because when they were kidnapped, once the kidnappers took off their masks without any scruples, it meant that they didn't intend to let the hostages live at all.

He believes the same theorem applies to Batman.

Jason looked blankly at Bruce Wayne who took off the Batman helmet as if nothing had happened.

He was Bruce Wayne?

Batman, the Knight of Gotham, the superhero who scares criminals!It turned out to be that ignorant playboy Bruce Wayne? ?

Today is really fantastic.He is afraid that he is not living in a dream.

So Jason stood still, planning to wait for this nightmare to wake up quickly.

Until Bruce Wayne took the white-haired man off the co-pilot, he turned around and said, "Alfred will take you to rest first, and tomorrow I will talk to the lawyer about adopting you."

The gray-haired old butler who had been waiting there at some point took a step forward, took Jason's hand, and motioned him to come with him.

Jason: "???"

what?

But Batman, who was usually as careful as Sherlock Holmes, didn't pay attention to his twisted face, walked straight to the elevator, and pressed the number on the top floor of Wayne Building.

But before the elevator doors closed, the person who was sleeping peacefully in his arms started to move restlessly.

Bruce lowered his head and was hooked around the neck by the man in his arms without any defense.A passionate and aggressive kiss fell on his thin lips.

He was fierce like a beast showing its minions, and Bruce silently endured his alcohol-soaked licking and gnawing until the long sticky wet kiss ended, and Bruce found that he had been pinned to the wall of the elevator by Ryan.

The once gentle cat had turned into an aggressive beast, his hot ethanol breath spraying on Bruce's cheeks.Those red eyes stared at him brightly.

Lane said nothing.

But Bruce already knew what he meant from those eyes.

"I want you," said the eyes.

He wanted Bruce to look like he couldn't bear it, trapped by lust but escaping from the prison of reason he had built himself.

He wanted him to fall off the altar.