I haven't been a big brother for many years

Some imperceptible emotion flashed in Bruce's cobalt blue eyes, and with the throbbing of his heart, he chose to obey.

If this is Ryan's will, he can obey the burning desire in those scarlet eyes without any resistance, which seems to burn him out.

The elevator quickly reached the top floor.

The overlapping bodies fell on the leather couch.

The wet kiss flowed down the corners of his lips with the smell of alcohol, and the soft white hair rubbed against Bruce's chin, making him distracted.

He seemed to enjoy biting something.

Bruce thought, sharp canines grinding against his Adam's apple right now.

He bites very lightly, like a milk dog with half-toothed teeth happily grinding his teeth with his favorite toy.

Bruce snorted softly, feeling a little uncomfortable that the armor that had not been taken off restrained an indescribable part.

Ryan raised his head and looked at Bruce quietly with those bright red eyes.His hand climbed onto the back of Bruce's neck and groped there for a long time. With a soft sound, he snapped open a mechanism.

Accompanied by small sounds from various joints, Batman's suit was quickly taken off.

The speed was so fast that Bruce, like himself, just drank ginger juice, and his drunkenness was simply faked.

But Ryan, who aroused Bruce's desire, suddenly stopped his movements irresponsibly. He half-closed his eyes contentedly, rubbed against Bruce's neck, and lay down lazily on Bruce's body.

Bruce was taken aback, and heard him whispering in his ear: "I don't know what to do, so be it..."

His voice had a soft feeling that was different from the usual one, and it was obvious that he was acting like a baby. The ending was drawn out, forcing Bruce to agree.

Bruce was angry and amused, and for a moment didn't know what to do with him.Especially now that he was stripped naked, and Ryan was even wearing his boots completely.

He couldn't bear Ryan's unintentional teasing at first, but fortunately, his willpower was enough for him to forcibly restrain himself, and he pushed back the idea of ​​wanting to teach him a hard lesson—he was always worried that he would scare him. To him, will hurt him.

He always told himself that now is not the time, he should wait until Gotham is stable and peaceful.

But now, he looked at Ryan, who was leaning quietly on his shoulder, at the pale pink cheeks on his fair cheeks and the tiny droplets of light shining on his long silver-white eyelashes.

He knew he couldn't bear it today.

Turning his head and gently kissing the cheeks dyed with arse, Bruce put his arms around Ryan's waist, turned over and pressed him under him.

The low-pitched panting and precipitation turned into beautiful wine-red eyes, crystal clear water and thin lips that kept repeating his name, fair skin and a beautiful light pink dye.Both evoked some emotion raging in his chest.

He loves the way he cries and calls his name.

Eat marrow to know the taste.

……

The top floor of the Wayne Building may be the place with the best lighting in Gotham. The dazzling sunlight passes through the thick glass, but fails to pass through Bruce's palm.

Bruce was lying on his side, his bare back and chest covered with indescribable marks.His cobalt blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the sleeping man leaning against his chest.

The slender fingers closed together and raised slightly, just enough to block the sunlight on Ryan's face.

The light-colored thin lips now look a little red and swollen, and now they are as attractive as red rose petals.Immediately down is the thin quilt that covers the chin.

He dared not look at those traces.

Bruce sighed silently, but the curvature of the corners of his lips could not be suppressed.

The sun seemed to have changed its angle, but Bruce didn't move.

Until the slender and thick silver-white eyelashes trembled slightly.

Bruce also froze with those small movements, hastily withdrew his hand, and closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the enlarged senses felt the soft hair rub against his chest, the quilt moved slightly, and his fingers were held by another person.

But at the same time, he also heard a hum that was deliberately suppressed.

Bruce opened his eyes in a hurry, and looked at him eagerly with cobalt blue eyes: "What's the matter, does it hurt?" He gently opened the hand that was obviously hotter than his, and carefully pulled him into his arms.

On the white neck covered by the thin quilt, there were dots of hickey marks.

Ryan couldn't help but frowned and bit his lower lip. There was a faint dull pain coming from somewhere behind him, and his back was so sore that it hurt even a little movement.

Bruce's hand quickly followed the muscle lines to his lower back, kneading gently.

The slender fingers caused strange tremors wherever they went.

Ryan whimpered softly and buried his face in his chest.

But he had to admit that Bruce's massage was too good.

Although he now hides his face like an ostrich and doesn't say a word.It's not that he doesn't want to say something, it's just that he feels too ashamed - he clearly remembers what happened to him when he was drunk.

Including but not limited to how Bruce found him in the bar, how he took him to the cemetery, and how he asked him to wait for him in the car for a while.It also includes how he leaned against a strange little boy and cried, and also included those absurd things last night.

He bit his lower lip, not even noticing that all his breath was on Bruce's chest, who was close at hand.On the contrary, Bruce saw that he even had hickey marks on his wrists, and looked back uncomfortably.

The hands kept moving, Bruce slowed his breathing, and said hesitantly: "We... let's get married after all these things are over."

His low and hoarse voice sounded in Ryan's ear, and for a moment, Ryan quickly covered his ears.Those warm air currents tickled his heart so much that he didn't even realize what Bruce had said.

Bruce, who was waiting for his answer, couldn't help laughing at his movements. He held Ryan's hand covering his ears, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose with his nose: "Little villain...you are too much."

"Obviously you are the one who went too far." Ryan desperately suppressed his desire to bite the tip of his nose, turned his head to avoid his gaze, and buried his face in his chest desperately.

Bruce chuckled, stepped back and got off the bed, knelt down beside the bed.

Now Ryan had nowhere to hide, he could only pick up the quilt to cover his face.

"Really?" The smile in Bruce's heart was almost flooding, but he pretended to be wronged: "But last night, someone begged me..."

Before he finished speaking, Ryan lifted the quilt angrily: "You are talking nonsense! I remember everything!"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and elongated his tone: "Oh? Is that so, remember everything?"

It was only then that Ryan realized what he had admitted. His cheeks were dyed red as if he had been cursed by a magician.He wanted to pull back the quilt to cover his head to hide, but Bruce grabbed the corner of the quilt first.

If Bruce had a tail, it must be a big gray tail like a big bad wolf wagging behind him waiting for the kitten to take the bait.But it's a pity that he has no tail, and wolves can't wag their tails.

"Then do you remember that you teased me so crazy that you lay on top of me like a dead fish?" Bruce narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Ryan's eyes widened: "I... didn't mean it."

"Then should you make it up to me?" Bruce stretched out his index finger and tapped lightly on the tip of his small nose.

Ryan gritted his teeth resentfully, and pointed to the ambiguous marks all over his body: "Is this not compensation?"

"But what you said yesterday made me very sad." Bruce sighed pretendingly, and said quietly: "I was sad for a long time, but when I found you, I found a blonde girl leaning on you... "

"Enough!" Ryan couldn't help rubbing his temples: "How do you want me to make up for it?"

There was a little cunning in Bruce's cobalt blue eyes, and he curled his lips into a smile: "Marry me."

Ryan: "?!"

"Are you crazy?" It's such a nonsense to say now.

Bruce shook his head in a good-tempered manner, his azure eyes were sincere and serious, as blue as the sky: "I'll start preparing for the wedding after I've dealt with Gotham's affairs."

"It's not impossible... Brucey." Ryan propped his head up with one hand and raised his eyebrows: "Are you wearing a wedding dress?"

Unexpectedly, Bruce thought about it seriously: "...Let me think about it."

"???"

……

Jason didn't sleep well all night, lying on the bed tossing and turning, thinking over and over again what Batman wanted to do.

So when he woke up in the morning, he was not surprised to find that there were dark circles around his eyes.

So the black-haired boy who was sitting across from him and his age was waiting for breakfast, inadvertently caught a glimpse of his dark circles, and accidentally laughed out loud.

Jason, who has a bad temper at all, wanted to beat him up in an instant, but Mr. Butler just at this moment brought the freshly baked waffles and gave Dick a warning look.

Dick instantly restrained his smile, and only raised a rather friendly smile: "Sorry, sorry, you don't have to be nervous, Mr. Wayne is a very good person. Um, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself, I am Dick Grayson, yours name is?"

"Jason Todd." Jason raised his eyebrows, but chose to report his name.

"Aha! Jason." Dick quickly forked a waffle onto his plate: "You can call me Brother Dick!"

Veins popped out on Jason's forehead instantly. This guy is too loud, can he beat him up?

But the noise seems to have its benefits too.Jason frowned and thought for a while, suppressing the thought of fighting him for now.He pretended to be curious: "I saw a man with white hair..."

"You mean Alfred?" Dick interrupted Jason while biting a waffle, and pointed at the back of Mr. Butler, who was serving the milk, with a fork.

"It's not him." Jason took a deep breath.

"That's Ryan. Ryan Black." Dick raised his eyebrows and looked at him curiously: "What's wrong? He picked you up? Where is it?"

"The cemetery..." Jason took a bite of the waffle and pretended to mention it casually: "He looks very sad."

"Ah, yes." He didn't mention it, but Dick couldn't help but feel very sad for Milk's death.Although they didn't get along for a long time, Coco and Milk are his good playmates.

"What did he look like? I mean the one who died." Jason put down his fork, and he remembered the way the white-haired man named Ryan held him and cried last night.He couldn't help touching his cheek, could he look like him?

Dick didn't mind his addressing him as "he", but put down the fork and compared the size of the milk: "Black gray...um" He touched his hair and said, "It's like my hair s color."

Although Dick's words were a bit strange, Jason wanted to hit him for a while.He stroked his red-blond hair thoughtfully.

The author has something to say:

Milk is actually not dead... It is actually a spirit star (little angels who have seen the red light should know), Leybow gave it the red light ring.

You should all know how much bigger Yeyi is than Ertong in the comics. The plot here needs to be advanced.Because you have to start dating early.

The appearance setting is the previous setting, blond red hair, dyed black in order to become Robin.

Then there will be Arkham Knight, no red hood.The knight set is really cool!And pointy cat ears

Already em, I don't want what they do now, but for the rice to play earlier.

Then... there will probably be more [-]D numbers tomorrow.Daily refill little angels, this article should be finished in ten chapters, probably.