I haven't been a big brother for many years

Many people have many things in their lives, but they don't have what he really wants.So what can more other things do to these people?

Like Bruce Wayne, what he wants is peace in the true sense of Gotham, he wants to save the city.

Just like Ryan Black, what he wants is an emotion that will never betray, and he wants to put meaning for his actions in life.

The gorgeous sunset in the evening quietly dyed the sky red, Gotham is about to usher in her charming night.

The blood dripped drop by drop along the blade from the tip to the ground. The ticking sound made the person kneeling on the ground finally unable to bear the pressure in his heart. He crawled forward a few steps, knelt down at the feet of the blonde woman, and bowed reverently. He kissed her leather shoes lightly, trying to beg for forgiveness.

Joanna stroked his head gently with her hand as if she was very pleased.Throwing down a dagger, showing some expression of enjoyment, he evoked a sweet smile: "Boss is tolerant of you, and is willing to give one of you a chance. The winner can tell that Kasyanov is behind the scenes. What is it. There is only ~one~person~oh."

The three lying on the ground looked at each other.

Kasinoyaf, who had become icy, lay silently on the ground, as if heralding their end.

Joanna held a long black knife that was still dripping blood, stepped on the red high-heeled shoes with blood on it, happily humming Vivaldi's Four Seasons, and walked out of the dark basement.

She put away her distorted smile, looked at the mirror at the door to clean her appearance, wiped off the dust that didn't exist on her shoulders, and tried to curl her blond hair with her hands to get them back to the perfect position.

She showed a sweet smile that was the same as before, took out a white handkerchief from her arms, and morbidly wiped the long black knife repeatedly. The sharp blade cut the handkerchief and Joanna's palm.

But she seemed to be unconscious, wiping mechanically.Until the handkerchief was soaked in blood, Joanna's palm also had an obvious bloodstain, and blood continued to ooze from it.

Joanna frowned, not paying attention to her wound.Instead, take the knife to a place facing the sun, and carefully check whether there is any place on the knife that is stained by blood.

She didn't walk out the door until she was satisfied with the result, her face was full of cuteness.Her smile is sweet, but not disgusting, but just right, as if practicing in front of the mirror over and over again, until the corner of her mouth curls into a carefully calculated angle.

"Your knife, sir."

Ryan Black, who was leaning on the car and waiting, turned his head to look at her, noticing that she was wearing her own white gloves that she didn't know when she took them away, and that she passed the blade with her palm down, raised her eyebrows, but Ryan didn't take the blade , but stretched out his hand to gently hold her fingertips, and asked, "What happened to your hand? What happened?"

Her cheeks were dyed pink like a flower: "It's just a few small scratches." She held Ryan's hand instead: "Sir, you are right, it really was Kasinoyaf's little trick behind his back. I He has been dealt with. His family heir will come out soon." Her eyes were shining with the same malicious light that was almost the same as Ryan.

Ryan looked at her for a while, and helplessly put his hand on her head and touched it twice:

"Well done, my dear girl.

Cassinoyaf knew that Klein and Ras Agu tried to destroy Gotham. Although he didn't know what their plan was, he felt that Batman would definitely stop them.

Cassinoyaf had a good plan, and he had the same idea as us, wanting to cash in on Batman before he reacts. "

Joanna held Ryan's arm and wanted to lean on his chest, but Ryan turned slightly to avoid it.

Joanna snorted dissatisfied.But he didn't know what he was dissatisfied with: "Cassinoyaf is really brave. Isn't he afraid of being tied to the bat lamp by Batman like Falconi?"

Ryan led her around to the other side of the car. He didn't want Joanna to drive with her injured hand. He opened the door and wanted her to sit in the back seat:

"Batman...he can only see the so-called leader of the gang and the 'culprit' on the surface for the time being."

However, as soon as the words fell, the house that Joanna had just walked out of suddenly exploded, and the whole house was enveloped in flames in an instant. The heat wave from the explosion almost knocked the car into the air, and the two of them leaned on the body of the car, and they escaped the catastrophe .

The villa was burning with raging flames, and the sound of painful wailing continued to come from it.

The sound of wood being burned seems to be playing a concerto, and it is accompanied by an unpleasant smell when burning.

Black smoke poured into the sky from above the house, and the luxurious mansion collapsed and fell bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A card was affected by the air wave and flew out from the bottom of the car. Joanna quickly grabbed the card and handed it to Ryan.

Ryan's bright red eyes deepened against the firelight, and Joanna's familiar flame danced in his eyes.

Ryan fingered the card, a very ordinary poker, a joker: "JOKER".

He fixed his eyes on the playing card, and stood up with one hand supporting the car body.

He thought it was a little funny, the joke about wanting to destroy Gotham was not a joke after all, Arkham not only released Victor Zas, but also the Joker.

They couldn't hold him after all.

Joanna saw something strange from the corner of his raised mouth: "Who is it? Sir. He almost killed you."

"He's going to kill me sooner or later, but not now."

Lane gave her his hand, pulled her up off the ground, and handed her the poker

"Joseph Kerr, remember? The clown who always had a smile on his face."

Joanna's green eyes widened in surprise: "Is that him? He escaped from Arkham?"

Her raised voice sounded harsh because she couldn't believe it.

Ryan shrugged, turned and opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat: "Let's go, good Anna. He has already attracted the police."

The house that was still burning behind began to collapse, and some burnt wood fell down one after another.

Ryan squinted his bright red eyes, and the scope of the explosion was not large.

Even if he stood in front of the car just now, he would only be scalded by the blast, not the explosion.

The Joker doesn't want to kill him, but to, give him a warning.

Lane sighed, though.

I don't know why, these days he always appears at the first scene of a fire, and then takes away a mansion.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Ryan returned to the top floor of the Wayne Group on time, as he promised.

The dinner prepared by Ah Fu is very rich.On the table was pottage, roast lamb chops, fried shrimp, ham, roast beef, vegetables and bread and butter.Some cookies were set aside for dessert.

Gotham babe Bruce Wayne, in a decent leaden gray suit, finally reminds you that he's a billionaire.

Bruce is flipping through the Gotham Evening News.

"It's really interesting, isn't it?" Bruce didn't look up, but he seemed to know that the person who walked in was Ryan Black.

He turned the newspaper over, and the page he was reading just now was facing Ryan.

The billionaire with black hair, sea blue eyes, and delicate face poked his head out from the side of the newspaper. He said something funny, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Someone imitated me and burned their own yard."

He watched Ryan approach the dining table step by step, throwing his suit jacket over the back of the chair.He opened his mouth and added: "It's still within a day. I never knew that in addition to imitating crimes and imitating suicides, there is also the theory of imitating burning houses."

Ryan opened his chair and sat down, showing a understanding smile: "This impersonator is still on the front page, Mr. Wayne." And you are only on the eighth page.

Bruce: "..."

Ryan scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, and said lazily, "Brucey, haven't you gotten used to it yet? This city always seems to revolve around gangsters."

The thick soup is a bit sweet, and Ah Fu seems to prefer things with a sweeter taste.

Ryan said: "Unless you have figured out a way to eradicate the gangsters entirely, their power is entangled."

Bruce put down the newspaper and picked up his knife and fork to slice the lamb chops. "I know, I'm already thinking. I want to root out the gang."

Ryan put down the spoon, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at him with a smile in his crimson eyes:

"In fact, for any power, the foundation for its development is money. You know what? My Mr. Billionaire. In their eyes, you are a plate of tender and delicious roast beef drenched in black pepper sauce."

Bruce threw away the lamb chops he had just cut with a blank expression, and plunged his fork into the roast beef: "That's why I hired you to be my bodyguard."

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "So you mean it? I always thought you were joking." The two of us standing together will only be in double danger.

"Of course not." Bruce also showed a half-smile smile: "Speaking of which, why did you choose to come to Gotham?" Instead of New York or even a metropolis?

Ryan pretended to think for a moment: "I don't know. Maybe this is the last place I saw my parents? Or maybe this is the last place I enjoyed the glory and wealth? I don't know, I just want to come here gone."

In reality, of course, he hardly ever leaves Gotham City.

Bruce was obviously taken aback: "Your parents...what happened at the time? I mean, everything can't be as simple as it seems."

Ryan still smiled: "No, it's as simple as it seems on the surface. The traffic accident was just an accident."

Bruce argued eagerly: "This is Gotham..." The city with the highest crime rate in the world.

"This world can't always be a planned event, Bruce, it was just an accident." Ryan didn't fade his smile, his bright red eyes were calm and unwavering, but it seemed that some storm was brewing in it.

That look almost nailed Bruce in place, unable to move.

He knew it was a great sadness, as he had shown it in the past.

He's back for revenge, just like what he once wanted to do.

Ryan chuckled unexpectedly, propped his cheek on the table with one hand, and randomly tapped the frequency on the table with the tip of the other finger:

"Actually... if you must want to know."

His bright red eyes, which are different from ordinary people, are as deep as purgatory.

"Bruce, I'm here for you."

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