I haven't been a big brother for many years

Bruce suddenly got stuck in the thought of extending downward, his face was full of obvious stunned.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.He quickly restrained the expression on his face, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile, "For billionaires?"

As the Bruce Wayne of the day, he'd always say things like that, like he really didn't care about anything.

Ryan also returned a billionaire exclusive, flirtatious smile: "No, just for you, Brucey baby."

He seemed to be joking, but his bright red eyes were full of affection, no one could refuse him like this.

But this is actually Bruce Wayne's usual trick.

The two confronted each other like this, even though they knew each other well.

But to outsiders it looks like flirting.

Even when Ah Fu walked in, he thought so.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." Holding a bottle of freshly squeezed juice and two glasses in his hand, he stood at the door and hesitated whether he should come in.

"Come here, good Fu." Bruce waved to him.

"Lian hasn't seen you for a day, and he just praised your craftsmanship to me."

Ryan leaned back in his chair, smiling and saying nothing.

"Is that so?" Alfred blinked and said with a smile, "I'll reward you with a cookie later, sir."

"Wow" Ryan reached out to take the juice, and smiled provocatively at Bruce Wayne: "Isn't it a surprise?"

Bruce lowered his head and coughed lightly, but didn't speak.

Ryan took a sip of the juice, looked at Alfred, then at Bruce, and asked, "So... uh... are you going out tonight?"

Bruce raised his chin, and turned the two of them to the newspaper he put aside: "Go and find out what happened."

"Ok."

Ryan turned to look at Alfred with a look of "I understand you, work."

"So... Ah Fu, do you want to play a game together?"

Ah Fu handed over the handkerchief with a smile, "Being respectful is worse than obeying, sir."

"..." Bruce watched helplessly as his old housekeeper turned against him, leaving behind himself who was working hard outside, and turned to the gentle hometown of bodyguards. (?)

"Kill me! Kill me if you have the ability!" Not far from a house that was already burnt black and surrounded by yellow police coils, there was the sound of a gun being hit hard and a miserable cry for help. "Batman, kill me."

Ryan, wearing the mask of the faceless man, immediately turned around and ran towards the alley where the voice came from.

"Tell me, everything you know." Batman's voice was hoarse and low, full of threats, and the person lying on the ground begging for mercy couldn't help trembling: "No, I can't tell. They, they will kill my family .”

"Who?" A fist grazed the man's cheek and hit the ground hard. "Tell me, who is it? I will protect your family."

The man was lying on the ground, with snot and tears running down his face, he was trembling: "Mrs. Dagosto...I saw them go in this morning."

"Why?" Batman grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall. "Tell me why? And who is D'Agosto?"

The person in front of him choked up and passed out.He has been pushed to the limit by fear.

"F*ck" Batman let go of his hand and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

However, at this time, Siri's voice sounded without any ups and downs: "No matter how much you treat him, he can't say anything, he doesn't know at all. Knowing Mrs. Dagosto's name is already his limit."

Batman frowned and looked towards the deep alley, where the voice came from.

"Mrs. Dagosto came here to discuss business issues with Mr. Kasyanov. Someone else really blew up this place."

Batman turned on the scanning on his glasses, and clearly saw a person standing with his back turned to him in the depths of the alley. "who are you?"

The man turned and walked towards him, and Batman didn't know whether the masked eyes were looking at him or at the phone.

With white gloves on his hands, he tapped on the phone with a stylus. Siri's voice came back: "You don't need to know who I am, anyone can get this mask, so don't ever trust me."

"What do you mean?" Batman narrowed his eyes, very dissatisfied with his answer.

"Literally." After a pause, Siri's strange voice sounded again: "But now, you can believe what I say."

The man with the big hood inside took a card from his pocket and handed it to Batman.

"You should have received this card. He escaped from Arkham."

Batman took the card, a poker joker: "Who? He blew up here?"

The masked man nodded: "Joker, you have to be careful with him, he is not an ordinary criminal. He killed and set fire not for glory, let alone for money, just for fun. You have to beware of him, the whole gang is not enough to compete with him .”

The light of the mobile phone glowed with a faint blue light in the alley, and Siri's emotionless voice coupled with what he said made people feel very strange.

Batman stood there quietly watching him: "Do you think I should trust you?"

The masked man didn't speak, but suddenly pushed Batman with his backhand, turned around and quickly climbed up the wall, climbing up flexibly.

Only the sound of iron objects hitting the ground was heard, and the place where Batman was standing just now exploded suddenly, and the wall was implicated and shook a few times.

And Batman was pushed out of the explosion range by the masked man in the moment of surprise.

Two shots were heard from the other side of the wall, and someone fell to the ground.Batman was about to climb over the wall with his batgun when a dead body fell in front of him.

Siri's voice sounded above the wall: "He's not dead yet, ask who he is."

Batman looked up in surprise, saw the masked man sitting on the wall, and tilted his head at him.If he could see the masked man's face, Batman thought, he would be smiling by now.

"I like you a little bit, so don't worry about me lying to you."

Siri's voice is still the same emotionless, with no proper pauses between words, no ups and downs in tone.

But it makes people feel very ambiguous for no reason.

"but..."

He paused, as if thinking, the white stylus at the tip of his finger quickly clicked on the screen again. "If you're willing to give me a kiss, I'll tell you everything I know."

Batman's eyes widened, he never imagined that one day he would be molested by words when he was wrapped up like this.

Does this man have any quirks?

Batman thought for a moment, his cobalt blue eyes filled with doubt.He eventually decides to feign compromise and take the opportunity to remove his mask.

But the masked man laughed softly, the voice coming from behind the heavy mask was already distorted, and the timbre could not be distinguished.

He stuffed the phone into his pocket, and pointed the upper lip of the mask with his white gloved finger. The deep male voice was deliberately drawn out, with infinite desire: "I want to kiss here."

Ryan's affectionate bright red eyes and the smile at the end of his eyes suddenly flashed before Batman's eyes: "I'm here for you, Brucey baby."

He stopped in his tracks, puzzled by the thought that had just flashed through him.

At this moment, a weak siren sounded in the distance. It should be the police who heard the gunshots and saw the flames and thought the arsonist had returned.

The masked figure glanced lazily into the distance, stood up, jumped twice from the wall, and disappeared behind the wall.

"Wait..." The bat gun fired towards the wall, but it didn't catch the disappearing figure.

Next time, Batman clenches his fist secretly, next time he must catch that masked man and send him to prison.

The so-called kiss was just a joke.

Batman roughly picked up the two men who were lying on the ground, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Gordon, who got off the police car, saw him first and gave him a slight nod.

The female police detective who got off the passenger seat was very winking, and stopped the police car behind: "Wait a moment, get out of range."

Batman handed the man to Gordon and handcuffed him together. He pointed to the man who was shot and wounded by Ryan: "That man is likely to be able to confess the mastermind behind it. He should have other weapons on him." Gordon heard the words and fumbled back and forth inside his coat, and he found a pistol and a few things like homemade ammunition.

Gordon couldn't help frowning: "The activities of gangsters have become more and more rampant recently. We must act faster."

Batman nodded, "We caught Falconi, they will naturally mess up and speed up to re-elect a family successor."

His deep, hoarse voice was fuller of anger than before.

Gordon thought he was angry at the gangster's recent actions, but when he felt it carefully, he realized that the anger was directed at himself.He couldn't help but wonder, not knowing where he had offended the patron saint of Gotham.

But Batman didn't say a word, and disappeared in place when Gordon turned to get the information.

When Bruce Wayne returned to Wayne Mansion, Ryan was sitting on the sofa holding a controller and playing games.The game board was thrown messily on the table aside.

His posture on the sofa is more lazy than the previous sitting posture. It is hard to think that he is actually a veteran, but that vigorous skill is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Ryan played the game a bit too much, and his clothes were rolled and messed up.A thin black rope hangs around the neck, and the silver pendant at the bottom is looming on the collar.

As if he had just discovered that there was one more person at the door, he glanced at Bruce, and then at the wall clock on the wall. The pointer had already pointed to a position past two o'clock.

Ryan greeted Bruce and paused the game.He stretched his long legs and slid off the sofa.He stretched lazily: "Is it already this time?"

He yawned, his crimson eyes softened by mist.

Bruce took off his coat, hung it on the hanger and asked him, "Have you been playing until now?"

Ryan took out the milk in the warmer and handed it to him, and he unbuttoned Bruce's clothes with both hands naturally: "I want to wait for you, but I didn't expect it to be so late."

Bruce looked down at him, Ryan's eyelashes were very long, casting a circle of shadows under the orange light, almost covering the crimson eyes that were still misty.His nose bridge was straight, his lips were pale, and the corners of his pursed lips were naturally curved.

The slender white fingertips rested on the collar of his black shirt, and there were still some burn marks.The two were very close, and their heights were about the same. All Ryan's breath sprayed on his neck, making him itchy, not just his neck, but also his heart.

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