I haven't been a big brother for many years

If I ever see you, it will be years.How I greet you with tears and silence. ——Byron "The Spring Passes"

Take silence.

Perhaps his father's soul was always here waiting for him and protecting him.He fell from such a high cliff, and the vegetation continued to buffer his speed. In the end, apart from spraining his ankle, he had only a few scratches all over his body.

But even with a sprained ankle, he wouldn't be able to climb back to the top of the mountain before dark, let alone Wayne Manor.

It couldn't have been worse, and Alfred would never let him here again.

He didn't want his promise to be the same as other people's promises, and it was just talk in the end.

There was a sharp pain in his ankle, which made him wonder if he had broken a bone. He quickly looked around, found two thicker wooden sticks nearby, and clamped them on both sides of his ankles. He pulled out the triangular bandage and tried to bandage himself.

But he couldn't, the wound swelled up quickly, and there was severe pain when he touched it, making him unable to do anything.The sky has darkened at some point, and the temperature in winter nights drops below zero degrees Celsius.Bruce was getting more and more anxious, would he die here?

This is when he suddenly heard someone sigh, and there was a rustling sound of branches not far away, and a person wearing a black leather coat and a big hat came out from the woods.The hat was so big that it covered the entire upper half of his face, and Bruce could only see his frozen red nose and purple lips.But seeing that he was about the same size as himself, Bruce felt that he should be a child about his own age.

The person who came did not speak, which made Bruce extremely vigilant.But since he can't do anything now and can only be reduced to a fish for the time being, he tried to communicate with that person aloud: "Hi, can you help me?"

The man walked straight towards him without making a sound.

Bruce continued to accost unrelentingly: "I'm Bruce Wayne, do you have a phone? If you call Alfred Pennyworth for me, I'll pay you handsomely..."

His voice stopped abruptly, because the man had already walked in front of him, and without warning, he knelt down on one knee, almost snatching the branches and triangular scarf from his hand, he took out the knife, and skillfully thinned the wooden branches, Place them on the inner and outer sides of Bruce's ankle respectively, and cut off the corner of his clothes neatly, and place them on the place where the branches and the skin touch.

He said the first thing he said to Bruce: "Scream when it hurts."

His voice was green but hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.

Bruce felt his gaze was on him.

The man's movements paused, and he naturally raised his hand to stroke his hair, as if to comfort him.

Bruce leaned back uncomfortably, frowning uncontrollably.

He quickly withdrew his hand, and quickly fixed and ligated the two wooden branches with triangular towels and other objects.

Bruce gasped uncontrollably, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

As if all he could do was sigh when he met someone who never showed his face, Bruce heard him sigh again.

"Don't come out alone again, where's your housekeeper?"

"...I declined the offer to come with me...Wait, do you know my butler?" Bruce reached out, wanting to take off his hood, but was avoided by the person in front of him without a trace .

He didn't answer Bruce's question, took Bruce's bag, put it on his chest, turned his back and squatted in front of him, "Come up, I'll take you back." At this time, there was light snow in the sky, and the temperature in Gotham was still Not low enough, and the snow turns to water as soon as it hits the ground.

The person in front of him straightened his spine, but trembled slightly.

Bruce noticed just now that he was only wearing a thin leather jacket with a thin T-shirt underneath.I don't know why a child of his age appeared in the woods at this time. If he was a vagrant, he wouldn't have traveled so far to the outskirts of the city. He couldn't find anything to eat and wear here.

But there was no warm clothes in his carry-on bag, only some emergency items, and there was no way to give them to him.After thinking about it, he decided to put his arms around his neck, put his clothes on his shoulders, and then lay down on him.

The person under him was obviously taken aback, and said, "You can put it on yourself, I don't need it." He fixed Bruce with his hands in a panic, apparently he had never carried anyone's back before.

"No, you need it more than I do." Bruce said firmly, with his head resting against his ear, lying on his stomach quietly.

The boy, who didn't know his specific identity, didn't answer. He always prefers to answer questions in silence.He carried Bruce on his back and walked up step by step. He wanted to go back to Wayne Manor. He had no choice but to go over the mountain. Fortunately, the mountain was not high, and the snow turned into water when it fell. Slippery and difficult to climb.

Snow fell from the dark gray sky, like ashes of burnt paper, fell on Bruce's hair, and soon turned into water and fell down the hair.The tips of his ears and nose were as red as the boy's from the cold, but the fabric under his body was warm and hot.

He won't be so cold now, he lay on his back and thought in a daze, the boy walked so steadily that he almost fell asleep on his back, if it wasn't for the little vigilance left in his heart heart words.

They walked in silence like this for an unknown amount of time, when the boy in the leather jacket suddenly stopped.Maybe it was his illusion, but he always felt that the breath exhaled by the people behind him was getting hotter and heavier.

He found an old tree with a very large canopy, stopped, and gently lowered Bruce to the ground.

He was already asleep.

The boy raised his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, sure enough.

He cursed a bad word, and patted his hot cheek anxiously: "Brucie? Wake up, we're almost there."

Bruce felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he had no strength in his body, so he responded sleepily, desperately wanting to have a good sleep.

The teenager unloaded his schoolbag, rummaged inside, and took out a can of water and anti-inflammatory medicine. The water was not hot water.The boy thought about stuffing it from the collar into his clothes, trying to warm it up with his body temperature, but was suddenly shuddered by the cold temperature.

He stood there and thought for a while, and felt that staying here like this was not an option.Then he carried his schoolbag behind his back, wrapped Bruce in the clothes that had been draped behind him just now, and hugged him horizontally.

He must be feeling very uncomfortable, his brows were tightly knit together, and his little face was flushed red.The exhaled breath was hot, turning into a white mist in the cold air.

The snow was still falling, but Bruce started to cry, crying silently, tears flowing down the corners of his eyes and into his hair.

The boy's heart jumped up again from the moment he raised it, as if he was afraid of waking Bruce up, his words almost disappeared in the air: "Don't cry...what's there to cry about?" Saying the same to himself, Bruce, who had no hope of falling asleep, replied, but those dark blue eyes opened.

Those eyes were full of tears, as clean and bright as a cloudless sky, snowflakes fell on the long eyelashes, and the boy was stunned when he saw it.

The boy took out the slightly warm water that had been muffled in his arms, and fed him a little.

"They...everyone...leaved." The fever made him say things incoherently. "Scared, you." He cried without sobbing, a child who could never get candy: "You'll leave too. "It flows silently, but it is even more cherished.

The young man was stunned, and he didn't even move away from the footsteps that hadn't stopped.Something flashed quickly in the bright red eyes, and the young man spoke softly, making a promise, "I will be by your side, forever."

He didn't know if Bruce could hear it, if he could remember it, but he wanted to make such a promise for him now, the two of them had nothing left.

Bruce seemed to be soothed by these words. He closed his eyes again and fell asleep peacefully. There were only traces of tears flowing in the corners of his eyes but no more tears.

The boy sighed for the third time that night, resignedly put away the water, hugged him tightly, and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.

When Bruce woke up, he was lying next to the fire, and the sound of beeping and crackling made him fall into self-doubt. Did he really fall off the cliff?He is now on the top of the mountain, looking at the familiar scenery, with only his old butler beside him: Alfred.The man whose identity he never knew was gone.

"Aha, Master Bruce, you finally woke up." Afu reached out to test the temperature of his forehead, smiled with satisfaction, and handed over a cup of hot water.

Bruce took it in a daze and took a sip: "Ah Fu, have you ever seen a man who is about my height? He is wearing a leather jacket and a hat..."

"Master." Ah Fu interrupted him, pointing to the scenery below the mountain.The entire Gotham was shrouded in the brilliance of the rising sun.The snow has long since stopped. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Bruce opened his mouth as if to say something, but said nothing in the end.He lowered his head slightly to examine his wound. The two splints were wrapped in pure white gauze, which looked to be A Fu's handwriting.Maybe it was really an illusion, and being by his side forever was just something he dreamed about.

Suddenly he saw the water next to his backpack, and he grabbed it in his hand.The water is still warm, but the remaining bits and pieces of warmth from body temperature are hot to the touch.

He had almost forgotten about it long ago.

He once asked Serena, the catwoman, but the answer she gave him was that there were so many street children in Gotham who covered their faces every day. If he didn't know the facial features, she didn't know who they were.

That's the end of the matter.

But how could it be Ryan?He should be far away in New York at that time, even if he is not living the life of a rich man, he will have no worries about food and clothing. How could he appear in Gotham with such a posture?

But he believed in his own feelings, Ryan, there must be something hidden from him, and his experience was definitely not as simple as his own investigation.

Bruce gently wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist, hugged him in his direction, and wrapped him in his arms.He lowered his head, pressed his chin between Ryan's fluffy hair, and sighed indiscernibly.

How will I face you?

to doubt.