I haven't been a big brother for many years

Being Batman is hard work.First of all, the challenge you have to face is not just a life with black and white upside down, or even a painful life where you can only sleep three or four hours a day.

The most extreme thing is that there is no salary yet, and the danger is extremely high.

Maybe the only joy is driving the Batmobile with 13 and running after 13. Sometimes I can ignore the law and show off my fists, showing off Chinese Wing Chun, Japanese ninjutsu, etc., which is very exciting.

In short, Ryan's scalp was numb with his flashy show.

In fact, it's not at night. It's painful for Ryan not to sleep well and go out to fool around during the day.

He himself suffers from albinism, and is less able to be stimulated by too much light during the day.Try to put off things that can be done at night until night, so that people who are not familiar with him think he has procrastination.

After the bitterness is over, after having a place in Gotham City, he minimizes going out during the day as much as possible.Over time, I got used to using sleep to pass the boring time during the day.

But no one dared to make small moves behind the scenes.

Now that he has become famous, he has gradually faded out of everyone's sight, only hiding behind others and enjoying the dividends.

After lamenting that I will eventually lose my happy life of licking blood with the tip of a knife in my early years.Ryan packed some things and went out.

The white faceless male mask covered his appearance, the canvas bag found in the closet was slanted behind his back, he was wearing earphones, and he was dangling the key chain.

The passers-by were curious about his mask for at most two seconds, and then looked away because his movements were almost the same as those of his own rebellious boy. This is a common problem of students of this age, and they are eager to attract others' attention.

Ryan hooked the corners of his lips under the mask.

He took out the small notebook and pen that he had prepared in advance.Sitting on the subway, I wrote a list of events that Batman has messed up, combined with some recent rumors.As if scribbling, Lane penciled in a little red flower in front of one name: Jonathan Klein.

There are no other clues yet, let's go to Jonathan Klein to try his luck first.

Gotham City's Black Gate Prison is almost useless, and almost all serious criminals will suffer from mental illness and enter the Arkham Mental Hospital.Such an obvious criminal den, how could it arouse Batman's suspicion.

What's more, his loyal housekeeper, Old Andre, did mention to him the operation of these people.

Setting Klein as the first target is simply perfect.

Although he took a lot of change before going out, there was not much left after spending the odds and ends, not even enough to pay for the luxurious KFC dinner.

Ryan touched his empty stomach, a little aggrieved.

Haven't eaten it for more than ten years, Alfred's cherry pie and cookies.

Smacking his lips behind the mask, Ryan wandered around the dilapidated old street looking for pancakes, but was caught off guard by the heavy rain.

However, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and when he slightly raised his head to wipe the rain on the mask, he saw a black figure.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but when they looked back at dusk, the man was in a dimly lit place.

Ryan narrowed his eyes in a good mood.Then I saw a black car stop slowly, and three men in black came out of it.

Well, double happiness?

If Ryan remembered correctly, the person who looked like a gentle professor was the Klein he was looking for.

Thinking about a "drug" business that was said to have been disrupted by Batman a few days ago, Ryan suddenly understood a little.

I'm afraid the mental hospital is involved in drugs, or this "drug" is not a drug at all.

He lazily ran past them, turned around the corner and stood still, pretending to have gone away, but quietly followed behind Klein and his group.

Even though the ostentatious mask on his face showed his presence, the group just looked at him a few more times and didn't take it seriously.

How could people with problems pass by them like this?

Why didn't Klein just kill them?

Because the dead can't catch the shadow behind them.

These people are really not paying attention to him more and more.Ryan's bright red pupils narrowed slightly, it seemed that it was time to cooperate with Batman in "rectification".

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to follow Klein and his party silently like a shadow, and climbed several floors to a dilapidated house.

He seemed to hear the sound of clothes rubbing against plastic products, or maybe it was an illusion caused by not going out for activities for a long time.Ryan, who hadn't been in actual combat for a long time, felt that his body seemed a little rusty.

Ryan took out the key, silently removed the small iron plate hanging on it, and put it together into a small dagger in twos and twos, hiding in a dark corner and completely blending into the shadows.

Intense malice danced in his bright red eyes concealed by the mask.

It wasn't an auditory hallucination. While Thug No. [-] -- as he called them, was throwing gasoline, Ryan watched Thug No. [-] being knocked to the ground by a black figure.

Batman actually found here.Ryan was a little surprised. He thought it would take some time for Batman to target Klein.

Unexpectedly, he was smarter than he imagined.Picking the corner of his mouth, Ryan walked out of the corner slowly.

The dim lights set off the old house, creating a haunted house-like atmosphere. The dark figure appeared and disappeared for a while, like a ghost.

The sound of the human body colliding with the concrete floor sounded one after another.

Ryan moved his body against the wall.

I don't know if they had guns.

But it was too late, Klein had already spotted Batman, and skillfully sprayed some powder or smoke on Batman's face.

Ryan was startled and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.He threw the dagger in his hand directly.The pitch-black dagger is somewhat similar to the batart.The dagger was thrown out and hit the wrist of Klein who was wearing a sack. He didn't notice for a moment, and a can of gasoline that was about to be poured on Batman was knocked to the ground.

The dagger was precisely inserted into his hand, and blood was bubbling.

The spray just now didn't seem to be something like anti-wolf spray, Ryan picked up the dagger and gasoline, and glanced at Batman.

The little bat in pitch black was frozen in place, its body trembling slightly.

Ryan frowned, it seemed that a quick decision must be made.

The life of licking blood on the tip of a knife all year round has long since made him lose his so-called sympathy, and he also has a cruelty that ordinary people don't have.Ryan kicked Klein's knee, causing him to fall to his knees.

The bottom of the dagger made of iron sheets was not sharp, but it was easily inserted into Klein's abdomen by Klein, and was doused with petrol as if in revenge.The movement was so fast that even Klein couldn't clearly see what was painted on his mask.

The scarecrow twitched on the ground in pain.Some people can't believe it, Batman can handle it, but who is the person under the ridiculous mask in front of him? !

Ryan didn't care about Klein's feelings at all. He turned around and looked down at Batman's status.

Batman's condition was terrible. His body wrapped in a black cloak was shaking violently. Seeing Ryan approaching him, he became even more trembling.It seemed that he saw something frightening and resisted desperately. If it wasn't for his weakness and weakness, he would have almost jumped off the building to escape.

Well, Ryan sighed and knelt beside Batman, he should know what it was.

This Klein... He should have thought of it a long time ago. I am afraid it is the scarecrow that has been widely circulated recently.

Ryan stretched out his hand to half embrace Batman, ignoring his resistance, his slender and slender hand gently stroked Batman's cheek, then passed over the mask, and pressed lightly on the back of Batman's neck.

Batman seemed to realize something and struggled desperately, but Ryan raised his hand and knocked him unconscious.

The scarecrow who was lying on the ground writhing in pain revealed surprise in his eyes. What on earth is this guy here for?With whom?

Ignoring the panic of the scarecrow on the ground (?), Ryan put one hand on the back of Batman's neck, the other hand passed under his knees, and directly hugged Batman horizontally, trying to make the black cloak cover the physical characteristics of Batman .

Ryan returned the same way, broke the window of the black car that Klein had opened when he came, took out the key that he had just given out, and drove the car back to Wayne's house.

Ryan pouted, almost unable to hold it.

Looking at the Wayne house, which he hadn't seen for a long time, showing a solemn feeling under the halo of night, Ryan couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic in his heart.

This is where his short childhood ended.

The person in his arms writhed a few times in discomfort when he held him like this.Ryan came back to his senses and rang the doorbell of Wayne's house.

After all, there were only two people left in the house after Bruce Wayne "resurrected from the dead".

Soon, the door opened a crack.

The butler, Ah Fu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, poked out his gray head: "Sir... may I ask who are you looking for?"

Ryan did not answer his question, and hugged Batman up, "He is poisoned, probably neurotoxin, and the route of transmission is spray. Do you have a family doctor at home? Or do you know a trustworthy scientific researcher? Perhaps We need scientific researchers to help. This... Batman needs a full-body examination. I'm not sure if this dose will be fatal. I don't know if there is any antidote, please let me in." The vocal cords that have not been pronounced for a long time are in Under the friction, a somewhat hoarse male voice came out.The words spit out were fast and low, almost indistinguishable.

Ah Fu hesitated briefly, and immediately turned sideways to let Ryan in.He was a little confused by Ryan's string of words now, and he didn't even have time to care how Ryan knew that Batman was Master Bruce, so he directly put this masked man who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.

He doesn't think he's a bad guy.

Little has changed at Wayne House.

Ryan lowered his head and carefully looked at the Batman's quiet and gentle sleeping face at the moment.He sighed secretly.

His father and Mr. Wayne were close friends, and his father showed his admiration and approval for Mr. Wayne many times. He was very supportive of Mr. Wayne's development of the subway.Although the center of gravity of the enterprise is far away in New York, not in Gotham.But my father and mother still supported me.Until the accident more than ten years ago, I completely became an orphan.

Looking back on the past, Ryan glanced at Ah Fu who was standing in front of the bed and raised his hand to take off the mask on his face.

"Master Black?" Ah Fu's voice was full of confusion and uncertainty, mixed with a hint of surprise and joy.

"It's me." Ryan gently placed the person in his arms on the bed.Turning around to face Alfred, his bright red eyes were full of nostalgia.

His dazzling silver-white hair made Ah Fu a little dazed. "Ah Fu, long time no see." Ryan raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a smile.

"Master Black...this is really a surprise to me. I think Master Wayne will also be very happy with your arrival." Ah Fu was very pleased, but also puzzled

: "What's wrong with Master Wayne, where did you find him." He didn't mean to cover up his identity for Bruce Wayne at all.

Ryan took off Batman's cat ear mask, and a familiar face was revealed under the mask.

But he frowned as if he was enduring great pain, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and his biting sexy red lips were now a little bruised.

"He's poisoned." After taking the medicine box from Ah Fu, he cut some gauze and put it on Bruce's lips so that he could bite it tightly so that he wouldn't hurt himself. "Can you contact your personal doctor? Smoke a can Blood, I know someone who can help prepare the medicine."

He tied the rubber tube tightly to Bruce's arm, drew a tube of blood smoothly and quickly, then let go of the rubber tube, and administered a dose of tranquilizer to his arm.

The contrast between the skin colors of the two is very obvious, the slender fingers are pressing on the pinhole, and the other hand is rubbing away Bruce's frowning brow.

It took almost half an hour for the medicine to fully exert its effect.Seeing that Bruce's expression gradually eased, and he was sure that nothing would happen to him for the time being, Ryan was relieved.

After telling Ah Fu to keep an eye on Bruce, Ryan took the blood sample and went straight out of the window on the second floor.Even if it was just this little time to go downstairs, he didn't dare to delay.

Ah Fu: "..." What's going on with young people nowadays, are they so double-standard?Just sat there quietly waiting for half an hour...