I haven't been a big brother for many years

Bruce's blue eyes seemed to cover the entire sky, and people couldn't help but look into his eyes.

You can feel anything good in those eyes.For Gotham, this is like a kind of salvation, and it is also the light of a beacon that flickers on and off in the dark.

When Bruce looked at Ryan with those eyes, Ryan would subconsciously hold his breath, for fear of disturbing the soft clouds floating above Mount Kilimanjaro.

Only the faint roar of the engine and Bruce's breathing can be heard on the plane.Then, he could hear his own heartbeat like thunder.

"Will you help me?" The thousands of years of ice and snow on Kilimanjaro melted little by little at this time, but the faint blue was still a bewitching blue: "Will you always be by my side?"

"Of course." he heard himself say.Very quietly, like a sigh.Nothing could cover the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Sir? Are you there?—George"

Bruce picked up the vibrating phone and glanced at the content of the text message that appeared on the screen.into the bathroom.

The bathroom is very large, it is a small private hot spring, the only place he has made changes to the old house.

Ryan soaked in the water and leaned against the edge of the pool with his eyes closed to rest, and he didn't move when he heard footsteps.The only people who can come in here are Alfred and Bruce: "What's wrong?"

Bruce didn't answer his question, but asked him in an unfriendly tone: "What's wrong with your back?"

Ryan moved and opened his eyes to look at him. As expected, Bruce's eyebrows seemed to be inseparable recently, and they were knit together again.He was a little puzzled: "What happened to his back?" He didn't know what happened.

Bruce didn't speak, just walked over and squatted down wearing a suit and leather shoes, not caring that the valuable suit was wet with water vapor, he pressed Ryan's left shoulder blade hard.

"hiss".Ryan gasped in pain.

"I hit a bruise." The white to sickly back was covered with a frightening greenish black, which made people unable to bear it, and there was an urge to abuse.

Bruce lowered his voice behind him, and it sounded very similar to Batman with a voice changer.

He lifted Ryan's chin with three fingers and turned his face around. This action is a bit frivolous if you don't see his dangerous expression: "You said you won't get hurt."

The small scratch on Ryan's face has healed and turned into a pale pink line.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and finally remembered where he might have bumped into when he rolled around on the ground with the little girl in his arms.

He cheated and refused to admit it: "Did I agree?" He did not agree, this was a contract signed unilaterally by Bruce.

"Do you think I will let you go a second time?" He apologized obediently if he wanted to go, and he squeezed Ryan's chin with a little force.

"Okey, my fault, I will never do it again. Is that okay, Lord Wayne?"

Ryan didn't care about the movements of his hands at all. After soaking for too long, his mind was a little lazy, and he just wanted to send Bruce away quickly. "Go out if you can, I want to change clothes."

Bruce relaxed a little, but didn't let go.He looked at Ryan's face that was finally stained with blood because of being soaked in hot water for too long, and rubbed the healed wound on his face with his other hand: "Don't change your shirt, rub the bruise with medicine."

"Yeah." Ryan was a little dizzy due to the overheating temperature in the bathroom. He nodded and closed his eyes again, signaling Bruce to get out quickly.

Bruce let go of his hands and stood up, his eyes full of connivance that he didn't know. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Ryan: "Your text message."

Ryan woke up a lot in an instant. He smiled and said, "Is this why you came in? Mr. Wayne? It's really sad." He took the phone and didn't check it in a hurry, but put it aside.

Bruce, who had already stood up and took two steps, turned back halfway, squatted down in front of Ryan again, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and printed a light kiss on his forehead: "It's for this."

There was a disgusting smile on his face, but it looked like a joke: the kind of innocuous joke between friends.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a new message sent from Ryan's cell phone: "Sorry, it was sent by mistake."

"So, can you go out now, Mr. Heartthrob?"

For some reason, Bruce always felt like he was gnashing his teeth.He smiled and finally walked out.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, and touched the wound on his thigh with his fingers.

Tuo has a very good self-healing ability since he was a child. The wound he stabbed has almost healed and will not affect his actions. However, such a hideous wound can still be seen at a glance.

The hot spring water can't hide anything except the lingering water vapor. He is afraid that Bruce will see him accidentally.

Fortunately, he still discreetly wore shorts and a towel.

Whistling inwardly for his wit, he picked up the bath towel lying on the bank to dry himself off, and put on his pajamas again.Cai Shi Shiran picked up the phone to read the text message: "Let's talk."

The text message came back quickly: "Found it, [picture] - George".

Ryan clicked on the picture: it was a gas tank with [Stark Industries] written on it, and it still looked intact.Where is the background of the shooting on the pier.

"?" Ryan wrote back.

"We found this bottle of gas tank left behind in the shoal under the wooden bridge at the pier, and we have compared and analyzed the gas inside. It is the poisonous gas that has recently "swept" Gotham.

—George”

"So? Is there any connection with Stark?"

Ryan's expression became serious.At best it's just the Joker borrowing the bottle, he doesn't believe that the famous Tony Stark would be involved in a terrorist attack, but if it's true that the syndicate got involved with someone...it's going to be troublesome.

"yes.

Four days ago, a Stark Industries ship came to the pier, but was attacked by unknown personnel while unloading...but no casualties were reported.So the Gotham Police Department ignored it.

In the attachment of this gas tank, we also found a few things from Stark, all of which were genuine products that had been signed and sent out. The recipient was Mr. Igles, the guy who wanted to engage in clean energy in Gotham.

—George”

"Have you checked?"

"In the end, he didn't have a single gas tank, and we checked his shopping list.

Those tanks were supposed to contain nothing but hydrogen.

—George”

So, they suspected that the people who robbed and stuffed things in the shipment staged this good show.

Ryan rubbed his temples, he really didn't want to ask Tony Stark for clarification.

But this poisonous gas can never be independently developed by the clown.

"You guys did a good job. Prepare some poison gas samples for me." He was going to talk to the New York billionaire.Of course, not him, but Bruce Wayne goes.

So, that night, the masked man appeared in front of Batman again: "Hi~ sweetheart."

Batman's voice became more indifferent: "What do you want to do?"

The masked man shrugged, he still couldn't get rid of the habit of playing voice with artificial intelligence voice, but this time he didn't take out his phone, Batman guessed that he improved the equipment

"Relax, man. I'm here to give you this."

He handed Batman a photo and a vial of gas in a sealed bag, and he told Batman exactly what George had said.

"Stark?" Batman looked up at him.

"Yeah, it's that amazing. Iron Man, you know."

The masked man waved his hands and yawned, ready to go home: "Good luck, little bat."

Batman watched him go away, and suddenly stopped him: "Are you interested in being my assistant?" He thought he needed the masked man's special intelligence network.

The masked man did not stop and continued walking: "Thank you very much for your invitation, but I have killed people before."

Not everyone can restrain themselves from crossing the line like Batman.

Batman was silent.There is no merit or demerit in murder.No matter what he was for or who he killed, the end would be the same.

They are always opposites.

"Are you going to invite Iron Man? Are you kidding?" Ryan picked up an invitation card, frowned and asked Bruce, who was spreading butter on the bread, he looked very conflicted, as if he didn't want Iron Man to come.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Bruce took a bite of the bread, very surprised by his attitude towards this "colleague".

"Well." Ryan hesitated and said, "Do you remember when I said I was serving near Iraq?"

Bruce nodded, "Yeah, so?"

"I lied. In fact, I served in Afghanistan. There was some intersection with this...Mr. Stark."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, looking very interested in his story: "Dispute?"

"That's not true." Ryan sighed: "We get along very well."

"Forget it, you'll know when you see him."

Bruce laughed. "Our plane takes off in 15 minutes."

"??? What do you mean?" Ryan looked at him, unable to stand his employer saying scary things every day.Why do I have no points in my heart without a girlfriend?They were all scared.

"Go to visit Mr. Iron Man's plane." Bruce put on a malicious smile, and handed him the pocket pistol: "I've already made an appointment, Mr. Bodyguard, you should go too."

"?" Ryan stared at him with bright red pupils, his face full of disbelief.

"Your punishment for lying, sir." Mr. Bruce Small-minded Forced to Explain Wayne said.

...Then if you know what I really did, why don't you run after me with a 40-meter sword?

Ryan wanted to fight for some rights for himself, and by the way, let Bruce realize that he was just a little bodyguard who should not care about anything: "Are you going to discuss work with Mr. Stark?" Talk about the source of the poisonous gas.

"Besides, it's safe to have Iron Man around. What you need is a secretary, not a bodyguard." He tried to persuade him that business is a business, and don't get entangled in personal grievances.

"Aren't you on good terms? Are you unwilling to help me anymore?" Bruce showed some aggrieved expression, his beautiful cobalt blue eyes contained some moisture, and the corners of his eyes drooped, like a milk dog. look at him.

Ryan was taken aback: "..." He knew he was pretending, but he still couldn't refuse.

So angry, what should I do?

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Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow little angels don't have to wait

take an exam...

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