I haven't been a big brother for many years

Driving a red Ferrari sports car with a flamboyant bag all the way back to the so-called "Holy Land of the Underworld", surrounded by green forests and winding paths, if there is no someone to guide the way, ordinary people can't get in even if they want to.

On the way, I changed back to the suit I was wearing, which was a little crumpled in a hurry.

After turning seven turns and eight turns for half a day, the sports car has maintained its maximum speed.When they finally saw the outline of the house, there was still some distance, but there was already a parking lot on the side of the road, and they lined up in front of the not particularly conspicuous mansion like a train. Obviously, the parking lot was not enough.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled that there seemed to be a lot of people today.But he didn't think about it carefully, and even the speed of the car increased instead of decreasing, and he drove across the side of the road that was not considered wide, and wiped off the rearview mirror of a BMW during the process.

A drift, parked the red Ferrari firmly in front of the door, without even opening the door, Ryan propped up the door with one hand, held a test tube tightly with the other, turned over neatly, jumped out of the car, frightened the people standing in front of the door doorman.

Ryan obviously caught a glimpse of the doorman's expression, smiled slightly, raised his leg and kicked open the door of his house unceremoniously.It was not surprising to see several black muzzles pointing straight at him.

"Put it down, put it down, this is sir." A very kind-looking old gentleman with gray-white hair and a small mustache raised his crutch in a panic to stop everyone.

Ryan still had a smile that was not a smile, and looked at the old gentleman with bright red pupils: "Andre." It was a greeting.

The old butler took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said in a pitiful tone: "Mr. Jordan, where have you been these days? If you are not here, the world will soon be over."

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was not too low, but everyone felt that sweat had wet their clothes for a moment, and they froze in place.In the eyes of this group of people, the name of Jordan is simply recognizable.

He has almost mastered all the underground dealings in Gotham and New York.

Ryan shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't be like this buddy, it's time for me to take an annual vacation." A commercial fake smile was always on his face, but no one thought he was really happy.

Andre took a deep breath, tremblingly raised and lowered the crutch.He hesitated to speak.

Ryan glanced at the crowd, frowned, and turned to Andre, "Where's George?"

Before the old gentleman could speak, a young man in a white suit quickly pushed through the crowd and rushed out. "Jordan." He looked at Ryan happily.

Lane swore he saw his ears pricked up and his big, furry tail wagging behind him.Sighing helplessly, he stepped forward and grabbed George.

Pulling George to a compartment, avoiding the eyes of everyone, his bright red eyes glanced at George and then quickly looked away, for fear that he would think too much.Ryan handed the test tube to George Lennon and asked, "Give me the antidote in three hours."

George glanced at the test tube in his hand, nodded and looked at Ryan eagerly: "Are you poisoned?" He looked around Ryan and found nothing unusual.

"No, it's a friend."

"God!" George's expression was terrified. "Do you still have friends in Gotham? I don't even know!"

Ryan's bright red pupils glanced at him lightly, and George couldn't help shaking.

George said with some embarrassment: "I have to go back to the laboratory to prepare the antidote, you..."

"I'll drive you."

Pretending not to see George's horrified gaze that instantly turned into a ghost-like look, Ryan turned and walked out of the villa, motioning for the dazed George to get into the car.

"I'm afraid I won't go back for a while, is my mobile phone with you?"

George nodded quickly, and handed Ryan's mobile phone over: "You didn't say where you were going before, but Andre was in a hurry. He asked me to take your mobile phone to see if there are any clues. It's not impossible for you to go, but Falconi got caught and Gotham is in shambles right now. If you weren't here..."

Ryan interrupted him:

"I said earlier that I'm tired, isn't it just right to leave like this." He raised the corners of his lips: "Didn't they dislike me a long time ago?"

George considered it carefully: "If you want to abandon everything here... many people have seen your face today."

Ryan didn't speak, just smiled gently.

George rubbed his temple helplessly, "I lost to you, I know."

Eight hours later, Ryan sat next to Master Wayne's bed again, staring straight at Bruce's brows and eyes that had softened due to taking the medicine, sighed helplessly, and complained: "I really don't know what he wants to do." What, children's great heroism, haven't you played enough?"

"With all due respect." Ah Fu handed the wet towel to Ryan, and said bluntly: "You are only 7 months older than Master Wayne, and your behavior seems to be very similar."

Ryan choked, silently raised his hand and wiped Bruce's face with a towel, and said, "Children must be watched by adults when they play dangerous games."

Ah Fu smiled: "I think I have fulfilled my duty."

Ryan choked again, annoyed: "It's a miracle that Bruce is still alive and healthy, your mouth is so sharp."

Ah Fu took the towel, smiled and blinked: "I believe that in Master Black's mind, Master Wayne's death is much better than dying in a corner outside."

Ryan, speechless.

Alfred picked up the home medical kit in the corner, "I'm going to prepare cookies for you and Young Master Wayne who is about to wake up."

He turned and left the room. "It's time for you to rest too. The guest room is ready for you, sir."

"En." Ryan turned his head and looked at the old butler with a smile in his scarlet eyes. "I'll wait a little longer, and I'll be back in a little while."

Ah Fu sighed, helplessly, "Did I see you in Gotham? Master Black?"

Ryan's smile was light and polite: "It should be a mistake. I have been staying in New York since I parted from you."

Ah Fu nodded, finally turned and left, the footsteps gradually became silent.

The room was so quiet that only the slight sound of breathing could be heard, and the sky gradually darkened.

Ryan got up and turned off the lights, letting the afterglow of the setting sun shine down.Sitting back in the chair again, Ryan stared at the handsome young man on the bed, and finally let go of his heart that had been hanging for nearly twenty hours. The tiredness swept over him instantly, and he fell into a dream.

Bruce was reminded again of a childhood memory that terrified him.

Rachel, the chase with Rachel.

Ryan was wearing a decent little suit, with a plaster cast on his arm, looking at him and Rachel with disdain and envy on his face.The bright red peach blossom eyes drooped, looking a little lost.

Then he tripped and fell into a dry well.Instead of the imagined pain, he fell into a warm embrace.

Lane.

Before he could react at the bottom of the well, a large group of bats flew towards him.Fear began to spread, and he shrank into Ryan's arms, trembling with fear.Ryan's temperature came from behind him, and his trembling and even weeping voice was extremely firm: "It's okay, Bruce, it's just some little bats."

To be honest, his immature childish voice did not play any comforting role, but he unexpectedly settled down.

He took Ryan's hand and was surprised to find that it was cold, even trembling.He suddenly felt a little joy in his heart: it turned out that he was also afraid.

Bruce doesn't quite remember what he did at the time, but it felt like time stood still until Rachel called his father.

He deeply remembered Ryan's aggrieved look at that time. Not only did the injury on his arm worsen again, but his left leg was also broken.

At that time, the gentle Mrs. Black, who came from a noble family, even put aside her demeanor and almost slapped Ryan a few times.Because of this, Ryan was not able to go back with his parents, but stayed in Gotham City for two more days with the housekeeper.

The little guy was about to cry at that time, and even the frizzy white hair on his head drooped down.

Like an abandoned puppy.

Lane

The glare of the sun woke Bruce from his dream, Bruce raised his hand to cover the sun, and frowned.He accidentally saw the white-haired man who was sleeping soundly in the seat, even though the passage of time made that face a little strange to him, he was very sure that it was

Lane.

The sun shines on the peaceful sleeping face of the young man, and the fluff on his face is clearly visible.

The slender silver-white eyelashes originally had a metallic luster, but now they are softened by the golden sunlight, covering the pair of scarlet pupils.The nose is straight and beautiful.The corners of some chapped pale pink lips are slightly raised.His slender limbs were nestled in the not-so-big seat, and the young man's posture was a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

Bruce felt a palpitation for no reason.