I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Madame D'Agosto." The clown sat on the chair and swayed back and forth, looking at the blonde woman's distorted face with anger, curled his lips innocently: "I accidentally forgot how you asked me."

Joanna went crazy with anger: "He will know that I did it! And you let go of my only bargaining chip with him."

"Me?" The clown opened his eyes wide, with an innocent expression on his face: "But your information went wrong, and there was no princess or princess of Jordan at the banquet that day."

He recalled that "woman"'s delicate and impeccable face and her morbidly fair and delicate skin, leaned close to Joanna's ear, and whispered, "His princess is himself~"

Joanna widened her eyes and murmured, "This is impossible..."

She suddenly realized that maybe Miss Friend was really just a friend.But how is that possible?

Would anyone drop their dignity for a friend?

What's more, it's still that person.

She trembled, thinking of a possibility: "Sir, is he a heretic?" She looked at the clown, as if grasping at the last straw.She longed for denial from him.

"Perhaps." The clown laughed mockingly: "Just like you are the daughter of a puppeteer, he also hides a lot of things." He revealed the secret that Joanna thought only she knew: "I have a plan, Maybe it can point us in the right direction."

Joanna looked at him stiffly, a great fear swept over her.

"Fun, fun, fun..." the clown repeats the word nervously, laughing maniacally

"I'm so happy."

Bruce stepped on the mess and walked back to the almost empty exhibition hall.I say this because there is only Ryan left here.He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, and he didn't know if he was waiting for him or if he was just in a daze.

The blood on his blond hair had already dried up, covering half of his face, and the skirt could barely cover the base of his thighs.But she is so glamorous, like the witch Lilith who has stepped out of purgatory.

The pale moonlight shone on his already fair skin, which added an inorganic texture that had nothing to do with humans, like a perfect ceramic doll in a glass cabinet.

With his head down, he suddenly said, "It's all my fault." He heard Bruce's footsteps, and hugged his legs even tighter.His legs are beautifully shaped, especially when he wears short skirts, they are long and straight.

Bruce quickened his pace and walked to him and hugged him, the temperature of the tentacles was frighteningly low.Bruce frowned, lifting Ryan's chin to look at the color of his lips.

Sure enough, those lips had lost all their blood color, turning into a light gray-purple color, which contrasted sharply with the blush on his face.

Bruce grabbed his arm and looked at Ryan: "It's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong." He took off his suit jacket, covered Ryan, and leaned over to hold him in his arms.

This hug was warm and soft.It was in stark contrast to the overbearing embrace when he got off the helicopter.

Lane stared into Bruce's ice-blue eyes, his long eyelashes fanning up and casting shadows across his face.

His beautiful pupils are an ice blue deep in the ocean, but the outer ring of his irises is light silver gray. The two colors are intertwined and blend perfectly.This color is like the color at the junction of sea and sky, pure but deep.

Ryan looked into his eyes blankly, and said bewitched: "But I don't know what to do." He was like a child who had just tripped and was at a loss for what to do.

The mistakes made were not as simple as Bruce understood.

He couldn't take Bruce's fancy, the Joker had recognized him, and he'd never let it go.

He might not do anything to Ryan, but what he would do to Bruce.It was Ryan himself who exposed his weakness to the clown.

He wants to protect him.

But yes, the best protection is to stay away from him.

He was at a loss.

Bruceton stopped: "I've never been afraid to start over."

"What if you still have something to lose?"

"Just let it go, if you don't lose something by the last step, it will never change again, and you don't need to worry about it anymore."

"What if all I have left is you?"

Bruce was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "There is a very suitable sentence to answer you'When I cross everything that has fallen and fight for eternity, you are my flag.'"

His icy blue eyes seemed to be melted, and tenderness almost overflowed from them.The blue is mixed with the deep dawn, the ancient yesterday, and everything Ryan can't comprehend. The universe seems to flow in those eyes.

Military flag, Ryan chewed the word over and over again.It is the last remaining, almost nothing, but most precious, hope and faith.

He suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Are you still looking for the meaning of the faceless man? I just saw it a few days ago."

"I'm very lonely."

Bruce lowered his head and looked at him puzzled, wondering why he would say such words suddenly.

"His meaning." Ryan smiled. He didn't know that the mask he took off had such a meaning at the beginning: "It's weird, isn't it? But it's like this."

The people he cares about don't care about him,

Only he has that memory.

He looks bright,

Have a sufficiently dignified status.

Filled with self-pity and helplessness,

He cherishes every bit of affection others have for him,

He will do his best to reciprocate that little gesture of kindness.

"Really?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, but he seemed to have lost interest in the masked man. He changed the subject and said, "Tony Stark has found the person who invented these poisonous gases."

Ryan didn't want to talk too much about him, so he followed his words and asked, "Does he have an antidote?"

"No." Bruce carried him to the sofa and got up to look for a bandage: "But he mentioned the Dionysian factor."

"Dionysian factor?" Ryan nestled on the sofa, watching Bruce busy.

He'd never heard of the Dionysian factor: "That name sounds a little... magical?"

"The mad scientist said that it is a compound that has existed in nature for a long time. It is very precious and can promote the infinite regeneration of cells. He created a poisonous gas that has the exact opposite effect through Dionysus factor."

Bruce took the bandage and lifted the coat covering him. The snow-white thigh made Bruce feel like retreating at the moment, but he finally took out the alcohol cotton ball and started to deal with the scratches without changing his face, some small glass shards It got stuck in the meat, and he could only use tweezers to pinch it out bit by bit.

"So the Dionysian factor is the antidote?" The sting of alcohol made him bite his lip slightly, but Ryan didn't make any unnecessary movements.

"Does it hurt? Just say it if it hurts." However, Bruce still saw his brows frowning and relaxing in an instant. He lightened his hand movements and joked, "You seem to be very sensitive to pain."

"Really?" Ryan snorted softly, but he didn't think this sentence was admiration.

Bruce was keenly aware of his displeasure: "It's good, it allows you to try to avoid getting hurt."

He changed the topic back again: "That's right, Dionysus factor is the only antidote."

Ryan ignored the first half of his sentence, he grasped the point, circled it and threw it to Bruce: "Then how did he get the Dionysus factor?"

"The clown's spinal fluid contains the Dionysian factor." He wrapped the bandage around Ryan's thigh, pretending that he didn't care about the origin of the pink scar on his leg.

"But the concentration of Dionysian factor in his spinal fluid is not enough to work."

"So." Ryan closed his eyes halfway, and his dizzy mind made him feel uncomfortable: "We have to find the clown, and then ask him where he got the Dionysian factor in his bone marrow."

"I will also arrest him and organize his killing." Bruce added, he quickly sensed Ryan's strangeness: "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

He thought about letting the Joker and Ryan talk when he was talking to Rachel, that madman must have done something, right?He tensed up instantly.

"No, it's just a little sleepy." Ryan leaned towards Bruce, and he still felt a little cold.

Bruce wrapped him in his arms and made him lean more comfortably to relieve his discomfort: "Sleep, you're safe now."

Ryan hummed and ignored him.The head is heavy as if the neck is about to be crushed.Bruce put his hand to his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh my God!" It was so hot.

"You have a fever." Bruce frowned dissatisfiedly, and rubbed alcohol on his forehead to help him physically cool down. The cold liquid wiped away the blood on his face, and his cheeks were indeed abnormally red .

Bruce took off his blond wig and asked, "How long have you been sitting there?" He could almost feel that Ryan had a fever of at least 310 degrees Fahrenheit, and the cold wind was blowing just now to barely keep his mind awake.

Now he is so tired, he just wants to rest for a while.So he was extremely impatient with Bruce's question, which was not a bad tone, and mumbled deliriously: "I don't know, since you fell..."

Bruce's heart sank, he still underestimated.

He sat there without moving for at least five hours.

Bruce picked up Ryan in a irritated manner, and carried him back to the bed: "Next time, be nicer to yourself, okay?"

Bruce put all kinds of antipyretics in front of his eyes. After hesitating for a while, he chose a special medicine that he often took, crushed it into powder, put it on a spoon, mixed it with a little hot water, and put it on the bedside table first. Let cool.

Ryan was helped to sit up from the bed by him, with a pillow on his back.His half-asleep look was far more bullying than usual, and Bruce held the spoon to his lips.

Those thin lips, which always had a light cherry color, had already lost their blood color at this moment, and were as pale as the rest of the skin.No, there was at least a light blush on his cheeks and earlobes.

"Open your mouth, good boy." Ryan frowned uncomfortably, but opened his mouth obediently, and Bruce sent the liquid on the spoon into his mouth without leaking.

In fact, he has never done this kind of caring work, but fortunately Ryan is very good.

The author has something to say:

The stalk of the previous paint came from Rainbow Six

"When I cross everything that has fallen and fight for eternity, you are my flag."

I always felt that this sentence should be Ryan's creed.

When the end is over, I should explain Ryan's character design to everyone, which is very interesting.

And the part about the master's eyes, from "My Solitude Is a Garden" When I sink my eyes into yours, I glimpse the deep dawn, I see the ancient yesterday, see everything I can't comprehend.I feel the universe flowing, between your eyes and mine.