I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Go to sleep, Ryan." Bruce took off his clothes for him, looking down his Adam's apple, passing over the protruding collarbone, the beautifully shaped abdominal muscles, and staying on the ugly scar on his waist.

The scar is slightly darker than the skin color, but much lighter than the scar on his leg.It can be inferred that it has been about six or seven years since he was injured. The wound is very long, almost the size of a palm encircling it.The wound wasn't in a straight line or anything, but around his waist.

Bruce frowned, his wound should have healed for a long time.Judging from this color, many scars on the surrounding parts have disappeared, and the injury at that time will only be more serious than it looks now.

All in all, the time he was injured should not have been during his service time.But would an ordinary high school student suffer such a serious injury?Even Bruce couldn't tell what the wound was.

In the end, he swallowed the words that had come to his lips.Leaning down, he pressed a kiss on Ryan's forehead, and gently covered him with the quilt.

He still has a lot of time to ask him.

It's just that Bruce didn't expect the accident to come so suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, looking at Ryan who had packed up, was wearing a neat black suit, and was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror.

It took only a day for his fever to subside.

After a day of rest at home, Ryan jumped out of bed alive and well.

Bruce couldn't help but look at him in the changing mirror: Ryan fits suits very well, and the tailored suit looks very sunny on him.He looks very much like the kind of young man who is full of hope for life, because the corners of Ryan's lips are naturally raised, and even when he is not smiling, he still has a slight smile, which looks very gentle.

But in fact, he likes to see him in any style of clothes.

Because Ryan's temperament is very gentle, people can't help but indulge in the gentleness he inadvertently revealed.

Especially when such tenderness seemed to exist only for him.

"...fishing." Ryan turned his head to look at him, without stopping what he was doing.The slender and white fingers deftly passed through the tie and fastened it. The burns on the slender fingers had already healed, and only the fingertips were slightly pink: "Do you want to come together?"

"Wearing this?" Bruce couldn't help propping up his cheeks with his hands, and couldn't look away from his almost perfect profile.Bruce pointed to his long coat draped over the sofa, still feeling weird.

Although fishing is not a sport that requires strict dress code, suits and leather shoes are indeed not suitable.

"I'll change it when I get there." Ryan picked up his coat and faced Bruce.While wearing it, he issued another invitation: "Do you want to come together?"

When he really smiles, there will be a dimple that is so shallow that there are almost no dimples on his cheeks.Instead of the standard smile that is measured with a ruler as it is now.

Obviously he didn't want Bruce to come with him, but he invited anyway.

"Do you want to turn your face away and look in the mirror?" Bruce teased him: "You don't look like you want me to go."

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the long black box on the wooden cabinet beside him, and took out a gray woolen scarf with a hang tag from it.

His movements seemed a little too cautious, as if what he was holding was not a scarf that would not break even if it fell to the ground, but something precious and fragile.In other words, he seemed too cautious in putting Ryan on: "Keep warm and take care of yourself."

After all... No matter how famous the playboy's name is, Ryan is still the only person he really said "I like you". It is impossible to be soft and trembling.

He couldn't help but rub his cheek against Ryan's face, like a feline gesture of affection.He didn't want to remind Ryan about his clothing, but worried that his warmth was not suitable for staying outdoors all the time.

After all, his fever was just right.

"Yeah." Ryan lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered the emotions in those red eyes, his light crimson thin lips touched Bruce's cheek lightly, without leaving a kiss, just intimacy And the touch at a distance: "Wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Bruce smiled, his cobalt blue eyes had dimmed imperceptibly, turning into the color of the sky before the rainstorm.

He quietly moved his finger hidden behind his back, and dimmed the screen of the text message that read: "404 Dalles Avenue, come alone, you will know everything about poison gas...".

"Sir, you called us today..." For what?

Maroney, Ennis, and two other somewhat famous family heads stood in front of the conference room table, looking at the white-haired man sitting at the head of the table.

The entourage and bodyguards they brought guarded the door, far away from them, not daring to eavesdrop.

The white-haired man was wearing a suit meticulously, but he didn't care about such an occasion, and he leaned lazily on the gold-inlaid seat decorated with red velvet. He supported his head with one hand and leaned his elbow on the armrest of the chair.The other hand beat an unknown rhythm on the conference table.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and his half-closed scarlet eyes were amazingly bright in the dim light. Those eyes were fixed on Maroni, but there was no smile in them, only a cold chill.

Those are the eyes of the beast.

A full-bodied ferocious beast, in no rush to eat, simply plays with its prey for fun.

The look in his eyes reminded the four of them of their fears in the past. They couldn't help shivering, and the subconscious swallowing sound was especially loud in the silence.

Ryan chuckled and folded his hands on the table.His movements are not deliberate at all, and it can even be said to be lazy and casual.But people can deeply feel the aura belonging to the superior on his body, as if it has a shape, heavy, and the pressure makes people breathless.Then came the sense of fear from the inside out, climbing up the brain along the tailbone, and the hairs stood up one by one.

He was born a nobleman.

Elegant, dignified, cynical, unpredictable.

The alluring skin can't hide the deadly danger at all.

The time passed too slowly, and Maroni only felt the cold sweat on his forehead little by little.But there was a heavy lead hanging on his knees, leading him down bit by bit...

Finally, when his knee was only about one centimeter off the ground.The white-haired man finally broke the terrifying silence. He smiled: "How much do you know about poison gas?"

The voice is very calm.

The demeanor is as high as a god.

Yes, Maroney suddenly remembered a fact that he deliberately ignored: Jordan has already become a god in Gotham.

Bruce stopped the car, carefully compared the house numbers, and determined that this ordinary cat cafe was the number 404 on the text message.He mulled over the possibility that someone had fooled him, and finally decided to go into the café and have a look.

The wind chime on the glass door jingled pleasantly the moment he pushed the door open, and immediately a fat big white cat ran out from the bar, rubbing against his trouser leg and refusing to let go.

It yelled "Mimi", its long tail was raised high, and it shook slightly to a certain extent.

"She seems to like you."

A blond and blue-eyed charming woman was sitting by the bar, holding a cup of coffee and smiling sweetly.Her green eyes looked at Bruce without blinking: "This is his favorite coffee shop."

But those big green eyes were full of jealousy and hatred that was completely opposite to her expression.

Bruce picked up the cat and began to recall how he had offended this beautiful beauty.

No wonder he has a bad memory, billionaire Bruce Wayne is surrounded by all kinds of Yingying Yanyan every day.

Of course, before.

The blond beauty put down her coffee cup and walked towards him, her sharp nails mercilessly wanted to leave marks on that handsome face, she stroked it with such strength that she looked gentle, but actually wanted to tear off that face His face: "Is this the face? Are you the one he really loves?"

There was undisguised hatred in her eyes.

Bruce frowned, deftly turning his head away from her hand, not knowing who this "he" she repeatedly mentioned was.

The blond woman seemed to have suddenly returned to normal, showing a sweet smile: "I know you, you are Bruce Wayne, right?"

Bruce looked at her quietly, he was afraid that this woman had some mental illness.

"I'm Anna." The blond woman, that is, Joanna, put her hand gently on Bruce's shoulder, and her other weak and boneless hand gently touched his chest.The big white cat let out a cry and jumped out of Bruce's arms. It was about to be crushed by the woman's chest.

Joanna raised her head slightly, revealing her white neck, and said ambiguously, "You can call me Little Joe, he treats you...has he ever treated you like this?" The woman as soft as a snake wrapped her arms around Bruce's neck, I want to press a kiss on those thin lips.

Bruce slammed on her shoulder without knowing it, and pushed Joanna to the ground. While tightening his brows tightly, he didn't forget what kind of character Brucey was: "I really like bold and enthusiastic girls. Girl, but please respect yourself. I don't like girls who want to eat me."

Joanna couldn't help laughing, and said to the person on the other end of the headset: "He didn't, it wasn't him."

Judging from this reaction, although Bruce Wayne in front of him didn't like her, he was obviously not gay.Joanna couldn't help but be delighted, sir, of course he can't be a heretic, since this man didn't seduce him, of course he still loves her,

"Be patient." The person on the other end of the headset smiled: "Maybe it's a pure and beautiful secret love?"

Joanna snorted coldly, scoffing at such words in her heart.

"Excuseme?" Bruce wondered, he could hear her voice too.But he really didn't understand what these people were planning.

Joanna smiled politely and stood up. She didn't care about Bruce's rude behavior at all: "Sorry, sir, your trip was in vain. There is no useful information about poison gas here."

"Okay." Bruce shrugged, and the vigilance in his heart became heavier: "I was just curious at first, and I thought it was a new way to strike up a conversation."

"But..." Joanna smiled brightly. She picked up a camera from the bar that had been there for a long time, but for some reason it was not touched by the running cats. She opened a video and handed it to him: "I have this."

Bruce took the camera suspiciously.

The video is very dark, but you can almost tell that it is the person, with his bare back, his hands bound by rough hemp rope, hanging from the ceiling.

Then the dim lights were suddenly turned on, and harsh laughter came from the camera.

Bruce's pupils tightened uncontrollably.

The clown with the iconic green hair took a long barbed whip and whipped it on the naked back of the hanged man, leaving bright red marks, and instantly, blood flowed along the whip marks And down.

The person who was hung from the ceiling grunted in pain. Although his back was facing the camera, he had very special silver-white hair, which was smooth and so fair that his back was gradually filled with red marks.

Bruce looked up and looked at the woman in front of him expressionlessly: "Where is he?"

The veins in his hands were throbbing because of excessive force.

Bruce gritted his teeth, restraining himself from tearing apart the woman in front of him and the clown in the camera.

Calm down, calm down, hurry up and save him.

Joanna named a place.

Bruce slammed the camera to the ground, and the force of pulling open the glass door made the sliding rails make an overwhelmed sound.The cats lying around Xiaotian all arched their backs and blew their hair all over their bodies because of the loud noise.

Fuck tm calm, he's going crazy.Why does the clown always fly up suddenly like a fly to disturb his peaceful life?

"Wow~ sweetheart, calm down." Joanna stopped him with the same smile and suggested sincerely: "Enter through the back door, there is another door in the conference room."

The dark blue sports car sped away.

The loud sound of the accelerator scared the cat, which had just poked its head out, back again.

"What an impatient young man." Joanna mocked. She changed the subject of the phone and warned the clown, "Don't break my toys."

"Hey, you're going to have a genuine toy soon." The clown shook his head resentfully.

"We will see what he will do next." He whistled while playing with the knife: "What do you think he will do if Sweetheart Mary goes? Joanna."

"She has been there." Joanna was full of malice, and Mary was the daughter of His Excellency Falconi.She used to be infatuated with Jordan, pursued him crazily, and even claimed to be the hostess when Jordan didn't respond in the slightest.She also broke into the conference room: "Then she died."

……

"I'm sorry, I chose to work with the Joker, but we have no choice." Maroney tried to explain, and he now regrets his momentary move: "We heard that you decided to quit, and Batman... . " He didn't have the courage to continue in Ryan's increasingly cold eyes.

Ryan smiled, but his voice was as cold as if the air could be frozen into liquid in the next second: "Who?"

His slender fingertips tapped the table twice: "Who told you I'm quitting?"

"Yes..." Ennis opened his mouth hesitantly, and finally forced out of fear: "Mrs. Dagostor."

Ryan snorted coldly: "So, who is it? Who fused poisonous gas and flu virus?"

"It is said that it is just a doctor in a small clinic. It seems to be called Anne Dumacher."

Definitely Dumacher.Ryan's eyes moved, and he continued to ask calmly: "Where does the Dionysian factor in the clown's spinal fluid come from?"

The door on the wall of the conference room that hadn't been used for a long time suddenly shook off dust at this moment, and was violently opened from the outside with a loud noise.

The four of Maroni hurriedly drew their guns, aiming at the person who walked in through the dilapidated door: "Who are you?!"

The crimson pupils shrank suddenly, and Ryan couldn't help but clenched his hands.

He was too familiar with that figure.

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