I haven't been a big brother for many years

The masked man slowly walked towards the two of them and picked up the narrow knife he had just thrown out.

He didn't wear gloves, and the large pieces of skin peeled off from his slender white fingers were exposed to the eyes of the two of them.

"You..." Batman and the Joker uttered in unison at this moment, and then closed their mouths at the same time.

The difference was that the face of the only clown present who was not covered by a mask was full of shock, while Batman couldn't see his expression because of the mask, only his tightly pursed lips could be seen.

Although he can probably imagine what kind of emotions, doubts, and expectations Bruce has for himself under the mask.

Doubting his purpose, expecting his position.

But there should be complete disappointment in the clown's eyes.

The clown curled his lips in boredom, and snorted coldly: "Ah, I really can't stand it, you are getting more and more boring."

As he spoke, he retreated towards the entrance of the cave without a trace: "I guess the little bat would prefer to have a lover who is as considerate as you, rather than causing trouble like Jordan and betraying his lover?"

He begins to mislead Batman: "Poor little Bat must not know that the man he loves directed this comedy himself."

"?!" Batman wanted to ask what he meant, but was stopped by the masked man.

"It's the same for you." The emotionless mechanical voice sounded.Although he doesn't know what the Joker wants to do, Lane is happy to see the Joker distinguish the masked man from Lane.

He doesn't want "Ryan" to get close to Bruce anymore, he will only bring danger and harm to Bruce.

The masked man shrugged, took two steps forward, faced the clown, and firmly guarded Batman behind him. His movements were slack, but there was no flaw at all.

He sighed and said: "If I were him, I would choose my own. This is his honor." It seems that he has nothing to do with Ryan, just a pure love rival relationship.

The narrow black knife twirled in his hand, but the clown obviously felt that his movements were not as smooth as before.

Because of the wound on his finger.

The Joker stared intently at the spots on his fingers where the skin had flaked off.Gritting his teeth, he said, "It's really touching. Should I call this feeling love? Oh no, no, I should call it martyrdom."

"Are you here to die? The masked man? Huh?" He stared at the masked man viciously: "You can't live long without an antidote. That's why you're not afraid of death?"

He grinned and laughed loudly, and threw a tube of potion to Ryan: "Unfortunately, I only have one antidote, give it to yourself or give it to Batman to save this dirty city. The choice is yours." His voice As soon as it fell, the cave vibrated violently, and stones fell into the water rustlingly.

The clown detonated the bomb.

"Master! Master! Tie the safety rope to your body!" Alfred shouted anxiously, watching the explosion reaction on the monitor.

"No." Bruce refused, "pull the 'eyes' up first." But there was only the sound of electric current in the communication, and he didn't know if Ah Fu heard his voice.

Dust filled the entire cave.

The masked man caught the injection with one hand, and chopped it out horizontally with the knife in the other.

But because of the shaking of the ground, the clown was not able to be chopped, but was chopped on the fallen stalactite pillar. The sharp blade cut through the stone pillar, but got stuck on it.He wanted to take out the knife to make another cut, but out of the corner of his eye, he landed on the huge stalactite pillar that was crumbling above Batman's head.

Ryan's pupils shrank instantly.

"Don't kill him!" The rope thrown by Batman was wrapped around the masked man's arm, trying to stop him from doing so. If the Joker could produce one antidote, he would definitely be able to produce a second one.But the masked man ignored him.

The clown seemed to know what he was thinking, and he didn't forget to turn his head and laugh while running away: "There's only one, and the rest are these blown-up springs. Make up your mind soon~ You're all going to be buried underground soon. "

He was forcing Ryan to use up the shot for himself, so they might still have a chance to get out alive.

But if he chooses to sacrifice himself for Batman's ridiculous ideal, not only will the antidote not be delivered, but they will all be buried in this place.

At a depth of a thousand feet, it is impossible to survive once buried.

There was no way to avoid that area of ​​stalactites... Lane wasn't paying attention to the clown's shrieking yells, or the rope that was gripping his arm.He stared blankly at the spear that could easily kill people.

Ryan yelled at Batman: "Stay there!" Instinctively made him throw away the knife he was still stuck in the crevice of the stone, and rushed over without hesitation.

The time passed so quickly that he had no time to think, and a large stalactite fell down.

Ryan pounced on Batman, holding the injection in his right hand and stabbing it through his neck without hesitation. The retractable needle passed through the soft cloth on Batman's neck and fortunately did not break. When it felt the warm skin, it automatically He reached out and injected a transparent antidote with a little light green fluorescence into Bruce's body, then the needle automatically exited and fell to the ground.

His instinct drove him to adjust his posture in the air, put one hand under Batman's head, and wrap his arm around his waist to hide his body as much as possible under his own.

He might die, and his sense of crisis is like a flood siren, which has crossed the maximum threshold at this moment and is sounding sharply.He who had never been afraid of death suddenly felt a little regretful at this moment.

The pain in his neck swept through Bruce's brain, but it hurt even more in his eye sockets, his eyes were tearing apart.He glared angrily at the masked man who had thrown all the antidote into his body, his face was pale.For a moment, he felt that the masked man was going to kill him: "No!" He felt that it was a waste to use the antidote on him.

But when he was thrown down, he could clearly see the dense cluster of stalactites above his head.

He understood the intention of the masked man almost immediately: "What do you want to do?!! Escape!" They had only contacted a few times, and the time between each time was so short that it ended with just a few words in a hurry.

He can't believe he's coming at him like this, Batman is terrified, his throat is dry and he's shuddering.He knew that in the next second the fresh life of the person wearing the ridiculous mask would turn into a cold corpse just like his parents.

Since then, no one has used "he" to refer to "it".

But he didn't even know who the masked man was.

At this moment, he could only recall his teasing tone: "Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you everything."

While embracing that warm body, Ryan was still thinking in a trance: Fortunately, he hasn't eaten Ah Fu's cookies, so they should be left to Bruce.

He felt that he could no longer hear anything, and his vision turned white.

Like a stalactite pierced his lower back or somewhere else in his back, or hit him hard in the neck.The pain has been blurred.he does not know.

Consciousness has begun to disappear, as if he has become a white field of vision, in a trance, he just wants to hold the person in his arms tighter, tighter.

No, his consciousness suddenly became clear for a moment.He will die, will become a cold corpse.If you hug Batman tightly, you can only make him feel cold.

But if you hug him tightly, at least you won't hurt him.His consciousness was hazy again, if only he could burn himself up, it would warm Bruce a little.

Since he escaped from the puppeteer, he rarely did such irrational things.Every step was carefully planned. Even if he was said to be reckless, it was planned and reckless to maximize his own interests.Just like a spider making a web, it lays out step by step, patiently waiting for the prey to enter the web.

But since he couldn't help inquiring about that person, and finally couldn't help approaching him.

He was in a state of confusion, calmed down, and kept away from him with words like these.Just like an addict, knowing it is wrong, but addicted to it and unable to extricate himself.

He didn't know that he would be so reckless.

The skull seemed to be split open, and the back of the neck was like being pricked by needles. The dense tingling and dull pain in the back made him finally realize that he was still alive.There was still a buzzing sound in his ears, as if someone was calling him from far away: "Wake up, don't fall asleep!"

Wake up.

He said to himself like this, and the consciousness in his whole body was gradually awakened by him.

A pair of cold hands were pressing on his neck, feeling the weak throbbing of the arteries.

He seemed to be really hot.

It wasn't that those hands were cold, but that he was too hot, and the freezing temperature made him shiver.This realization made him a little amused.What he expected has really come true, although it is not a good thing.

Then he heard the deep voice that had been calling him, the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he thought he must have been shouting for a long time.

He tried to move his hands, carefully pulled his left hand out from under the black armor, and propped it on the ground.With a movement of his right hand, he gently placed his head with the black cat ear helmet that he had been protecting on the ground, and put his hand on Batman's ear.Then try to straighten your back.

His field of vision was dark, and the only thing that glowed was the empty tube of injection that had fallen on the ground. The pale green fluorescence was so faint that it was next to his right hand.

With that light, he could see the marks on his right hand that were scratched on the ground because it was placed under Bruce's head, a large bloodstain on the back of the hand near the knuckle bones, and even the white bones exposed from the phalanx of the middle finger , no wonder he felt a tingling pain just by moving his right hand.

But this is nothing compared to the slow death where the skin on his body peeled off little by little.

"Are you okay?" The low voice finally stopped repeating "wake up." Two monotonous words.Ryan looked at Batman, who was almost intact under him, and couldn't help but smile.

"I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he pulled the injury on his back.

The dust that had just settled was lifted up by his movements, which made him cough uncontrollably. The wound on his back affected the nearby skin one after another, making him feel a distinct foreign body sensation. A sharp stalactite came from his left The back of the side waist was inserted straight into the muscle, not too deep.

At any rate, it didn't hurt any important organs, nor did it directly penetrate him.He thought bitterly, and then tried his best to suppress his unstoppable trembling due to pain.

Because he just found out that he can send out smart little discs without any human emotion that's broken.

"Fortunately, it's just that the skin on his hand was scratched. It's really lucky." His voice was full of exaggerated smiles for the rest of his life, and the slight hoarseness was removed, which was not much different from the voice he occasionally made inside the mask.

Even though the voice sounded familiar to Batman, he didn't think much of it.

Batman, who had been worrying all this time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He really thought that the masked man was going to die just now.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough.