I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Don't move around." Batman frowned. Although the masked man said nothing happened, he could still smell a strong smell of blood: "Maybe you can't feel it, but there is some hidden wound."

This is also the reason why he didn't dare to move or grope when the masked man fainted just now. If he breaks a bone, his movement will cause irreparable and permanent damage.

"Yeah." He has become very cute now.With his elbows propped on the ground, his body leaned against him without any extra movements, docile like a puppy.Not even half a word.

Quiet is a little too much.

Batman turned his neck slightly, trying to observe the surrounding situation: "We have to find a way to get out." The eyes are not there, and Ah Fu should have pulled them back.

If the depth of a thousand feet is left to the police to dig, not to mention how long the oxygen can last for two people in such a nearly sealed environment, and not to mention that there is no drinking water and food, such a dark environment alone will force people to die. Crazy, but fortunately he could still hear the shallow breathing of the masked man in his ear, which almost disappeared, which gave him some psychological comfort.

Batman is not a talkative person, but he has too many doubts to ask.

The physical pain brought about by the poisonous gas condition is enormous, but what is even more desperate is the process of watching oneself die.He couldn't figure out why the masked man didn't use the antidote for himself, but gave it to him.

He knew that the body covered by the clothes must also have lesions bit by bit.

If Batman has feelings, he feels that he should be the same as the Joker expects, hoping that the masked man can inject the antidote into his body.

Because it is a living life.

But Batman has no feelings, he is only loyal to the city.

Given his choice, he would sacrifice a man with blood on his hands to save the lives of 120 million people in Gotham.

Just as he had planned to do to Ras Agu.

But he couldn't figure out why the masked man gave him the antidote. In such a life and death situation, the man chose an answer that was not an option without hesitation.

So he couldn't help asking: "Why?" Why did you give him the antidote?

Why did you rush to save him?Obviously they are not familiar with each other.

"What?" The man's voice was very low, and it sounded right next to his ear.

If it weren't for the barrier of the mask, the warm breath should spray on his skin exposed outside Batman's helmet.

The masked man froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Batman reflexively, although he couldn't see anything.

He quickly realized what Batman was asking.

He was eerily silent for a moment, his mind racing to find an excuse to prevaricate Batman, but finally replied, "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Batman raised his eyebrows under the mask, very surprised.

"Hmm." He really didn't know, the incident happened so suddenly, the short time left him no room to think, and he acted purely on instinct.

"What's going on in your mind?" Batman turned his head slightly, and could only see the outline of the mask through the faint fluorescent light.

The severe pain in the wound made it difficult for him to even breathe, so he chose as short a word as possible: trying to save "you." It was so weak that it was like a sigh.

But he hadn't thought of the consequences of his short words.

If a person rushes towards you without hesitation at the time of life and death, he will completely protect you.I don't even know why I rushed over, it's just because you are the only one on my mind.

What would you think?

Batman looked complicated, staring at the ridiculous mask, and finally just clenched his hands into fists, forcing himself to calm down.

"Who are you?" His voice was hoarse and full of guard: "What is your purpose?"

He has begun to be afraid of giving without asking for anything in return, because someone has done the same, and he has given his heart to that person.

But what Ryan gave, as his sincere return, was betrayal.

"Me?" The masked man didn't move, even though he couldn't hear it from his voice, he seemed really tired.

"I'm anyone."

Who cares who he is?

With a smile in his voice, he tried to prop up his body. Such an action was equivalent to tearing open the wound on his lower back, allowing the sharp stalactite like a spear to cut deeper into his muscles.

But he wanted to see Bruce's eyes.

That piece of blue as pure as Iceland.

The severe pain made him unable to restrain his body from shaking violently, even though he had tried hard to suppress it.

Batman finally realized what was wrong with him, the cold could not make his body tremble so exaggeratedly: "Don't move! Damn it! Where are you hurt?"

"Do you really want to know who I am?" Ryan clearly saw the pair of blue eyes that were clear under the faint fluorescent light. condition, I'll tell you who I am. Okay?"

"Stop, you're going to die!" Batman yelled, the masked man's heavy breathing barely covered by his ear.

His eyes were full of disbelief: "Get down! I will rescue you." Suddenly he was afraid to take off the mask of the masked man. In a trance, he had a feeling that once he took off his mask, he would will die.

"Promise me, I'll take it off, okay?" His tone was like a seductive big devil: "As long as you agree to my request."

"As long as you lie down and don't move!" Batman took a deep breath: "I will agree to your request."

"Don't take off the mask either," he added.

The masked man chuckled twice: "You don't even ask me what I want?"

He could feel the blood flowing from the wound in his body continuously, just like the time left in him, passing by little by little.

So he didn't lie back, nor took off his mask, but asked an irrelevant question: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"23 hours." Batman watched his movements closely. Batman's special helmet actually allowed him to see a row of small words under the goggles, reminding him of the flow of time.

"I see." The masked figure sighed.

"Listen to my request before deciding to agree to me, Bruce." His ending sound was very long, full of tenderness and helplessness.

But it made Batman's pupils constrict, and an unspeakable fear climbed up his tailbone to his cerebral cortex.

"When negotiating, you must first determine whether it is beneficial to you before agreeing."

The masked man was still talking, but his fingers were already on the brim of the hat.

He tried his best to restrain his trembling, but such a simple action had already caused Ryan to sweat coldly in pain: "Don't just agree to the request just because someone else saved your life. The kindness shown now is only for the greater benefit in the future .Nobody is going to save a person without any purpose."

He pulled down his hat, revealing a head of metallic hair that shone brightly even in the dim light.

Batman, who has never been moved by anything, held his breath and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Even though he had already guessed in his heart, his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single syllable.

His brain clamored for him to stop the movement of the man with the white hair that stood out even in the dark all day, but his hands and feet had already disobeyed the brain's command, and they were stiff and unable to move.

The masked man put his bloody hand on the mask, and his voice was full of a smile: "Never trust others easily, Brucey baby."

His voice is mixed with a unique aria, like the aria of a great nobleman in the Middle Ages.That kind of tone often makes people feel affectionate, even simply reading a string of numbers is full of affection.

Let alone now.

The face he was extremely familiar with was exposed under the light green fluorescent light, the bright red pupils were full of helplessness, and there were still traces of being bitten by him on the light cherry-colored thin lips.

"Ryan..." Bruce called out the name slowly.

"What are your conditions?"

Probably because the oxygen content in the air had dropped below a certain level, Batman felt it was difficult to breathe, and he looked into those bright red eyes defensively.

Ryan narrowed his bright red eyes slightly: "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

Batman hesitated for a moment: "False."

"My request is that we can live, you and me."

It was enough that Batman didn't ask his "truth" again, he didn't want to hear it anymore.

His lies are so pure.

Ryan smiled indifferently, Batman didn't ask, and he didn't want to be a villain who talked too much, explaining what his truth was.

The pain in his back was numb, and he breathed a sigh of relief.But he could clearly feel that the time left for him was running out.

He placed his left hand lightly over Batman's eyes, covering them.

Batman let him move, he was already so tired that he didn't want to care about what Ryan did.

Anyway, in any case, there will only be two of their final results, or they will live together, and he will send Ryan to court.Either they die here together.

In absolute darkness, the senses are infinitely magnified, so that Batman hears the subtle sound of ticking water, how can there be the sound of water?He was puzzled.

Then, a pair of slightly dry lips embraced his lower lip, and his tongue carefully licked the dry folds on his lips due to dehydration.

The tongue seemed to be carrying an electric current, leaving a numb feeling, and then stuck between his lips again, evoking his tongue to suck.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his mind became confused.

No matter what Ryan did, he really liked him.

But those lips left as suddenly as they fell, regardless of any retention.

There was a strange void in Bruce's heart.

However, those cold lips were pressed back quickly, and hot, viscous liquid flowed down his lips into Bruce's mouth.

"?!"

Batman's eyes widened suddenly, and the man on top of him was pushed back hard.

But the strong smell of rust has been swallowed by him.