I haven't been a big brother for many years

No one in this world can understand what the man in the black theatrical costume and funny cloak who is infinitely terrifying wants to do.

Even if he took off the expensive equipment.Even if he looks like just a spendthrift playboy, no one knows what he wants to do next second.

When the gray-haired old butler pushed open the door made of good wood decorated with gorgeous and simple but not vulgar messy patterns in the morning light, he saw the young master who was supposed to be lying on the bed, naked With his upper body up, he squatted halfway on the wooden floor covered with a pure white wool carpet, reaching out his hand as if to touch the slender eyelashes of the person on the chair.

His wheat-colored skin exudes a healthy luster under the light passing through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and some sweat beads can be faintly seen reflecting the slightly harsh morning light—normal people don’t sweat so much while sleeping , the old butler felt that his poor young master must have had another nightmare about bats.

Bruce seemed startled by the sudden sound of the door opening, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and turned his head to look at Ah Fu.

Ah Fu didn't make any accusations about his inappropriate behavior just now, he just glanced at the silver-haired young man huddled in the chair with a little worry, and then said softly to the beautiful sea-like eyes of the standing young man : "Do you feel better, Master."

Bruce also felt that his voice was a little loud, and he put his finger on his lips and nodded slightly.Then he picked up the white shirt that Ah Fu was holding in his hand, unfolded it and put it on while walking towards the door.Signal Ah Fu to speak outside.

"Brucie?"

A low and hoarse whisper made the tall man stop instantly, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Maybe it's because of the short sleep, or maybe it's because of the awkward sleeping position.The man was holding on to the armrest with one hand and covering his forehead with the other. His face was full of sleepiness and discomfort. His bright red pupils glistening in the sunlight looked at the tall figure of the man in front of him with a little annoyance and confusion.

It is really hard to imagine how a man who is over six feet tall and not thin at all sleeps in a chair that is not too big.

Bruce sighed and walked back again, half squatting down to be at eye level with Ryan, the peaceful and quiet dark blue broke into the dazzling bright red.He raised his hand and lightly stroked the top of the person in front of him, with a gentle and soothing tone, as if coaxing a child: "Go to bed and sleep for a while."

Ke Ryan didn't appreciate it at all, as if the trance just now had never happened before.There was a sharp flash in the eyes, and then there was condensation.With a stern face, he grabbed Bruce's hand on his head, stretched his long legs, and stepped on the ground again.Put on pure white soft slippers.

Looking at Bruce, he felt that he should give Bruce a warning: "Last night, I picked up a bat on Narrows Island."

Bruce's pupils shrank, his face was expressionless, his steel blue eyes looked at Ryan with some doubts and concerns: "...you know? Have you seen a person wearing a purple devil mask?"

Evil spirit?Ryan choked. emmmmm, it's probably the effect of the spray.

"No, you're lying alone under the eaves." Ryan let go of his hand and stood up, shrugged lazily, turned around and greeted Afu, turned and walked out of the room without looking at Bruce again .

There is no need to answer the previous questions at all, besides, Ryan is still angry now.

As if aware of Ryan's inexplicable anger, Bruce turned his head and looked at Ah Fu with puzzled eyes.

Afu didn't want to speak, but he couldn't resist the increasingly suspicious eyes of his young master, and said: "...I think, most guardians will be annoyed when children do dangerous things behind their backs."

Bruce: "..."

"Does he think he is my guardian?" Bruce looked at Ah Fu in surprise.

"Forgive me, young master, I'm just using an analogy. If you must understand it this way, I can't help it. Besides..." Afford paused, and continued, "I'm also your half guardian."

Bruce smiled helplessly, and took the clothes from him: "Okay, my good housekeeper. We'll talk about this matter later, I'm still busy today."

……

Ryan turned into a guest room near the master bedroom, and as expected, he saw the three-piece dark gray suit that Ah Fu had prepared for him hanging on the hanger.It was paired with a dark red tie with a black pattern and obsidian cufflinks, and a handkerchief of the same color as the tie was placed on the small table.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, Ah Fu was still as caring as ever.

After all, today is Bruce's birthday, although the parties probably forgot.I scanned the surroundings, and found a small box with a gift bag next to it, and a post-it note "cufflinks" on it.It seems that A Fulian has prepared the gift for Bruce for himself.

After washing up and changing into some well-tailored three-piece suits, most of his anger disappeared, or he was not angry at all.

Ryan walked slowly through the overly long corridor and into the restaurant.

It's just that the scene of Batman lying on the ground struggling in pain and the indifferent smile on Bruce's face flashed in his mind, which made him feel very dazzling.

Ryan pursed his thin lips unconsciously.

Bruce looked like he had just sat down, too.After all, it was Wayne Manor, so he just added a nightgown on top of the white shirt he just put on.

Seeing Ryan's attire, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Ryan pulled away the chair and threw the small box in his hand to him. As expected, there were cookies that Ryan was thinking about on the table.

Bruce took the small black gift box with both hands and opened it: inside was a pair of sparkling diamond cufflinks.He raised his eyebrows: "Actually... Ryan..."

Ryan cut open the pie with a knife and fork, and interrupted him: "This is what Ah Fu prepared for you." Shrugging, Ryan looked up at Bruce with regret written all over his face: "I didn't prepare your birthday present. "

Bruce looked a little helpless.

Ah Fu raised his eyebrows, and calmly poured a glass of juice and handed it to Ryan.

Ryan lowered his eyes, took the orange juice, and said casually: "Are you missing something?"

Bruce looked up at him a little aggrieved upon hearing this.

Ryan just pretended not to see it.

The breakfast was delicious, and my aching stomach was finally relieved.Ryan wiped his fingers and the corners of his mouth with a kerchief.Finally looking at the man sitting in the first seat: "We need to talk, Bruce."

Hearing this, Bruce quickly put down the half-drinked juice, his movements were a little awkward, and he faded the smile on his face.Steel blue eyes were filled with determination and earnestness.

Ryan narrowed his eyes and played with his fingers, dragged his tone, and asked lazily, although he did not intend to reveal his mask: "Can you tell me why?"

Bruce was silent, his sea-like steel blue eyes just looked at him.

Ryan only felt that hitting those eyes was like sinking into the deep sea, and he felt a sense of suffocation for a moment.

Helplessly, he raised his hand to cover his eyes in annoyance.

He doesn't want to meet Bruce's eyes, it's not good for him.

His voice was low and hoarse with resignation and unwillingness: "It's not your fault, you don't need it at all. Why use other people's mistakes to punish yourself? Don't interrupt me, Brucey baby."

Bruce swallowed hard the retort he was about to blurt, and took another sip of juice to smooth it down.

"It's just punishing yourself. God, I don't know what you have suffered all these years? Can't you change to a safer way? There is a Superman in the metropolis, can't you pay him to hire him? Why do you have to do it yourself? ...?" Ryan's voice was hoarse and low, not high-pitched, but full of irresistible meaning.

Bruce looked down at the only liquid left in the glass, and said helplessly, "I can do it well." Such remarks that seemed to be caring for the elders, except for Ah Fu, he hadn't heard it for many years.

"What makes you think it's okay?" Ryan sneered, put down his hands covering his eyes and looked up at him.

He frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his hands under the table were clenched into fists.The scarlet eyes were a few shades darker than usual, as if a storm was brewing inside: "Next time, I don't know if you can still have Alfred's breakfast."

Bruce was taken aback, he had never seen Ryan angry before.The straightforward accusation made him involuntarily clenched the glass in his hand, his fingers clinging to the glass gradually turned white.His face was getting worse and worse, but he was at a loss.

He just felt that Ryan's accusation was somewhat irresponsible.

He is an adult, of course he knows what he should do.And Ryan, he has never experienced what he has experienced, he knows nothing!

Afu sighed silently.

What young people need after taking an adventure should be encouragement and praise, not blame.

However, even Ah Fu did not agree with Bruce's actions.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Ah Fu glanced at the two people who were in a stalemate, and walked towards the door.

Bruce seemed to be awakened by the ringing of the bell suddenly, and stood up with the sound of the chair moving. He put his arms on the table, looked unhappy, threw the glass to the ground, and walked towards the door without looking back. .

Ryan suddenly lost his anger after he turned around, raised his brows, and raised the corners of his lips silently:

Little rookie.

Trouble fine.

Getting irritated so easily, like a child, eager to be affirmed by others.Once someone raises a question or points fingers, I can't stand it anymore. It's either blowing up or flipping the table.I don't even think about why others always follow him.

Those bright red eyes softened again, filled with helplessness.

The hurried doorbell made it seem that the visitor was in a hurry, Ah Fu hurriedly opened the door, and there was a charming woman, Rachel, standing outside the door.

Alfred is very grateful to Rachel for coming, so that he will not make a bacon sandwiched between two young people.At least open a door to breathe fresh air with normal pressure.He was afraid that if he stayed there any longer, he couldn't help but nod in agreement with Master Black's accusations in front of the young master.

Oh, thanks Miss Rachel.He put on a kind smile.Thanks to future Wayne hostesses.

His smile was so obvious that Rachel felt a little strange when he first saw him: "Ah Fu? Did something good happen?"

"Of course, your presence is the greatest blessing." Alfred blinked mischievously: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Give this to Bruce for me." Rachel was amused by him, and raised her hand and handed him a small box.

"Rachel?" Bruce stood on the steps, tried to suppress his anger, and looked at Rachel with a happy face.

"Bruce." Rachel looked up at him, and greeted this long-lost friend.

Ah Fu shrugged, turned sideways to make way for his young master, and walked into the restaurant.

Ryan was still sitting where he had been.His eyes were full of smiles.Seeing Ah Fu coming in, he slightly retracted the arc of his lips: "You dote on him too much."

"How could anyone have the heart to refuse him?" Ah Fu bent down to pick up the debris on the ground.

Ryan stood up and walked to Ah Fu, "Let me do it."

A Fu handed him the tool and sighed: "You are very important to the young master, so he hopes to get your approval rather than opposition."

Ryan paused and lowered his eyes: "Forgive me for not agreeing."

Ah Fu was a little puzzled: "Forgive me for being a little confused, but you seem to have done the same thing as the young master."

Ryan collected the glass shards and threw them into the trash can, stood up and met Ah Fu's eyes: "So I ask you not to tell him." He took the tissue and wiped his hands: "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't either. As for doing that."

Ah Fu was puzzled: "I don't understand, Master Black." He bit "Black" hard.

Ryan didn't seem to hear his accent, and picked up the faceless male mask he hid in the corner: "Let's go, keep an eye on him, it's his own birthday party anyway."

Ah Fu looked at a man and a woman blocking the door with some embarrassment.

Ryan smiled, opened the window of the restaurant, stretched his long legs, and flipped out neatly.

Ah Fu: "..." Can't young people nowadays try to be more prudent?

"Why?" Ryan looked back at the Wayne Manor bathed in the sun, and murmured in a low voice: "Probably everyone wants to desperately hold on to the remaining light." His smile looked very gentle, but Soft and unreal.

The author has something to say:

Modified some.

It’s a bit shameful to look at it ＿(:з”∠)＿