I haven't been a big brother for many years

"I think I understand where your problem is." Hannibal nodded.

"Your trouble now is that you are at a loss. As for your wish for your lover to be happy, I hope you can help him as much as possible. Even for his ideal, you are willing to exchange everything you have. Right?"

Ryan rubbed his temples wearily: "I know it sounds absurd, but it's weird, and it's the way it is. I want to keep him out of danger, so I'm willing to do anything for him. So..."

He nodded: "You're right, it's almost the same mentality."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows: "Okay, Ryan. Let me ask a few questions about your dedication...let's call this behavior dedication, let me ask a few questions."

"Did you ask for what you did?" Hannibal smiled politely and kindly, his eyes were full of concern and sympathy for patients that an ordinary doctor should have.

"No."

"Do you allow him to refuse your offer?"

"Probably... not allowed." He thought about the terrifying bloody smell in the darkness, and shook his head.

"I see." Hannibal nodded, a reassuring smile on his lips.

"Excessive giving is not a psychological problem that is difficult to solve, although you are indeed a bit too much. But what you should pay attention to is your other psychological problems that are involved in overpaying."

"You have a strange sense of guilt towards your lover, a sense of responsibility that cannot be repaid, and some inexplicable guilt."

"There are some reasons why you are not confident in yourself, and you are over-beautifying others. What are you giving back to him? Or what do you expect him to give you in return?"

Hannibal leaned forward slightly: "May I ask some personal questions of yours?" He rarely displayed such unprofessional curiosity.

"You said."

"Your lover, is he?"

"...You can say that."

"I didn't expect that he actually existed in this world."

He exclaimed, "I always thought he was a figment of your imagination."

"So, are you repaying the help he gave you at that time? No, you have overdone it. Your contribution is beyond your ability. The motivation of the general excessive giver is the praise and attention of others."

"And what you look forward to is not the desire to be treated better."

Hannibal paused, and looked at Ryan seriously: "What you expect is to seek the value of existence. Ryan, were you thinking about how to commit suicide before?"

"...No, I didn't think about it. It's just that I couldn't help it." His guilt and inferiority even made him lose the courage to live.

Ryan covered his eyes with his hands: "Maybe you're right, Dr. Lecter. Maybe I'm paying back. I've always been guilty."

Hannibal listened quietly.

"You were in Gotham for a while, and you even crossed paths with 'The Philosopher,' and you probably remember Bruce Wayne."

"Yes, I know, Mr. Billionaire." Hannibal nodded.He and Ryan also met at the "philosopher" Dr. Hugo.

"You should have heard a little bit that he has been looking for the real culprit who killed his parents." Ryan covered his eyes, his voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was just narrating things about strangers: "The cause of his parents' death is almost his The only motivation when I was young. Non-stop, chasing the truth."

"But I told a lot of lies to him and kept a lot of things from him."

There was a sudden movement outside the window. A woman in a tight black leather jacket opened the window of the ward and came in from the window: "Stop! Ryan, don't talk." She tried to stop him.

"Catwoman." Ryan took down his hand covering his eyes and smiled wryly. He ignored Selina's stop, and looked at Hannibal with bright red pupils: "My father is the real murderer behind it. He Hired a man named Marlon to kill the Waynes."

"Because you fear from the bottom of your heart that you are not worthy of being loved, you don't want me to be with you. You must be alone, but it is because you are alone that makes you think that you are not worthy of being loved. "

Catwoman frowned and looked at Ryan, she could not understand him like this for a long time.

Hannibal was gone, he had done his work.Let Ryan figure out where he went wrong. Psychological problems cannot be solved overnight.

For a sober patient like Ryan, asking questions is often a good start.

"..." Ryan lowered his head and said nothing.

"What the hell are you thinking!" Selina said angrily, "You shouldn't have come back to Gotham! Isn't it good to stay in New York? He must have told you the same way."

"Selina." Ryan sighed, interrupting Catwoman's dissatisfaction with him: "Be prepared, the storm is coming."

Catwoman's eyes widened, and her tone was serious: "Ryan, you have to know that what happened to Wayne was not caused by you, you are not wrong, what your father did has nothing to do with you."

"What runs through my body is dirty blood of the same strain."

Ryan didn't look at her, but just stared blankly at his hand: "I have been a cursed monster since I was born."

Those hands were slender and pale, with well-defined joints, and they were very beautiful.But it is not the fair skin that normal people can have.He murmured absentmindedly: "Such eyes, such hair color, such skin."

"Selina." He covered his eyes with his hands again, his voice was hoarse, and he was already crying: "Bruce, he knows everything. He doesn't like to laugh, he doesn't like sweets...he knows I'm lying to him, but He still wants to like me like this.”

"I was born in the dark, and these eyes and this constitution keep me from ever being exposed to the light."

He pressed hard on his eye sockets, but couldn't stop the crystal liquid from sliding down from the corners of his eyes: "But I am destined to chase the light in this life."

"Lian." Catwoman bit her lower lip tightly: "Did he really disappear?"

If he was still there, Ryan wouldn't be like this.

"Him?" Ryan's uncovered lips pulled out a smile, the commercial standard was correct, and the corner of his mouth rose 31 degrees into a smirk: "He was killed by me."

Catwoman's green pupils shrank suddenly, and she retorted subconsciously: "How is it possible? You, you obviously..."

But she didn't dare to ask any more, she was afraid it was true.

Since he left Gotham, he came back as a different person, cold-blooded and ruthless.

She took a deep breath: "Are you going to tell Bruce Wayne the truth back then?"

She stared at the ring on Ryan's right hand. Such a delicate gem was not a ruby, but something else.

She had seen the true power of the ring, and the ring that was useless after that was also handed over to Bruce Wayne by her.

"Sooner or later, he will find out." Ryan leaned back in the chair, with his back to Catwoman: "I am a coward."

He smiled wryly and said, "I don't even have the courage to face him with my true self. I even dare to pretend to have amnesia to feel his warmth."

"Ryan." Selina sighed: "You must be happy."

Bruce Wayne is a very good man, he will definitely heal you.He will tolerate you, care about you, love you.

Just like that him.

Ryan smiled and didn't reply.

"What's the matter? Are you sleepy?" Bruce put the spoon into the container after feeding the last mouthful of soup.

He took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Ryan's mouth carefully, then rubbed his metallic hair: "Take a break, I'll pick you up later."

"Where are you going?" Ryan raised his head slightly and looked at him.

"Go through the discharge procedures." Bruce kissed Ryan's eyes and looked at him tenderly.

"You can sleep with me." He had a look of grievance on his face, and his beautiful red glass-like eyes were full of sleepy moisture, looking at Bruce like a puppy.

His left hand gently clasped his fingertips: "Come with me, okay?"

Bruce's heart suddenly became extremely soft, but he still refused: "I'll watch you here, and go through the discharge procedures when you wake up."

Ryan nodded lightly and didn't force him any more.

The temperature of the heating in the room is turned on very high, which really makes people drowsy.

Soon, Bruce heard Ryan's long, even breathing, and he fell asleep.

Bruce touched his cheek with some amusement, pulled out a book from the shelf, walked to the window, and flipped through it.

……

"Mr. Reese is a credible M&A lawyer at a top advisory firm."

Alfred watched the program in front of the TV, and the host swore: "He claimed that he had been waiting for Batman to make the right decision. But now, he decided to attack himself."

"We'll be broadcasting Batman's true identity at 5 o'clock."

……

The warm time in winter is always very leisurely, if it is not for the interruption of a lady, Bruce feels that he can sit by the window and read a book.

He had just caught a glimpse of a blond woman walking towards the hospital parking lot with her bag through the window.The girl was Joanna Dagosto, whom he had asked to meet at the café.

He immediately put down the book and glanced at Ryan who was still sleeping on the bed.Ultimately, no decision was made to wake him up.

Bruce slowed down, walked out of the ward lightly, and grabbed a nurse: "Miss, can you help me look after my friend?"

He took out a wad of dollars and handed it to her: "I'll be right back."

His smile was so bright that the nurse nodded eagerly before she even heard what he said.

Bruce was relieved and quickly chased to the parking lot.

The woman known as Mrs. Dagostor hadn't left, or Bruce had arrived just in time.

From a distance, he saw her talking on the phone while driving a silver sports car out of the parking lot.

Bruce hurriedly opened the door of the Lamborghini and drove after him.

This woman must know where the Joker is.

Joanna was driving with one hand and applying lipstick on her lips with the other, her eyes carefully staring at the rearview mirror until a dark blue Lamborghini appeared in the rearview mirror.

She threw away her lipstick and picked up the phone that she hadn't hung up on: "He's catching up."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak, but hung up the phone directly, and then called the TV station.

"Who are you?" The host was notified that a strange call was connected that did not show an incoming call.

"I thought about a world without Batman." The Joker's unique and weird voice came from the phone.

"The culprits continued to make petty thefts as if they were routine."

"The police, solve some small cases slowly." His tone was very drawn out, as if those things were really boring and made him lose interest.

"That's too boring."

He suddenly changed his tone in a very excited tone: "I've changed my mind. I don't want Mr. Reese to spoil the scenery."

Alfred watched the program on TV and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"But it doesn't make sense for me to play alone, right? I have to give others a chance." The clown seemed to have suddenly thought of a good idea, and his speech became hurried.

Mr. Reese on TV was frightened and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"If Reece Coleman is alive within an hour."

The clown's hoarse voice revealed a maniacal smile: "I'll just blow up a hospital."

The author has something to say:

The unidentified man in the chapter is Bruce, for a hint.

Then, thank you little angels