I haven't been a big brother for many years

There was a slight tingling sensation in the neck, Ryan opened his eyes, and the cold liquid had flowed into his body.

"Brucie?" he asked subconsciously.Struggling to get up from the bed.

"Shh~" A hand pressed down on his shoulder, and the needle was pulled out from his neck: "Relax."

Even though his voice was deliberately lowered, Ryan still felt familiar.

In front of him was a nurse with short curly brown hair, wearing a pink and white nurse uniform, and wearing a huge mask with only her eyes exposed.

He propped himself up from the bed with his arms, rubbed the needle hole left on his neck, and didn't look at the nurse: "What did you do to Bruce?"

He looked around, trying to figure out what happened in some detail.

Miss nurse... that is, the clown, took off the mask and showed exaggerated makeup: "wow, I didn't expect you to recognize me so soon. You must miss you like me, right? I am in Arkham I've been thinking of you forever."

A woman also wearing the same nurse makeup was lying on the ground, blood flowing from the blood hole between her eyebrows.

She stared, her face full of disbelief.

The clown used a suppressed pistol.Ryan frowned.

"Where is Bruce Wayne?" Ryan ignored his deliberately nasty and provocative words, his bright red eyes were full of terrifying killing intent, and he looked straight at the clown.

"Hey~ I didn't do anything to him, relax." He raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender: "Just let Joanna lead him away."

He tried his best to make his smile look kind, but it couldn't, it just made people feel disgusted and frightened.

Ryan frowned, and quickly realized why the clown was here so quickly: "What did you promise Joanna and Andre?"

The clown shrugged nonchalantly: "Shouldn't you care about yourself first? My Prince." He has been asking about other people's affairs since he woke up.

Ryan raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

"Okay, okay, the content of your will was heard by your loyal old butler. Maybe he has a lot of dissatisfaction with you leaving all your inheritance to Bruce Wayne...so I gave him some money."

He pulled the sofa to the side of the hospital bed and sat down: "As for Joanna, she is just like his father, she wants you."

The clown shook his head seriously: "It seems that you don't quite understand the minds of your subordinates."

"The leisurely life has passed for too long, and it is inevitable that I will not be able to do what I want."

Ryan smiled, with an "I see" expression on his face, and looked a little sad.

"Really? I know you, Jordan."

The clown raised his eyebrows: "I thought their betrayal and the disintegration of your organization were planned by you yourself."

The smile on his lips widened: "At first, I couldn't figure out why my instigation went so smoothly. But, I suddenly thought, it's love!"

He widened his eyes wildly, as if he really admired Ryan.

"If you knew you were going to die, and knew you were going to die at the hands of Batman. It all made sense."

"You set traps, you engineer people, you drive your own organization. You deliberately let them know what they want, and then you throw those things away from them when they are about to get them."

"You let your organization completely collapse. In this way, even if someone takes revenge on Batman for you, there will only be a small force. Look at little George, he is not willing to betray you."

"Even your minions are on their own side, fighting each other for power. Completely forgetting that their worst enemy is Batman. You see, just like Maroney and Zas should have done. In this way, Batman cleans up the mess Soldiers come..."

The clown licked his lips: "It's much simpler."

"Oh!" The clown exclaimed as if he had suddenly thought of something, "And the leaders of other families who were massacred by you before. Do you still remember the unknown explosion in the hotel?"

He applauded loudly: "It's really affectionate, Jordan."

Ryan raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously: "So I just killed those who saw my face, so is there such a big other use?"

The clown sneered: "You better keep pretending. It seems that I don't know what you are holding that ridiculous list for."

He changed his voice: "But thanks to you, it made things more interesting."

He stretched his arms and closed his eyes with an expression of intoxication.Like God's most perfect saint.

Ryan didn't want to continue the topic of the clown, he wasn't a good person to talk to.

"What did you inject me with?" The tingling sensation from his neck made him frown uncomfortably.

The clown's exaggerated movements paused, and he turned to look at him: "It's just a little muscle relaxant." He laughed and said, "It won't affect your activities above the neck, and it won't affect my little plan~"

Ryan frowned: "What exactly do you want to do? Is it another game of choice?"

"No, no, no." The clown raised a finger and shook it: "I'm, I'm totally thinking about your happiness~Little Jordan~"

"I think of a place that is very, very, suitable for you."

The silver-white sports car in front brought Bruce into a hidden residential area in the suburbs. Bruce frowned and began to hesitate whether to continue chasing.

He was a little far away from the hospital, and a bad premonition gradually emerged in his heart.

He was still a little worried about Ryan, why did Joanna appear at Gotham Central Hospital?The time and place where she appeared were too ingenious, as if they were deliberately planned.

He was just about to give up and turn back, but the silver-white sports car in front of him suddenly stopped.The blond came down.

Bruce stopped the car.

There was a warm smile on her face, but it set off alarm bells in Bruce's mind.

She walked towards Bruce step by step and knocked on the car window: "We meet again, Mr. Wayne."

She was the most alluring kind of woman, with a smile that was alluring.But Bruce just looked at her with a frown, growing uneasy.

"Someone asked me to show you this." She handed over her mobile phone, which was playing a TV program, and the host Bruce was familiar with it.

This segment of the program is exactly the one where the clown calls, his maniacal laughter is sharp and piercing: "I'll blow up a hospital!"

Bruce's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly restarted the car and turned around.

"Mr. Wayne." Joanna, standing aside, curled her hair with interest: "Are you going to the hospital... or the TV station?"

That's an interesting question, would you do it for an average Gotham citizen who is clearly at stake?Or maybe there won't be any dangerous lovers?

But the dark blue Lamborghini galloped away, ignoring her intentions at all.

"It's really boring." Joanna shook her head amusedly: "I chased after me for so long just now, and now I turn around and leave. Man..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a police siren sounded in the distance.

Joanna's eyes widened, and she hurriedly sat back in the driver's seat of the sports car: "Damn it!"

"Master, what happened? Your phone has been disconnected just now." Ah Fu's anxious voice came through the headset.

Bruce glanced at the phone, and sure enough, he saw several missed calls: "Someone tampered with the equipment in the car, and I didn't see your phone." That's true, because he had previously notified the police with his mobile phone.

"Master, where are you? Take Mr. Black out of the hospital immediately."

"I know, I saw the TV show." Bruce raised the speed to the fastest: "But they led me away."

He kept thinking in his mind: "Find out if the detectives in Gordon have any family members who are hospitalized. They must protect Reese."

"Are you going to the hospital?" Ah Fu maintained communication with Bruce while operating the computer.

"They are for Ryan." Bruce said firmly: "I told him that I would always be by his side and accompany him."

His voice sounded full of guilt and anger: "He almost died, Fu. I thought I brought hope, but I almost, I almost killed him with that madman."

Ah Fu sighed, and comforted him: "Master, it's not your fault. Detective Gordon has organized the evacuation of the patients. Mr. Lane will be fine."

"I told him I'd be there for him," Bruce repeated, unable to believe what he'd done: "If something happened to him, I'd probably kill myself."

Afu was silent and did not speak.He had known that such a day would come, and his young master had brought hope and slapped the criminals in Gotham City.But at any time he would be immersed in the fear of losing the one person he loved the most.

This is the price.

"Southeast?" Gordon heard the loud explosion, an exaggerated steering drift, and the police car headed towards Gotham Central Hospital: "Have you evacuated everyone?"

"Cleared, but..." His subordinate hesitated.

"But what?" Gordon growled.

"We lost a car...maybe it was just a miscount." The subordinate hurriedly apologized, startled by his tone.

"Wrong count?" Gordon rubbed his temples: "Don't you have a list of patients in the hospital? Call them! Call them one by one!"

The dark blue Lamborghini stopped abruptly in front of the bombed building. After all, he was one step late: "Ah Fu, where are the patients being transferred? Help me get through to the police station! Quick!"

"Master..." Ah Fu sighed.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Wayne, but we have not found a patient who fits your description. Perhaps he has left on his own. It sounds like the patient you described is able to move freely..."

Bruce hung up the phone angrily: "How dare they? How dare they be so irresponsible!"

"No one wants to admit that they killed others because of their own negligence, master." Ah Fu continued to sigh: "I just asked Detective Gordon in the name of Batman."

He didn't know whether to break the news to Bruce, who was already on the verge of collapse:

"He told me they lost a bus."

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