I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Look who's here?" The Joker took two exaggerated steps forward, as if he was inadvertently stopped between Batman and Ryan, he took out the small red button tied to his wrist with an iron chain, and covered it Keeping Ryan's sight, he threatened in a low voice: "Pay attention to your own behavior."

"What do you want?" Batman's voice sounded deeper than usual, heavy with anger.

"Wait, wait!" Ryan raised his eyebrows and looked at Bruce: "Don't believe what he said! Don't let you..."

The clown turned around suddenly, helplessly stuffed the kerchief on the chest of the purple suit into his mouth, and very smoothly took out the adhesive tape from nowhere and stuck it on his mouth.

"Can't you be quiet?!"

Batman took a few steps forward, trying to stop him.

The clown held the button and threatened: "Back! Otherwise I'll press it now."

Batman gritted his teeth, paused, and raised his hands in an attempt to appease him.

"A little bit to the left." The clown laughed wildly, and turned to Ryan and said, "Look, baby, he really cares about you."

Batman took a step to the left as he said, there was a slight click from a small mechanism, and his good reflexes made him quickly roll to the right and dodge, a huge cage fell on the place where the clown asked him to stand .

But immediately, the place where he rolled was exploded, Batman grunted, and was shocked by the power of the bomb and rolled forward for a short distance.

"Hahahaha!" The clown rushed forward quickly, hitting Batman hard with his baton.

He waved it five or six times before turning his head and saying to Ryan as if thinking of something:

"Sorry, I can't stand his smug look." He threw away his baton and drew a dagger to Batman's Adam's apple.

"Now, let's get down to business."

He showed a sinister smile to Batman, and he shook the little button hanging on his hand: "Don't move around ~ otherwise..."

"It's me you want! Let him go!" growled Batman, not caring about the sharpness of his Adam's apple.

"Who said it's you that I want?" The clown showed a bewildered expression, not knowing where his illusion came from.

"I also want to start the game quickly."

"But before that, let's have the wedding first~" The clown smiled casually and freely, not caring at all what shocking words he said.

"Wedding?" Batman was stunned for a moment, he looked at Ryan at a loss, but Ryan just shook his head, telling him not to act rashly.

"Shhhhhh~" The Joker dragged Batman to the side seat that he had prepared a long time ago, next to Ryan.

The Joker wrapped the leather rope around his body a few times, wrapping Batman tightly.Then he took off the tape on Ryan's mouth.

He looked at his results with pleasure, straightened his Roman collar, then cleared his throat loudly, and put the Bible on the platform and opened it.

With his left hand resting on the Bible, he took out a gun with his right and placed it on the podium.Deliberately imitating the voice of a circus clown attracting the audience, weird and gorgeous: "Ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome to witness this holy wedding!"

Batman tilted his head back and found that the back seat was filled with the bodies of the hostages taken by the missing bus. He asked Ryan, "Are you okay? What the hell is going on?"

Ryan pushed out the wet kerchief with his tongue: "Well, it's okay, he injected me with muscle relaxants."

"We'll leave safely, trust me." Ryan looked up into Bruce's eyes and smiled reassuringly.

"That tiny..." A bullet was suddenly hit on the ground between the two, and the clown threatened with a smoking pistol.

"Keep quiet, newbies! Or I'll cut him off." He pointed at Lane.

"Or him." He pointed to Batman again: "The finger."

The two could only stop talking.

The clown snorted coldly, put down the gun, and continued to pray in a strange voice: "Lord, we came before you to witness and bless this pair of men and women who entered the hall of holy marriage... man."

"I command you to confess before the Lord any reason that hinders your union."

He turned to look at Ryan, raised the gun in his hand, pointed the black muzzle at Batman, and his twisted smile widened: "Ryan Black. Do you want this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him?"

"Whether he's a billionaire or Batman."

"Whatever the human experimentation program his father Thomas Wayne initiated has done to you."

"Whether his indifferent suspicion will cause you any harm or any other reason for any harm to you."

"Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and be loyal to him forever until the end of life?"

Ryan didn't have any expression fluctuations, his eyes were fixed on the pistol aimed at Bruce's head, as if the clown was talking about the weather forecast, not something else that would cause huge waves.

"Yes, IDo." He nodded.

"Human experiment? Pinewood Farm or Indian Hills?!" Batman stared at Ryan in disbelief, "What did they do to you?"

He couldn't believe that the truth hidden by Ryan was actually the Pine Forest Farm, the monster production base he tracked down when he was young.

The Indian Hill created by the philosopher Dr. Hugo has carried out many anti-human experiments, and even brought people back to life.

A bullet grazed Ryan's cheek, leaving a bloodstain, and the clown was dissatisfied: "Is it just unbearable like this? Bat?"

He aimed his gun at Ryan and looked at Batman: "Bruce Wayne. Do you want this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him?"

"Whether he is the person in power behind the heinous Gotham scene or the masked man who blocks bullets for you affectionately."

"Whether his father Bender Black sent murder to kill your parents."

"Or how much irreparable damage his plot has done to you and the city."

Batman's eyes widened, he could hardly believe what he heard.

Ryan had a calm expression on his face, but his body, which was no longer under his control, trembled so slightly that it was almost imperceptible, but told him that what the clown said was true.

Ryan should know this, but he didn't tell himself these things.

Why not?Did he think he was going to blame him for his father's mistakes?

He didn't have time to deal with the great shock and loss in his heart, Batman had only one thought in his mind.

Lane was different for him.

He has to give him support and encouragement.

"Or any other reason, to love him, to take care of him, to respect him, to accept him, to be faithful to him forever till the end of his life?"

Such thoughts flashed through his mind over and over again, so that he couldn't even see the clown, couldn't see anything, only one person remained in those cobalt blue eyes as deep as the ocean.

His gaze closely followed the thin lower lip with teeth clenched tightly, and the crimson pupils around the eyes that were getting closer to pink in color.

Bruce felt his heart was full of anger, why did he always take the responsibility on himself?

Bruce took a deep breath, slowed his voice as much as possible, and gently reassured: "Listen, Ryan, it wasn't your fault..."

The clown showed a helpless expression and interrupted him: "If you don't want to say..."

The Joker shrugged, "I can give him a shot for you, Batman."

"Yes! IDo." Batman roared unbearably.

Those bright red eyes never looked at him even once again, and the expression on Ryan's face was the same.

"Good boy." The clown smiled with satisfaction, holding his pistol, and walked down the podium step by step: "Next, let's go to my favorite part."

"Lane Black."

The Joker walked up to Batman and looked left and right: "Would you like to trade his... ummm for a bat ear in exchange for your mother's death?"

"Did you find it? I thought the policeman was dead long ago." Ryan's bright red eyes had lost focus, but he still found the clown's position accurately.

"Comeon, baby."

The clown dragged his tone boringly: "Can you guys abide by the rules of the game. I know you have been hunting for a long time, come on baby ~ just a little carbon fiber on his clothes and you can get the truth."

"Nope." Ryan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a little bit of canine teeth. It was a cold smile that Bruce had never seen before.

He pulled the corner of his lips and threatened: "You can try it, will I peel off your skin?"

The clown exaggeratedly threw away Bruce's hand, and patted himself on the chest with lingering fear: "If you don't allow it, don't allow it, why are you so angry?"

He whispered, then lifted Ryan's hair affectionately, and looked at Bruce with a smile: "Bruce Wayne..."

"No!" Batman interrupted without even listening to his chips.

What he is more worried about now is Ryan's state. From all angles, Ryan is too calm, and he has been avoiding his sight from beginning to end.

The clown frowned, and put a gun on Ryan's temple, his expression was ferocious: "I hate people interrupting me the most."

"Then I'm going to tell you!" he roared angrily.

"Little bat, are you wondering why the clues you used to track down Indian Hill when you were a child suddenly stopped?"

The corners of the clown's mouth grinned to the limit, and the terrible wound would open in the next second: "Because of this man."

He looked at Ryan with eyes like looking at the exquisite foie gras on the plate: "This man slaughtered the entire court of owls by himself."

"You must really want to ask what is the Court of Owls? It is the real culprit who supports the philosopher's experiment, and the real culprit who controls the entire Gotham behind it."

"From the day Gotham was built, they've been fighting with the bright side of Gotham - the Wayne family for control of the city, and they've killed many of the Wayne family members. The Court of Owls goes around 'adopting' orphans , and 'train' them into killers, they use metal with Dionysian factors to resurrect those corpses, and turn them into cold-blooded killers who are completely loyal to the court."

Batman's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice became a little dry, and out of some uneasiness, he asked, "Then why didn't they kill me?!"

"Dangdangdangdang! The main event is coming." The clown laughed exaggeratedly, grinning from the corner of his mouth to his ears, and said in a persuasive tone: "And this man was also resurrected once by the court of owls."

"He devoted himself to helping the Court of Owls spy on you, and assured you that Bruce Wayne didn't know any information about the Parliament, in exchange for the trouble that they would never take the initiative to find you."

"Jordan is a very good killer." The clown pinched Ryan's chin, stretched out his hand and caressed his cheek lovingly.

"Poor little thing, he's a son of Talon from the Court of Owls."

"Enough." Ryan's tone was calm, interrupting the clown's chatter.

"Are you impatient?" The clown let go of his hand, his face full of connivance: "Okay, let's talk about your mother."

"You should know that your parents were called by a Gotham City police officer who represents love and justice... Oh, I forgot to say."

The Joker turned to look at Batman with a very happy expression: "Bunde Black is the claw of the owl court. He was ordered by them, and he gained the trust of Thomas Wayne step by step, then betrayed Thomas, and then ordered the little Matches murdered your parents."

"Of course, you were on the list, Bruce Wayne."

Ryan's face was ashen, but he still tried his best to suppress the slight trembling on his body, evoking a faint smile.

Bender gained Thomas' trust, became his best friend, and finally betrayed him: "Just like Ryan Black is doing to you now." The clown grabbed Batman's neck with both hands: "Sooner or later he will Will betray you, he's not like you, Bruce Wayne. We're one of a kind."

"It's different from someone like you who will always be loved. We just need a lot of courage to live."

The clown laughed wildly, but his fragile throat finally couldn't take it anymore, coughed violently a few times, and threw Batman aside.

"Your father killed your mother, Ryan." He knelt down in front of Ryan devoutly: "My Prince, come back to me."

His smile spread unscrupulously in his eyes, the whole person seemed to have been injected with a dose of stimulant, and his voice was full of vitality and laughter.

If content aside, the tone was perfect for a campaign speech, where every word was encouraging.

Who made him look forward to this moment for a long time?

"Because you're a monster, like me."

Ryan closed his eyes, a faint smile still hung on the corner of his lips.

Doesn't anyone want to be a superhero?Save the world, save strangers who have nothing to do with you, and look at their grateful smiling faces.

It can also save itself.

But some people are born only to redeem their sins, and spend a gloomy life in accusations and self-doubt.