I haven't been a big brother for many years

The Joker looked at Ryan expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

But his reaction disappointed the clown.

Ryan just frowned slightly, then quickly let go

Anxiety, anxiety, annoyance, guilt, fear

Any emotion the clown could think of was absent from that handsome face.

He was like a child who grew up overnight, restraining all his outward emotions and putting on a mask.

It seems that the expression on his face now is the real him.

Lazily like a big cat, licking the sharp claws he had just retracted, his expression was full of indifference to the prey.

He chuckled: "Are you finished?"

As if everything the clown did was nothing but a farce.

"Perhaps it would have been better if you had said those words earlier, even if you said them to me yesterday. I would have panicked like a crab when a rock was thrown off my head."

"But I figured it out. Clown."

"I was told ten years ago that I'm not a monster."

His crimson eyes stare straight at a bewildered Bruce.

"But at the last moment, stupid me, I knew he wasn't being polite."

"I'm sick."

"I also hope that I am a star and can bring hope to others. But I am not."

"I'm tired just living on my own."

"I have no hope either."

There are dots of real smiles on his face, and his voice is deep and elegant like a cello.

The eyes are full of affection and tenderness like a pool of water.

"But I have an obsession."

The clown laughed unceremoniously, with a bit of sarcasm: "Oh, God! Don't tell me your obsession is that you love him. I've had enough of such cliche TV drama plots."

"No." Ryan shook his head amusedly, but he was not so noble and pure.

"I want you." Those bright red pupils, full of sin and blood, stared into Bruce's eyes without blinking.

He and he are two extremes.

Bruce represents justice, he was born for the truth, and his existence is to save.

His cobalt blue eyes are pure and flawless, as if they can wash away all the evils in the world.

He is light.

And him, Ryan smiled, he is not worthy of liking such a person, nor is he worthy of Bruce's liking.

But what does that matter?

There is nothing to be afraid of, we are all born to seek the light.

He thought of many, many things in an instant, Bruce's connivance to him.He is always helpless, always doubting, always forgiving, always willing to open his arms to embrace him.

He remembered asking the kid with the cobalt blue eyes when he was younger, "Do you think I'm a monster?"

The answers he got from everyone were the same.

But the child thought about it for a long time, and asked, "What do you think a monster is?"

He was stopped by this question, he hesitated for a moment, and replied vaguely: "Probably something bad."

"You are fine." The little child smiled, his beautiful blue eyes were like crystal balls full of magic, and bright red fireworks lit up little by little: "But you are different."

"Isn't something different from a monster?" The fire in those bright red eyes dimmed again.

"Lane."

He shook his head pretending to be serious, beckoned, and asked Ryan to turn sideways and get closer to his ear, and he wanted to tell him a secret.

The shallow breath sprayed against his ears, and the angel-like child pretended to be mysterious in his ears: "Do you know what is another saying that is different?"

"It's a treasure, a unique treasure."

In an instant, he knew that what he had been looking for was this person.

Those bright red pupils showed a warm smile at this moment: "Bruce."

"I can't help but want to be close to you."

"But I'm a trouble."

I'm in deep trouble, my emotions are unpleasant, I have a lot of negativity.

I will always be defeated by these negative emotions, and the more I struggle in a swamp, the more I sink.

"I've done a lot of wrong things, and it may be too late to start righting it now."

"I am a heinous criminal."

Bruce held his breath, and he could feel the imperceptible tremor in Ryan's voice caused by the slight tension under Ryan's calm and confident expression.

"So? Are you willing to..." Ryan paused, and he took a deep breath

"Are you willing to imprison me for the rest of your life? I will make a good correction, in the life sentence for your crime."

And I love you, just want to immerse you in my swamp, but hope you save me.

The hardest corner of Bruce's heart seemed to be bitten by Ryan, revealing the softness hidden under it.

He spoke in Batman's deep and hoarse voice, but it made people feel tender and nostalgic for no reason: "Yes, IDo."

"Enough!" shouted the clown impatiently.

"Do you feel happy? Are you happy?!" He roared in disbelief.

He never expected Ryan's indifference, so that such a major mistake made him eat a bite of dog food.

The clown picked up the dagger and pressed it against Ryan's lips: "Are you laughing at me? Poor clown, oh, look at him, he really thought there would be monsters like him in the world! Ha!"

His voice suddenly became eerie: "Do you know how these scars on my face came from?"

He pointed to the scar on his lip that stretched to the base of his ear.

"I once loved a girl so deeply!"

He roared loudly: "We are so in love! We held the wedding in the church, and our parents and friends were all sitting in the audience looking at us and blessing us."

He raised his hand and pointed to the corpse sitting under the stage, and the dagger held in the other hand still did not leave Ryan's cheek.

He completely ignored Batman's angry roar, almost going crazy: "At this moment she suddenly laughed, and everyone in the audience also laughed."

"She said 'my poor clown.' She kept laughing, 'I just wanted to let people know how stupid you are! Do you really think I love you?' Everyone in the audience was laughing."

"I stood on the stage in a daze, at a loss. I kept calling her name, and couldn't believe that our wedding was just a joke they directed."

His dagger drew a light bloodstain on the corner of Ryan's lips: "But she still smiled: 'Why are you so serious?' So..."

He rubbed his thumb repeatedly on Lane's pale face, knowing that his pale face was abnormally red: "So I killed her and left these scars on my face."

"I figured it out." His expression was crying rather than laughing:

"Why so serious?"

Instead of cutting Lane's cheek with the dagger, he threw the dagger aside: "Let's start game time, I really like this game, little Lane."

"Choose one?" Ryan was not frightened by his madness at all, but raised his eyebrows habitually.

"Don't think you know me well! Choose two out of three!"

He roared angrily, and laughed nervously in the next second: "But the gameplay is different, the choice is yours, little Ryan."

"Since you love each other so deeply."

The rope on Batman's body has been loosened a lot by his tiny movements. He frowned, trying to attract the Joker's attention to him: "What do you want to prove? Is everyone as ugly as you? You are alone .”

He doesn't know what the Joker's game of two is, but he will never let the one he cherishes get hurt in the slightest.

The clown was really irritated by his words: "Very well, you are all well."

He picked up the black wide tape to cover Ryan's lips again, and glued the glasses on Batman's helmet again: "Little Ryan can't talk, so to be fair, I will cover your eyes."

"I heard that the tacit understanding between lovers is unparalleled. So the name of my game is..."

"There is a tacit understanding."

He put the stun gun on the struggling Batman's shoulder: "You'd better participate in the game obediently, otherwise I won't be sure to press any button that I don't know where your eyes can't see."

Batman stopped struggling immediately, he didn't forget the miniature bomb buried in Ryan's neck by the clown.

"Good boy."

He straightened the collar of his purple suit jacket, raised his eyebrows and smiled with interest: "Now the lives of both of you and Gotham are in my hands.

Of course, one of you doesn't have to play my game, and I'll let you live, but the other two, your loved one and Gotham, aren't so lucky.

At least your participation in the game will give you a chance to choose, won't it? "

Batman took a deep breath.

"The rules of the game are like this, when I say the game starts, Little Ryan blinks first.

Within ten seconds, if he blinks, it means he agrees with the little bat's choice, and if he doesn't blink, it means he disagrees. "

"Next, the little bat will choose a name from Ryan, Batman, and Gotham.

If the chosen name is approved by Little Ryan's initial wink, then it's safe!do you understand?

Of course, before Batman speaks, I will not tell the little bat whether Ryan chooses to agree or not. "

Batman couldn't see the Joker's smile, but he could hear the smugness in the Joker's voice.

He gritted his teeth: "You can't..."

"Oh, what can I not do?" The Joker turned on the switch of the stun gun. In an instant, the excessive voltage quickly flowed through Batman's body, and he could hardly restrain himself from screaming.

"Now." The clown ignored his situation, and casually created a shape for the messy hair: "The game begins."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven...three, two, one." After his words fell, a female voice rang out, the female voice was choked, and deep fear was hidden in it.

Instead of counting the time himself, the Joker plays a recording on purpose, and Batman realizes almost immediately that it's Rachel's voice.

It distracted him from trying to concentrate.

"What did you do to her?!"

"Hush~" The clown laughed loudly, "It's your turn, little Batman. Asking other questions will be regarded as abstention~"

Batman gritted his teeth, thinking quickly, he couldn't tell what Ryan had chosen from the clown's reaction.

He tried to think from Ryan's point of view, if it was Ryan, which of the three options would he choose?

Ryan doesn't take Gotham seriously. The city doesn't give him a good impression. Instead, it's the source of his pain, the place where his nightmares began.

So Ryan is bound to choose himself and Batman.

So in Ryan's mind, what will Batman choose first?He has only two options, Ryan and Gotham.

But he's Bruce Wayne first, then Batman.

This kind of game is actually sorting three things in order of importance, so what is the most important in his mind?Bruce thought.

What would Ryan have thought he had chosen?Bruce's breath became short of breath, what did Ryan think was the most important thing in his heart?

What is the most important thing in Batman's mind?

Gotham!

He will choose not to agree!

Bruce throws out his answer in a restrained, calm voice: "Batman."

The clown grinned his lips, and his wide eyes were full of crazy obsession: "Dang, clang! What's Ryan's answer? Agree!!"

A great panic swept over.

The author has something to say:

Well, that's right, I'm going to make the master compare the importance of Gotham and Xiao Lai in my heart.

part of the inner monologue comes from

Because I love you, I often want to apologize to you.My love is heavy and filthy, with many unpleasant things in it, such as sadness, sorrow, self-pity, despair, and my heart is so fragile.I am always defeated by these negative emotions, as if I am struggling in a swamp and sinking.And I love you, just want to drag you in, but hope you save me.

——Shenjichuan

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