I haven't been a big brother for many years

The dazzling fire light quickly subsided, revealing a spherical mask-like object glowing with faint blue light.

It looks like light projected by 3D, as if touching it with a finger or something else, the light will be distorted and poured elsewhere.

The white-haired man stood in the center of the mask, the blue light made his complexion paler, and the scarlet eyes turned into the purest black under the light.

Wearing a hospital gown, he stepped on the ground with bare feet, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed with a natural smile, looking at the embarrassing person in front of him.

The clown's suit has been torn by broken glass, and there are several cuts on his face and hands.The close distance when the bomb was thrown also caused his strange green hair to be scorched a lot, and the suit was also covered with a layer of gray.

He widened his eyes and quickly sneered again: "These nasty things again? Where is your little boyfriend?" He raised his gun with an unnatural expression and aimed it at Ryan's head.

"So what if you know where he went?" Ryan straightened his collar slowly and took a step forward.

The faint blue light shield shattered the scattered glass fragments and detonators on the ground it touched into powder.

"Oh..." The clown stared at the mask, and then looked at his pistol: "Then I guess my bullets can't break through this thing, after all, it can even block the explosion, don't you think so?"

"It's a pity that the little bat could have seen what kind of person you really are."

He spread his hands helplessly, threw away the pistol, and quietly stepped back a little distance: "What is that green light? A portal?"

"He already knew who I was."

Ryan raised his eyebrows, showing a rare expression that could be called a joke: "God, is the clown afraid? Are you trying to escape?"

"of course not!"

The clown rolled his eyes: "I see, this thing that looks like something out of a sci-fi movie will destroy everything except you, right? So you sent your little boyfriend away."

Ryan just looked at him quietly without moving.

The clown sighed pretentiously: "Listen Ryan, I don't mean to kill you at all, just a little muscle relaxant, you know..."

"Wait!" He laughed in surprise: "This is impossible? You already knew that I would bribe your old housekeeper."

"Oh, poor clown."

Ryan raised his eyebrows, imitating the clown's tone: "You told me that he is my loyal butler."

"Impossible, you haven't notified him of any news, he's always been by my side!" The clown stared, denying that he was even a step behind.

"really?"

Ryan took two steps forward, and the light shield turned everything covered by him into dust: "Didn't I call him under your nose?"

The clown hurriedly took two steps back: "The phone...but he turned on the speakerphone...wow!"

He finally remembered: "You said that doctor, but you are in the hospital, why do you need a doctor? What is that code!"

"That's not it."

Ryan smiled: "The only doctor that old Andre knew was George. I was surprised that George actually found a doctor to cover up. He was also very smart to think of what doctor I need in the hospital? Private psychiatrist."

"Then, I got it. I thought it was bought with 20 billion, the old butler's muscle relaxant." The clown explained to him word for word, and laughed exaggeratedly.

Ryan also raised his eyebrows: "I thought you should have figured it out with your head. It is impossible to have a relaxant that won't affect the facial muscles."

The clown sneered: "You really make me miss you, you never need a plan B, you always have everything in your hands, Your Highness."

"Don't call me that again." Ryan rubbed the pinhole on his neck.

"For some reason, George's bottled saline always makes my stomach a little sick."

He lightly tapped the silver ball in his hand twice, sighed, and said in an unreadable voice: "Thank you."

The blue light screen disappeared into the air in an instant.

The clown stood there and looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

A mild smile appeared on his face: "Next time, I will kill you and your little boyfriend."

"I know." Ryan sighed and fumbled for the ring on his finger: "So you probably will never come out of Arkham again."

"No! Are you going to lock me back there?" The clown exaggeratedly exclaimed: "You are not infected with a bat virus, are you? I thought you were going to kill me."

Ryan ignored his yelling and tapped the bright red gemstone on the ring. The compressed air contained bullet-like energy and shot at the clown's knee, causing him to scream and fall to the ground.

It's just that he didn't know if it was the clown's illusion, he saw a little red light emerging from the ring.

"I have another problem to deal with, and he's coming." Ryan turned around, quietly watching the fluorescent green light reappear in the air.

……

Bruce, still wearing the Batman suit, turned around, looked at the kid in surprise, and said uncertainly, "...Lane?"

But no one responded to him.

The little leather shoes made a crisp, pleasant clicking sound on the wooden floor.

But only footsteps.

The white-haired child with obvious albinism half-closed his eyelashes, and his beautiful crimson eyes were inlaid on his pale cheeks, like huge pigeon blood rubies.

Eyelashes shimmering with metallic light are somewhat long, casting a small shadow on the lower eyelid.The small nose is very upturned, and one can vaguely see the shape of the future.

He was a very beautiful child, but now his eye sockets were red, and his pink lips were stained with a little blood. He bit his lower lip hard, restraining himself from crying out of hopelessness.

He took off the school uniform jacket which was full of scratches, ink stains and dust, revealing the shirt inside and the note with "monster" on the back.

It wasn't until Bruce noticed that he wasn't carrying a schoolbag, and there were obvious abrasions on his exposed knees.

Bruce froze for a moment, looking at the child who looked only seven or eight years old, who might have just started primary school, held back his tears, and threw the coat into a ball into the trash can.

He is well aware of this kind of school violence, having suffered some after his parents passed away.But he didn't think that Ryan had suffered from this too. He remembered that when he met Ryan in his teens, he was a very sunny child.

Not at all like a kid who would go through these things.

He followed Ryan into the bathroom, watched as he washed himself clean, then treated the wound himself, threw away all his clothes, and then walked into the study as if nothing had happened.

Bruce didn't see anyone else in the villa during this time, and he was sure Ryan couldn't see or hear him.

But Ryan seemed to be used to it. Bruce sat on the sofa opposite Ryan, watching the child quietly sitting on the sofa in the study and flipping the pages of the book.

He has taken care of everything, and there is no sign of being bullied at all on the outside.His lips have been tightly pressed, flipping Thoreau's "Walden".

Bruce was very puzzled how a child of this age could possibly know those uncommon words, not to mention the philosophy that is difficult to understand even for adults.

Bruce frowned, looking up at the ornate vintage wall clock that was already marking nine.

There was no one in the house, except for the book lamp in front of him, it was as silent as a haunted house.

Where are his parents?Bruce remembered that Ryan's parents loved the child very much, maybe something happened to them temporarily?

The child in front of him finally frowned. He put down the book he had read most of, and stood up.

Bruce stood up too, walking unhurriedly behind him, probably hungry, Bruce guessed.

Sure enough, Ryan walked into the kitchen, found the refrigerator, then stood on the stool with difficulty, and opened the door of the refrigerator, which was too heavy for him.

There are things in the refrigerator that are not proportional to his efforts. There are very few things in it. Indeed, not all wealthy families will have as much food as Alfred used to make himself like Wayne Manor.

Most of them have their own nutritionist, and the nutritionist usually informs the housekeeper of the estate to collect as fresh ingredients as possible to make food instead of hoarding anything in the refrigerator.

There were only a few raw eggs in the fridge, a bag of toast, a bottle of peanut butter, and raw, peeled potatoes.

It looked like the ingredients had just been processed one time, and they hadn't had time to cook, and they had forgotten to throw them away.

Bruce saw Ryan's eyes turn, and stopped at the toast that should have been in the cupboard.

But everything was placed too high, even Ryan standing on the stool.

The little child stood on tiptoe, raised his arms higher than himself on the bench and the height of the toast, sighed quite maturely, and stretched out his hand to the peanut butter that he could barely touch.

Bruce's heart suddenly became heavy.

He vaguely remembered Ryan's mother, Angelia Black, who seemed to have mentioned to Afu that she was allergic to peanuts when she was a guest at Wayne Manor, maybe that's why these ingredients were left over.

But she didn't mention that Ryan was also allergic to peanuts, and Bruce tried to remember the scene, frowning all the time, and he couldn't remember much about the events before his parents passed away.

He watched Ryan open the bottle. The peanut butter didn't look like it was bought from a supermarket outside, but it was handmade, and it smelled good.

Bruce tried to persuade himself to be relieved, maybe he just remembered wrongly?Mrs. Black didn't mention her peanut allergy?

He leaned back quietly, watching Ryan finish what was almost a bottle of peanut butter, looking very hungry.

Bruce watches him sink into flashbacks, and he's sure Ryan never mentioned what his childhood was like, and he thinks it's only after his parents died that his psyche went wrong because of something in Gotham.

However, judging from Ryan's performance now, I'm afraid this is not the first time such a common expression has happened.

Lane carefully put the peanut butter back in its place and jumped off the stool, pulling at the bruise on his knee.

But he only changed his expression a little, and then he started to restore the kitchen arrangement without incident, and then Bruce followed him, watching him start to wash, change into pajamas, and tuck himself into bed at ten o'clock on time.

Bruce turned and walked to the windowsill, looking out the window.He finally had time to think about what happened to him. All he knew was the very familiar silver ball held by Ryan.

He spread out the palm he had been holding, and carefully looked at the small ball. The surface of the ball, which was only the size of a knuckle, was not smooth, it was even very old, and the surface had been covered with a lot of black silver sulfide.

It no longer has the appearance of metal, nor the luster it should have.But a few shallow nicks are still faintly visible.

He remembered that this small ball had been held by Ryan all the time, how could it run into his hands?

Bruce can be sure that this is a metal object made of silver that he personally engraved a few letters on.

He remembered that he had given it to Llane, and he was sure it couldn't possibly have the power to travel through time.

But it is true, here is Lane as a child.

Although he can't be sure whether he is in his own world, or some other parallel world, and he doesn't know what he should do.

But he remembered Lane's words: Take me back.

but?

how?

He frowned, thinking quietly, and the voices that had disappeared due to thinking reappeared in his ears, and they were some subtle and hasty voices.Bruce reacted for a moment, then turned around abruptly.

That's the sound of shortness of breath caused by allergies.

The child on the bed clenched his collar uncomfortably, but he struggled to get up from the bed.

Bruce anxiously wanted to hug him back to the bed, but watched helplessly as his hand passed through his body, and the severed place glowed with green light.

Horrified in his heart, he withdrew his hand and found that his hand was intact.

He squeezed his arm in disbelief, and he could indeed feel the warm touch, and his hand didn't turn into green light anymore.

So he stretched out his hand and tried to stop Ryan from getting out of bed again, but once again, his hand passed through Ryan's body, and the color of the junction was still full of green light.

The author has something to say:

Well, the ball became two.

Lord Ugly was deceived by Ryan. As mentioned earlier, Ryan can be sure that only one of the three people betrayed him.

So the old Andre's part was planned long ago and made for others to see.

It wasn't Ryan who called Uncle Pull, but George felt that he should find a psychiatrist to fool the clown, so he called Uncle Pull.

Iron Man also mentioned before the photomask, the principle is based on offense and defense, and the owner can be identified by temperature, but there is a disadvantage that it can only be used by one person, and it will pulverize everything except the bound owner. , is also another reason why Ryan sent the master away.

I don't want to abuse him either, but the tragedy of childhood is the reason why Ryan developed this character. He is not sick as he said, but has a wrong view of love and a lot of guilt towards the master.

Ryan just can't see the master temporarily, and he will later.

Love the little angels ^ω^