I haven't been a big brother for many years

What is he?

Bruce looked at his hands.

ghost?

Ryan went straight through him and stood up, gasping for breath, staggering towards the closet, which he pulled open to hide himself in.

"Lane?"

Bruce tried to pull the door, but he couldn't open it, and his arm slipped through the door.Bruce paused, closed his eyes, and walked straight into the closet.

There are many identical school uniforms and small suits of similar styles hanging in the huge wardrobe. There are no casual or cute clothes, which is not like a wardrobe that a child should have.

The little child huddled in a corner, his body trembling uncontrollably, whimpering from time to time so small that it was almost non-existent.

His eyelashes, wet with tears, shone slightly from the light coming through the slits.

Bruce tried to calm himself down, but couldn't restrain his trembling hands. He punched the cabinet hard and walked straight through the cabinet.

It reminds Bruce that there's nothing he can do, not even comfort the kid.

The sense of powerlessness has never been greater.

The trembling didn't last long, and after about an hour the child fell asleep, the allergies still showing in him, his eyebrows knit together.

But at least, he was much more comfortable than when he was awake.

Bruce sat next to him, the cloak meant to cover the kid, but passed through him and fell under him.Fortunately, it would be more comfortable to have something to lay on, Bruce thought bitterly.

……

No one stepped into the mansion, as if Ryan had been abandoned.

However, in the next second, when Bruce closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene changed and he was sitting in a car with a very majestic building outside.

Bruce turned his head and saw that Ryan, who was about ten years old, opened the car door quietly. He was wearing the same school uniform as before and carrying a black schoolbag.

His face is less childish than before, and the baby fat has also faded, but he is still a little thinner compared to his peers.

His hair was dyed black and curled softly.

There were many students outside, wearing the same school uniform as Ryan, and most of them got out of the luxury cars driven by their parents or housekeepers or their own.

Bruce turned his head to look at the building that should be a school. The name made of gold-studded cursive letters on it looks familiar, like some noble college in New York.

The school is indeed beautiful.

Bruce followed Ryan out of the car and looked around.

The school is surrounded by a huge artificial lake. From time to time, you can see swans or ducks, and there are scattered forests and flower beds that are not small in size.There are some art sculptures everywhere.

Bruce even saw the bright yellow school bus.

The school is as big as a small city.

This place should be far away from the teaching area. He saw Ryan take out the small fish-shaped skateboard from the trunk, then nodded to the butler, turned and left.

There was a sense of alienation in him that Bruce hadn't seen just now, and there was no emotion in his bright red pupils, just like a doll.

"Hey, Lay." A man who looked like a friend of Ryan ran over and grabbed his shoulders.Bruce noticed that Ryan was taller among his peers this time. Indeed, when he first met Ryan, that guy was half a head taller than him.

Ryan moved his body a little, and broke free with skill: "Stay away from me, Elijah." His red pupils just glanced away before moving away, as if he didn't like the contact of others very much.

Maybe not friends, Bruce frowned.

"Don't be so cold, buddy." The boy named Elijah patted him on the shoulder: "I don't know why Daphne likes a monster like you, she invited you to the party tonight, did you hear that? "

Ryan did not speak, put the fish board on the ground, stepped on the board with his right foot, kicked hard with his left foot, and quickly moved away from the boys around him.

After about five or six minutes, they arrived in the classroom.

The class seemed to have something to do with religion, and Bruce sat next to Ryan and watched him pull out a Bible.

The students of different ages who came in one after another also made Bruce confirm this conjecture. This is an elective course.

"Because you traded a lot, you were filled with violence and sinned, so I drove you out of the mountain of God because you desecrated the holy place. O cherubim that cover the ark, I have taken you out of the fiery gem eradicated."

The old professor who taught was gray-haired, wearing an expensive suit with a Roman collar around his neck.His voice was low and unreasonably calming.

"Sorry, teacher." A boy interrupted the teacher's lecture: "What does the devil look like?" He asked, turning his head to look at Ryan who was sitting in the back of the classroom.

This is an obvious provocation.

The students in the classroom laughed softly because of his question, and they were all used to giving such silly jokes their irrelevant eyes and happy smiles.

Ryan calmly pulled out a small notebook, turned over the last page with words written on it, and the pen tip landed on the first letter of the last line, as if waiting for something.

Perhaps the teacher who is a priest quietly looked at the boy who raised his hand and stood up, but did not give the answer Ryan wanted: "Heretical."

"A demon that tempts people to commit crimes."

"He who sins belongs to the devil, for the devil has sinned from the beginning."

"I understand." The boy nodded pretendingly, "It means he committed a crime from birth."

Small discussions and laughter came from the classroom.

The teacher on the podium seemed to realize something, and frowned: "Be quiet, God loves everyone, and the Lord is willing to accept everyone."

Ryan lowered his eyes and crossed out words with the tip of his pen.

Bruce saw that the word was theology.

He was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

How did he grow up in such an environment?Bruce thought of the smile he'd always had on his face, but he'd never seen the kid smile before.

There were bursts of dull pain in his heart, and for a moment, he seemed to understand Ryan's hesitation, hesitation, his capriciousness, and his "unworthy to like".

His world is dark.

Compared with words, the damage of sticks is so weak.

He couldn't help feeling sorry for the child, but he couldn't do anything.Those whispers are like sharp knives:

"Monsters are born."

"monster"

"He's the devil."

"Only monsters have red eyes."

"monster."

"monster."

"monster."

Blood dripping from the young heart.

Bruce felt his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't know how he followed the unmoved child back home.

This time, he saw the owner of the house.

Bendel Black sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples wearily.

The court of owls ordered him to get close to Thomas Wayne again, but how could it be so easy to make friends in business?

The biggest failure in his life was marrying that woman. Not only did he not get any benefits from Stark, but it also caused the court of owls to doubt him.

Maybe he once had even a little bit of love for that crazy woman, but it's all gone now.What's more, she gave him an albino son.

So even though he saw the figure at the door, he didn't speak, but closed his eyes, not wanting to see his son.

But the child's footsteps gradually moved away, but stopped:

"Father."

he called softly.

Bender put down his hands helplessly, opened his eyes and looked at his son, he looked so much like that woman, only his eyes were outlined like him.However, those eyes are still an ominous scarlet color, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they see them.

"What's the matter?" He frowned calmly.

"...Am I a monster?" Ryan lowered his head, staring at his leather shoes, which were covered with dust.

"..." Bandle paused, a strange pleasure suddenly appeared in his heart.

"do not you?"

he heard himself say.

The blood in his whole body seemed to freeze in an instant, Ryan buried his head deeply, he hadn't felt sore nose for a long time.

But this time, his eyes were red almost instantly, and a tear fell on the tip of his shoe.

"You will never be able to escape." Bender smiled happily. They will always be the tools of the court, the sharp claws of the court: "Dirty blood flows in your veins."

"You're more of a monster than I am, my boy."

……

They eventually came to a party that a girl named Daphne invited Ryan to, and Bruce walked over and took Ryan's hand, even though his hand passed through Ryan's hand, but he insisted on pretending to hold it.

Unfortunately, it was a masquerade, and no one informed him of it.

"Oh, Lai, here he is." Bruce saw the child named Elijah take off his mask in the morning, and excitedly said to his companion, "He really looks like a monster, doesn't he, Daphne?"

The masked girl dressed as an angel frowned and waved her hands in disgust: "Damn it, who invited him here?"

"He thought our queen would like him, interesting." Elijah waved his hand.

Bruce could hardly restrain his anger, but Ryan looked extremely calm. He slowly folded his small suit jacket and put it on the ground, walking steadily towards the group of children step by step.

"You have called me a monster for a long time." His tone was very calm, and there was no joy or sadness in his scarlet eyes.

"I don't do something worthy of my name, isn't it worth it?" He grabbed Elijah's hand, and threw the noisy child who was half a head lower than him to the ground with a beautiful overhand throw. The standard is as standardized as a textbook.

The children around screamed and screamed, and the parents who were talking in the room ran out immediately.

……

The picture in front of Bruce changed again. He was sitting on the plane with the Ryan family. He was still immersed in the scene he saw just now, marveling. He didn't even know that Ryan would have that side.

Very relieved.

At least after doing something like that, Ryan may live a little better, or it may be worse.

He looked up at Ryan's side face, but was taken aback by the scenery outside the window.

The scenery here is very familiar to him, this is the Gotham Central Airport more than ten years ago.