I haven't been a big brother for many years

Maybe everyone has a time that is not perfect. Those sufferings torture us and make us stronger and have the courage to face the future.

But what if people who never had hope suddenly saw light?

……

Ryan looked at the parents in front of him quietly.

He's going to study here for three months, in Gotham, a place he's never been to.

It didn't matter to him, anyway, he didn't have any friends to say goodbye to, and he didn't have to worry about the transfer procedures.

On the contrary, his parents were a little abnormal about his state.

His mother was still the same, but his father cared a little too much for him.

"They have a child who is about your age, you have to behave well, you know?" Bender looked at the child in front of him happily, and his silver-white hair was pleasing to the eye.

"You must become good friends with him."

He looks happy that he's back in Gotham this time, and once he's done his job perfectly, he'll be back at the Court of Owls.

Mother Angelia stroked his hair gently, but all her attention was focused on the man who was speaking: "Listen to your father, okay? Baby."

Ryan nodded obediently, he remembered.

"Being friends with him? I see."

……

After all, Gotham is not as good as New York, and there are only a few planes taking off at the airport occasionally, so the Wayne couple decided to pick up the plane in person to show their importance to this partnership.

The Black family picked a good time to come. Midsummer has just passed, and Gotham has just ushered in autumn.The weather is neither too hot nor too cold, and it is not yet the time for criminals to be active.

Thomas Wayne held Bender's hand cordially, and the two hugged each other. He was very happy to have further cordial exchanges with his partner in New York.

The two ladies also nodded to each other, and Mrs. Martha Wayne exclaimed: "Is this Ryan?"

She touched Ryan's head lovingly: "The little guy is really tall."

"He prefers to drink milk." Angelia patted Ryan's shoulder gently: "Children are a little scared of strangers."

Ryan nodded slightly at Martha Wayne, but did not speak.

Martha winked at him. "Oh, it's okay. We have a kid your age too..."

Thomas Wayne, who had finished the pleasantries, interrupted suddenly: "Bruce, you will definitely like him."

"Yes." Bender emphasized: "You will become very good friends."

Ryan lowered his head, and he vaguely saw a vague black shadow standing next to Mr. Thomas Wayne. After they got off the plane, this shadow became bigger and bigger.

However, his eyes glanced at the four adults in front of him, and their expressions didn't change much.

They couldn't see, Ryan frowned, but he had no intention of telling them either.

Adults are too hypocritical and peers are too mean.

The "Bruce" they said didn't arouse any interest in him.

He just needs to be a quiet bystander.

Their butler Curtis also got off the small plane. Although they should spend the night in Wayne Manor when they visit Gotham this time, it would be more convenient to bring the butler with them. Perhaps, they will stay in Gotham and never leave .

"Bruce should be leaving school soon." Thomas glanced at his watch: "Let's go back to the manor first."

He turned his head to meet Ryan's gaze, and showed a friendly smile: "Tomorrow you can go to school with him."

Lane nodded.

Soon, he saw the "Bruce" they called.

That should be a very good child. Ryan's eyes shifted from his delicate facial features to the well-fitting custom-made school uniform, then to the schoolbag in the hands of the housekeeper following him, and then hurriedly glanced at his hair color and pupil color .

Then he looked away calmly.

Not his kind.

Ryan turned his attention to the bigger black shadow again. This thing that he couldn't find any scientific principle to explain aroused his curiosity more than the pampered young master.

He completely ignores Bruce, pretending not to know that this is the person his father said he was asking him to be his friend.

Batman was keenly aware of Ryan's sight, and subconsciously waved his hand, but there was still a blurry black shadow in front of Ryan.

Bruce had obviously seen his parents and the strange guest next to him. The 12-year-old put on a polite smile and walked over.

"Dad, Mom." He greeted his parents first, and then turned to look at the guests: "You must be Uncle Bender and Ms. Anjie. Welcome to Wayne Manor."

Obviously, even if he is only 12 years old, he is already a qualified owner of Wayne Manor in terms of etiquette.

Bruce turned to look at Ryan, and said enthusiastically, "Are you Ryan?"

Just like his parents, he didn't show any strangeness to Ryan's difference, but completely regarded him as an ordinary normal person.

Seeing Ryan nodded, he greeted warmly again: "It's still a while before dinner starts, maybe you can visit my room?"

He scanned the six adults present to confirm that they had no objections.Then, the warm blue eyes looked at Ryan without blinking, waiting for his answer.

"...Okay." Ryan completely forgot his own thoughts a few seconds ago, and he froze for a while.He had never seen such beautiful blue eyes, as beautiful as the Danube, and the faint mist was like the light smoke hanging over the Danube.

Batman was also stunned when he saw the look on Ryan's face, but he vaguely recalled this incident.

But Ryan's expression is like the expression of a person who has lived in a closed space for the first time when he sees the vast starry sky.

Not to be amazed, but to be in a trance and a little unbelievable.It's like wondering, how can there be such a scene in this world.

But that expression only existed for a short moment, as if it had never appeared before.Ryan's face is still as expressionless as a delicate rag doll in the window.

As if what he saw was just an illusion.

Bruce showed a sincere smile, took Ryan's hand, and as he led him into the Wayne mansion, he turned to look at Alfred: "Ah Fu, can you send some pastries and juice to my room?"

"Of course, master." Alfred replied.

Martha shook her head with a smile, and reminded: "Don't eat too much, dear. It will make you two miss the next big dinner."

"Of course." Bruce turned to look at Ryan: "Do you like some sports car models?"

The students in the school are somewhat separated by his billionaire parents, and he can't wait to share his little hobby with his friends.

"Actually..." Ryan's voice was a very clear, juvenile voice, which sounded very comfortable, but he didn't speak often.

He looked at the black figure following Bruce, and felt some doubts in his heart, but he quickly looked away, lowered his head slightly, and moved his gaze back to the eyes of the young man in front of him.

It is said in the book that if you look someone directly in the eye when you speak, it is respect for him.

He did so subconsciously.

Maybe even if he doesn't admit it on the face, he still hopes to be recognized by others and get a friend.

"I'm quite interested." Of course he wasn't interested at all. In fact, he had only seen those beautiful car models on the computer.

"Great! You're going to like them." Bruce raised his eyebrows and was very happy that the two had common interests.

Bruce quickened his pace a little, almost trotting towards his room.As he walked, he continued to ask: "What else do you like? Maybe we will have many hobbies!"

"me?"

I have nothing to like.Ryan wanted to answer in this way, but suddenly swallowed the words on his lips. After thinking for a while, he found that he really didn't seem to have anything he liked, and finally threw out an answer hesitantly: "...books?"

Bruceton stopped, and this action made Ryan nervous.

Is this answer really wrong?Is he going to screw things up again?

But the owner of those bright eyes turned back and smiled: "Sure enough, I knew we would become good friends with the same hobbies."

Ryan subconsciously responded with a faint smile, but he quickly realized his behavior and immediately retracted the arc.

Bruce stretched out his index finger to press the corner of his mouth, and Ryan looked at him blankly.

Those blue eyes were full of tenderness.Clean and transparent as if it can wash away all dust and unpleasant mood.

Ryan stared into those eyes, completely forgetting that he didn't like to be in contact with others, but he no longer remembered that he should have avoided such an action.

Because of those eyes, he thought.

He had seen statues of the Virgin Mary, but she must not have eyes like those that could save him with just one look.

"You look beautiful when you smile." He heard the person who was close in front of him sigh, and the childish voice was full of laughter: "Why don't you smile more?"

Happiness seemed to surround him, as if this person would never have pain and sorrow.Ryan thought suddenly.

He turned his head slightly, avoiding Bruce's movements: "How can there be so many things to laugh at?"

"Are those things worth your frowning?" Bruce seemed puzzled.

worth it.

Because I am a monster.

"Do you think I'm a monster?" He lowered his eyes and looked at Bruce quietly.

"What is the monster?" Bruce asked him like this, which was different from the answer he thought of. Of course he knew that Bruce knew, but his non-answer really raised a strange expectation in Ryan's heart.

"Probably something bad." He heard his own voice reply.

"But you're fine."

Bruce grinned.

"It's just that you're different."

He finally mentioned that I was a heretic.Ryan sneered in his heart. He tried his best to comfort himself not to trust others, but this was still a little disappointing.

The crimson eyes dimmed, and there was a little water vapor.

It's like a little milk dog who has been wronged.

Bruce was taken aback by the thought that came to his mind.

"Isn't something different from a monster?" Ryan tried to hide his emotions.

"Ryan." Bruce sighed.

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

The shallow breath sprayed against his ears, which made him a little unbearable: "Do you know what is another word for being different?"

Ryan heard Bruce's slight smile inadvertently mixed in his words.

"It's a treasure, a unique treasure." Ryan's pupils suddenly widened.

"If there's nothing worth laughing about, what do you think of me?" Those cobalt blue eyes melted like thousands of years of snow on Mount Kilimanjaro in an instant.

Ryan suddenly thought of the answer to that question. If a person who was born in despair suddenly saw a glimmer of hope one day, what would he do?

Even if it is a trap, it is poison.

He is also happy.

……

Batman stood aside, crossed his arms, and clicked his tongue impatiently.

He's kind of jealous of himself.

The author has something to say:

...I want it sweeter.

By the way, I forgot to explain to the little angel last time.Peanut allergy is a dominant inheritance, that is, if the mother is sick, the son will definitely be sick.

Ryan said Bruce was his poison before, right?But he couldn't quit, he loved it.

Master is a little angel acridine www

emmm In order to distinguish easily, the time when the master and the childhood master appear at the same time will be called the master Batman.w

Love the little angels.