I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Are you okay?" Bruce pushed open the door of the hospital room with two books in his hands.

"I brought you two books to read, although the doctor said you can go back in the afternoon." Bruce shrugged and put the books on the small cabinet beside the bed.

Ryan looked back at him, subconsciously stroked the cast on his left arm with his right hand, and said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Bruce walked around to the other side of the bed and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.

He rubbed Ryan's hair worriedly: "Aren't you happy?"

Ryan sat quietly on the bed and let him move, still not answering his question.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, looking straight into his eyes with cobalt blue eyes: "It's okay, you'll be better soon, bro."

He rested his forehead on Ryan's forehead and looked at those bright red eyes: "Hi? The earth is calling Ryan."

"..." Ryan lowered his eyes, rubbed his head on Bruce's cheek, and then rested his chin on his shoulder: "He won't let me touch the skateboard, Bruce."

His voice was low, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Ryan's soft hair rubbed him a little itchy. Bruce subconsciously tightened his arms and held him in his arms. After a moment of silence, he patted his back with his right hand and comforted him: "He's just worried about you, it's okay, we can Play something else. The R&D team has sent the thermal laser gun, and we can try it when you feel better."

"En." Ryan nodded, lying on Bruce like a koala, looking like he didn't intend to move anymore: "I want to go back to school."

"I almost forgot." Bruce laughed twice: "Those classmates of yours at school are coming to visit you in the hospital soon, and they say you are a hero." He let go of Ryan and carefully moved his arm away to avoid Comes to plaster.

"Hero?" Ryan's eyes widened. The bright red eyes looked like a frightened squirrel, hugging its big fluffy tail for comfort: he grabbed Bruce's hem who was about to stand up.

"Yes, a hero." Bruce touched Ryan's cheek, trying to maintain his superficial seriousness. Ryan looked so cute that people couldn't help but want to bully him: "A hero like Captain America .”

A strange expression appeared on Ryan's face for a moment: "But, but I just..."

Bruce interrupted him: "You are."

He pushed the wheelchair in the corner to the side of the bed: "Can you? Although I know you can stand up...but the doctor asked you to use the wheelchair to move temporarily."

"Am I taking up public resources?" Ryan smiled self-deprecatingly, stood up from the bed, and sat on the wheelchair.

There were some decorative bandages on his legs, which did not hinder his movement in the slightest.

Bruce shook his head and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "I'll get you breakfast."

Ryan waved his hands pretending to be disgusted, and signaled him to leave quickly: "I pray that I can eat some fried food this morning. We all made an appointment to eat at McDonald's."

Bruce had already walked to the door, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then I suggest you go back to bed and lie down for a while, maybe you can dream about your fried chicken."

"Oh comeon!"

He was answered by a slammed door.

"Well, well. Maybe I should go to McDonald's first? In order to better express my gratitude." A smiling female voice suddenly came from behind.

Ryan was surprised, and hurriedly turned around to look behind him. A girl in a black leather jacket with golden brown curly hair swiftly rolled in through the window.

Her movements were coherent and smooth, and she knew at a glance that this was not the first time she had broken into a house like this.

"Ryan?" She tilted her head and asked, "I thank you for Elizabeth. If you need anything, you can always ask me for help."

"Wait..." Ryan slid the wheelchair back to a safe distance: "Who are you? Who is Elizabeth?"

"The gray cat you rescued, remember? I don't know how it got there." The girl sat on the chair beside the bed casually, and picked a fruit from the fruit plate beside the bed. Picked up an apple, and took a bite: "As for me, you can call me a kitten."

"Kitty? Ummm... don't you need my permission?" He was referring to her casual attitude.

"Oh, you said this?" Selina pointed to her apple: "You're welcome." She stood up and walked to the window, throwing a black unknown object at Ryan.

"You can give this to any feral cat in town, we owe you that."

Ryan grabbed it with his hands subconsciously, lowered his head and took a closer look, it was a small black cat-like puppet: "Wild cat?"

He raised his head, wanting to sneer that the girl was probably crazy, but she was nowhere to be found.

As if she had only come to get an apple.

Ridiculous cat.

Ryan didn't know what expression to put on, so he put the puppet into the coat pocket hanging on the hanger.

He walked to the window, only to find that the girl hadn't left, but was feeding the cat in the courtyard downstairs.

Ryan sat back in the wheelchair, took off his coat, and turned the wheelchair to send himself out of the ward. He felt that he should probably catch up with the brown-haired girl and ask whether the wild cat was a real cat or a code name.

It was the strangest thing that had happened to him in his life.

The smell of disinfectant in the corridor of the hospital was much stronger than that in the room. Ryan moved the wheelchair to the elevator and pressed the elevator.

Perhaps when he went downstairs, the "kitten" would disappear. Thinking of this, he couldn't help being amused and wondering why he chased it out.

Perhaps because today is a rest day, there are not many people in the hospital.The elevator didn't make him wait too long, but just as he was about to turn the wheelchair, he put his hands on the handles of the back of the wheelchair.

"Do you need help?"

Ryan turned around.

In front of him was a red-haired boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, tall, about six feet tall.

The figure is not overly bloated like most ordinary American children, but a little thin.But you can still see the evenly distributed muscles on his body due to regular exercise.

His appearance is very good, but it is not the type that the girls in the school like, but rather gloomy.

Ryan raised his eyebrows: "Thank you." He let the boy behind him push him into the elevator.

"How did you make it like this?" The boy asked standing next to the elevator button, "What floor?"

"First floor, thank you." Ryan looked up at him, his clothes looked messy and not clean.

Gotham has already entered November and the weather is warmer than New York, but he only wears a thin layer of T-shirt.

This made Ryan frowned subconsciously. The price of this hospital is not cheap. He shouldn't be dressed because of poverty, but because... the guardian is harsh, or he doesn't have any family members in this hospital. He came here for another purpose.

"I fell while skateboarding." His gaze shifted to the reddened eye sockets of the boy in front of him, and then he pretended to be nonchalantly transferred to the elevator button.

"What about you?"

The boy pressed the button for him and leaned against the wall.He lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want to bring up this topic: "My mother is sick."

"I'm sorry." Ryan handed over the coat: "Put on my coat, maybe it's a little small, but." He shrugged his shoulders: "At least it's better than a cold."

"No, thank you..." The boy hesitated, remembering something: "Okay, I will return it to you, I left my coat in the ward, but..."

He curled his lips, took the coat, and showed a rather reluctant smile: "I don't want to go back and get it."

"I understand." Ryan waved his hand, and he realized that the corners of his mouth were closer to the earlobe than ordinary people, so the shape of his lips would make his smile exaggerated, even though the person in front of him didn't have a smile.

"My father made me sit in a wheelchair even though I didn't hurt my leg." He couldn't help complaining to the stranger.

The person in front of him widened his eyes in surprise: "Why?"

"My friend said it was to protect me." Ryan sneered: "But who knows? He never cared about me before, he said I was a monster."

Those things that cannot be said to Bruce seem to have become extremely easy at this time.

"What? Just because of the color of your skin? Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

The boy frowned and bent slightly: "At least you look more normal than me. Everyone thinks I'm a monster."

"Because I'm different from my twin brother, he's very talented, I mean he's good at doing those math problems. But I..."

The elevator made a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and they had reached the first floor.

The red-haired boy seemed to wake up suddenly: "I'm sorry, I don't know how I can say this." He took a deep breath, which made him shiver coldly.

He put on his coat. The coat that belonged to Ryan was obviously short for him, and it was a bit ridiculous to wear on him: "What's your name? I'll come to you tomorrow to return the clothes."

"Lane Black." Ryan held out his hand to him.

The boy gave him a deep look, but did not reach out to shake his hand: "Jerome Valeska."

He turned and walked out of the elevator, quickly disappearing from Ryan's sight.

Ryan raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand: "Actually, you don't have to return..." because he was leaving in the afternoon.

His words did not reach Jerome.

Ryan pushed the wheelchair to the courtyard, where there was only an orange cat and some scattered cat food on the ground.

The girl called "Kitten" or "Kate" had disappeared.

Ryan thought sure enough, and suddenly remembered that the black cat doll was stuffed into Jerome's coat.

But he didn't need a girl's help for anything, and he didn't pay much attention to these things, because a very familiar figure walked in front of him.

"Ryan?" Bruce asked suspiciously, he trotted to Ryan, and naturally grabbed the armrest on the back of the wheelchair: "Why are you here?"

"Oh~" Ryan raised his eyebrows and joked, "Maybe I want to see you too much?"

He let go of the wheel and let Bruce push him toward the parking lot. "Where's my breakfast?"

Bruce tapped his head: "If you joke like that again, I'll think you're in love with me, so stop."

"Really?" Ryan turned back and laughed at him: "Are you shy? Um? Shy little girl? Brucey baby?"

"Hey, you can't just make fun of me just because I like you."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and messed up Ryan's hairstyle mercilessly: "We discussed it and decided to move your celebration banquet to Wayne Manor. After all, there can't be so many of your classmates in the hospital room."

"Okay, I understand." Ryan nodded: "But what about my breakfast?"

"Ah Fu, I hope you won't spit it out after eating in the car. Your butler will help you with the discharge procedures."

Ryan saw Ah Fu standing next to a black Rolls-Royce from a distance. He nodded and asked in confusion: "How many people are there? The hospital room can't be crowded."

"One hundred?" Bruce pushed him to the side of the car and tilted his head at him: "Never mind, let's go home."

The author has something to say:

Bro brothers and comeon always feel that the translation can't translate the feeling they want...

homonym of kate kitten

Because I want to write about the feeling of translation when I write English and American...so...forgive me

Catwoman is online√

Ugly is online √ (that is Jerome)

The TV version of the clown is still very handsome www, you can search for the actor's name Cameron Monaghan, or the Gotham clown.I like his little white shoes www on TV

Get ready, moms and dads are ready to get lunch. qwq

Love the little angels, collect them.