I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Brucie? Are you all right?"

Ryan gritted his teeth, and there was a stabbing pain in the calf of his left leg. He tried to move his left leg, but failed, maybe it was broken, Ryan thought.

But he immediately gave up his wild thoughts, and lowered his head to check Bruce, who was tightly held in his arms: "Where does it hurt?"

Bruce shook his head slightly, still not recovering from the sight of a large group of bats flying in front of him.

But his hand that held Ryan tightly was trembling.

Ryan sighed and rubbed Bruce's head with his right hand: "I heard Rachel call Alfred, we'll be up soon."

"Are you scared?" Bruce asked suddenly, and he could feel Ryan's slight trembling.

Ryan froze for a moment, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "How can you not be afraid?"

"Then why did you jump down?" Bruce looked up, puzzled: "You have no idea how deep this well is, do you? Maybe it's bottomless, maybe there's a bomb buried in it, maybe there's a Long spear...you may die."

Those steel-blue eyes were full of doubts: "Aren't you afraid? Are you not afraid of death?"

Batman was taken aback for a moment, he didn't remember that the nightmare that had been repeated countless times had such a follow-up.

He suddenly recalled the time when the cave bottom collapsed, and Ryan rushed forward without hesitation.

Ryan didn't answer his question right away, he seemed to be caught by the question.

He thought for a while in silence, and gave the answer: "I'm afraid."

Why do humans fear death?

Because once you have it, you fear losing it.

Whether it is property, emotion, status, or honor...

He is alive and walking in this world, and what he has is really too little.

But death will take away his poor little things that he carefully held on top of his heart.

But if he loses Bruce Wayne, what is the difference between death and death for him?

He will live, but have nothing.

And having nothing, what is death enough to make him fear?

He looked serious, staring into Bruce's eyes carefully: "I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of not being able to hear you kneeling in front of me, tearing up my clothes and shouting: "'Lian You are amazing!Please teach me! 'This kind. "

He shrugged without looking like he was joking.

Bruce originally thought that he was going to publish some touching long speech about "brotherhood", but he couldn't help laughing when he heard such an answer, which gave him a hard head.

"Shut up, I think you really want to sit in a wheelchair for three months."

Ryan smiled: "If you were you, you would do the same."

Batman shook his head amusedly, ignoring the two little guys who remembered that they would be rescued soon.

He suddenly remembered what was wrong, the time when the bottom of the cave collapsed.

Logically speaking, if a healthy adult male was stabbed in the waist by a stone cone with a diameter of about five centimeters, what would his reaction be to almost piercing?

Visceral hemorrhage, pain to shock.

Even if the amount of bleeding is used as a murder weapon, the blockage of the stone awl that works part-time as a "cork" is reduced, but that can only last an adult male for a few hours, at most a dozen hours.

And how long did Ryan last with massive blood loss?

70 hours.

He even cut his own wrist.

This is simply not possible.

Batman frowned. Dionysus factor's miracle and great joy made him ignore the impossible phenomenon that happened to Ryan.

The various things that happened next made him completely forget about this matter. It was not until Ryan was injured again just now that he remembered the strange place.

Thomas, Bender, Afu, and Angelia rushed over at this time, with tools in their hands, followed by some long-term employees and private doctors of the manor.

The expressions on the faces of Thomas and Ah Fu were quite normal, while Bender's face was downcast, with an ugly expression.And Angelia's expression is worth studying, Batman didn't miss the flash of fear on Angelia's face.

fear?

Batman frowned.

What is she afraid of?Are you afraid?Fear of losing Ryan?

Not like it.

Soon, Thomas rescued the two children, and the private doctor rushed forward to check their injuries, but Angelia was faster than him.

Batman has been paying attention to her movements. When Ryan was carried up, Angelia finally couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears.

But that's not because of a sigh of relief.

She moved to Ryan and got down on one knee, sobbing as she examined his injuries.

Then, against all expectations, she slapped Ryan.

"What are you doing?" Bender yelled, grabbing Angelia's hand and pulling her up.

Angelia looked terrified, as if she couldn't believe what she had done: "I didn't mean to, Bender, I didn't..."

Thomas hastily smoothed things over: "Bender, Bender, Anjie is just too worried."

Ryan lowered his head, and a bright red palm print soon appeared on his right cheek.

He was extremely wronged, even though his mother didn't pay much attention to him since he was a child, the mother in his impression was always gentle and never beat him.

He doesn't know what he did wrong.

Bender took a deep breath, but shouted at Ryan: "Don't have a next time!"

Ryan did not look up, but nodded meekly.

"Wait a minute." Bruce frowned and argued for him: "He jumped to save me!"

However, Bender ignored him, just glanced at him, then pulled Angelia and turned away.

Thomas sighed, walked to Ryan and knelt down on one knee, looked at the quiet and obedient child in front of him, and rubbed his hair: "Ryan, I want to thank you for Bruce."

There was great sadness in his blue eyes, which were very similar to Bruce, which made Ryan very puzzled.

But Ryan just shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.

The personal doctor nodded to Thomas and started the examination on hand.

……

"Ryan?" Batman called his name, wanting to make sure Ryan could hear him.

But Ryan didn't respond.

Doctors had already put a cast on his leg, and now the wheelchair really came in handy.

Ryan was sitting by the bed, looking at his right hand as seriously as he was studying some math problem.

He felt a little strange. When he fell down the well, he obviously felt that his calf had been completely broken, but the doctor said it was only a slight bone fracture.He carefully recalled the feeling at that time, but he couldn't remember it.

Maybe it was really because he remembered wrongly, he put down his hand, and turned his eyes to the corner pretending to be inadvertent.

The black shadow that has been following him.

Now that shadow—no, it can't be called a shadow anymore, he thought it was a piece of clothing a few days ago.

Now, he knew it might be a person's ghost.

Do ghosts have no hands and feet?Will not show his face yet.

He had no way of knowing that no one else had seen the ghost, and he could only pretend he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't ask anyone if it was a ghost.

It seems to keep trying to say something.

But he couldn't hear.

Only when he fell down the well today did he vaguely hear: "Zero." But he didn't know what that meant.

He was a little curious.

But he didn't want to ask.

Even those steel-blue eyes felt eerily familiar to him.

Ryan looked away without a trace and looked out the window.

The good news is that he was locked up.

Batman tilted his head helplessly.

There was nothing he could do, and Ryan didn't respond in any other way from that gaze.

Lane couldn't hear it.

That means he can't save anyone.

……

Although this day was not expected by Batman, it still came as promised.

Destiny still followed the original trajectory.

Gunshots, dropped pearls, blood, the disbelieving expression on Thomas' face, and Bruce's desperate cry.

Batman closes his eyes, knowing this will happen again.

He waited quietly beside Ryan.

Bender and Angelia left two days ago, but they have lost contact.

Both he and Thomas knew that perhaps something had happened to them.

But tonight Thomas must take his family with him, because this is the only chance, maybe he can still give it a go.

The familiar feeling of powerlessness flooded Batman again, but he knew this was not the time to feel sorry for himself, and there was one more problem he couldn't solve.

Ryan and his housekeeper, Curtis, left a note tonight and have since disappeared.

He probably had some guesses in his mind, but he still wanted to see what happened with his own eyes.

A knock on the door broke the peace of the room: "Master." Curtis stood in front of the door and bowed: "I have been notified by the master, and he asked you to return to New York now."

Ryan sat up in surprise: "Now? But Bruce..."

Curtis shook his head: "I'm sorry, young master. I'm afraid you don't have time to say goodbye. The master has encountered some trouble, and you need to leave now."

"Okay." Ryan bit his lower lip, and he nodded.

"I'm sorry." Curtis carried him into the wheelchair and was about to push him out of the Wayne house.

"Mr. Black?" Ah Fu looked at the two in surprise, not understanding what they were going to do.

Curtis smiled apologetically at Alfred: "Sorry, I couldn't say goodbye to Mr. Wayne, but we have to go now, the master asked me to bring Master Lane back to New York now."

Ah Fu frowned, he felt something was wrong: "Okay, Master Ryan, is there anything I can tell Master Bruce?"

Ryan shook his head, the time was too short, he didn't know how to explain to Bruce, besides, even if he returned to New York, the two could contact by phone or email.

Curtis took out a note and handed it to Alfred: "Maybe you can give this to Mr. Bruce."

Ryan was a little puzzled, but didn't say anything.

Alfred took the note and nodded: "Then, I wish you a pleasant journey."

Curtis thanked him, and was about to turn around and leave when Alfred stopped him: "Wait a minute, Master Ryan."

Ah Fu turned and went upstairs, and came back soon. He handed a small pocket to Ryan: "This is a gift that Master Bruce has prepared for you a long time ago."

Ryan nodded: "Say thank you to him for me, we will call."

Ah Fu nodded, watching the two drive away from the manor.

……

"Curtis?" Ryan looked sideways at Mr. Butler who was driving. This road didn't seem to be the way to Gotham Airport.

"What's the matter? Master? We'll be there soon." Curtis smiled and comforted him.

Ryan frowned: "Are my parents still in Gotham?" The surrounding people became less and less crowded, but he really couldn't raise his vigilance against the old butler who had taken care of him for 12 years.

After all, occasionally when his parents were not at home, only Curtis would remember him and prepare food for him.

Sometimes my mother would forget whether he had eaten or not.

Ryan clutched the small cloth bag tightly in his hand, not knowing what was so urgent.

Obviously his father has not contacted him for two days.

"Not here." Curtis shrugged his shoulders: "I mean, to a certain extent, it can be regarded as not here."

"What do you mean?"

Curtis stopped the car and smiled disdainfully: "I mean, your good father who never valued you is dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, two beams of light suddenly lit up on the opposite side.

There's a car parked there!

Ryan calmed down instead at this time: "Who are you going to hand me over to?"

"I always thought you were very smart, Master Black." Curtis smacked his lips regretfully, and opened the car door: "It's a pity, who made you an albino? What did your father say? You are an albino." monster."

"He'll probably never figure out that I'm the eye of the court." He smiled complacently.

Batman's eyes widened, it was him.

He opened the passenger side door with both hands and hugged Ryan out forcefully.

"Hey, [-] million!" Curtis yelled at the people getting off the car.

"It's been called to your account." The person holding Ryan said, the voice was probably a man in his [-]s or [-]s.

Ryan didn't struggle, so what's the use of his struggling?No one can save him, and even if he breaks free, where can he run with his left leg in a cast?

Curtis whistled, feeling very happy: "It seems that the puppeteer likes him very much."

"Of course." An unremarkable woman stepped out of the car: "The puppeteer is very interested in albino people. He thinks that maybe they are very different from us in some aspects."

She walked up to Ryan in a few steps, pinched his chin and looked carefully: "Look at this handsome little face, it's a pity..."

"Really?" Curtis didn't care what the so-called puppeteer wanted to do, as long as he got the money, Ryan's life and death had nothing to do with him

"Good luck, little one," he wished heartily.

The author has something to say:

sorry little angels

Here is the previous one, Angelia, that is, Ryan's mother's doubts, little angels can guess first, there are still many mysteries about you.

Lane can't hear the master yet (next chapter can).

The little ball was made by the master when he was a child, and he didn't give it to Ryan. He wanted to wait a while, maybe Ryan could be better and they could make it together.Without waiting, Ryan left early.

Start the Gotham story.

Curtis is from the Court of Owls and has been monitoring Bender.Bender didn't guess it was him, because he kept feeding Ryan.

So Curtis knew he had found the killer, but negotiated with him not to kill the Waynes.

But he didn't know what Bender and Wayne said in the basement. He originally planned to bring Ryan back to the court to train him into a sharp claw, but he received a call from the puppeteer and decided to sell Ryan to make a fortune. Lied that Ryan was dead.

(The puppeteer is a bit perverted in the Gotham plot. He sells human organs. He also moves one person's head to another person... This kind of thing is still successful.)

In the last chapter, I told you to prepare a bento for mom and dad... In the last chapter, I asked if it could be saved?So naive, little ones!

Little angels, do you want to know what happened to Bandle?If I want to, I will write, and if I don’t want to, it’s not very important.

That's about all I have to say, I'll add when I think about it.

Love the little angels.