I haven't been a big brother for many years

This is probably the last snow on the island this year.

The blindingly white snow was about two inches thick, and Ryan stepped into the snow with his heavy military boots, and it was a bit difficult to pull out.

Some fine snow foam seeped in from the holes in the laces of the military boots. Alex kept urging him, but he didn't quicken his pace, but walked slowly back into the house.

But no matter how unobtrusively delaying time, the road is too short after all.

"Snow is your good protection, tomorrow night at the latest." Bruce walked beside him quietly, but did not leave footprints on the snow.

"Have you already made a plan?" Ryan asked in a low voice, pulling the scarf around his neck to cover his lips.

Alex is still not far behind him. His daily task is to teach and make sure Ryan is back indoors.

Bruce nodded. "Go to the basement and find a woman named Fish Mooney. Tell her you can get the keys to the helicopter."

"How did you know she would help me?" Ryan frowned, and the nurse standing in the door opened the door for him, with a considerate gesture and surveillance.

Ryan waved his hand in the direction of Alex behind him without looking back, signaling him to leave quickly.

He clearly heard Alex curse, and a bullet landed accurately on the marble floor at Ryan's feet.

For the time being, this can be regarded as Alex's unique way of saying goodbye every day.

It's just that he shoots in the same place every day, and there's already an obvious crater in the marble floor.

Ryan shrugged indifferently, took off his wet coat and handed it to the nurse.

The nurse took the coat as usual, but added an unflattering sentence: "The doctor wants you to go to his office after washing, sir."

Ryan stopped pulling the scarf, and shifted his gaze to the blond, blue-eyed, sweet and lovely nurse.

The gentle smile on the nurse's face froze, and two red clouds suddenly appeared on her face.

She had been warned a long time ago not to have any unreasonable thoughts about this young master, but she believed that anyone would be intoxicated by this face.

Even though he looked a little embarrassed now, his silver-white hair was wet with snowflakes and stuck to his face.

This made the contours of his face much softer than usual, and his skin was still pale and sickly under the light.The scarlet pupils that should have been filled with enthusiasm had a faint cold light.

It made him look aloof like the last nobleman stepping off a mural, even though he was in head-to-toe military uniform.

Ryan showed him a faint smile, not surprised to see the blush on the nurse's face spread down quickly, encroaching on the fair neck.

The light pink complements the silver necklace hanging around her neck.

He had practiced this smile a thousand times on bat until he nodded in approval.

Facing the puppeteer, he always wore such a hypocritical smile.

Of course, the puppeteer appreciates his illusory, so-called aristocratic temperament belonging to the oldest and most noble in Europe.

This made Ryan sneer from his heart. The oldest nation in Europe is the ancient Romans, and the symbol of the ancient Romans is black hair and blue eyes.

Just like what Bruce Wayne has, with ebony black hair and ocean-like deep blue eyes.

Not him, an albino who fears the sun like a vampire.

Of course, he was not stupid enough to refute the puppeteer, but secretly found a lot of books on etiquette to study.

Someone named bat helped him a lot, and that ghost seemed like a real nobleman, even though he kept wearing that ridiculous costume.

The more he is loved by the puppeteer, the more likely he is to survive.

"I'm going to wash it." Ryan lowered his eyes, thinking about how to avoid the puppeteer's eyes and ears and go to the basement while walking towards his room.

The military boots made a rhythmic sound on the ground, until Ryan reached the corner of the stairs, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Because bat said: "Stop her."

Without the consent of his head, his body has subconsciously obeyed the bat's words and stopped a black woman in a white hospital gown.

He raised his eyebrows, and almost immediately understood the identity of the woman.He lowered his voice, and asked tentatively to the vigilant woman in front of him, "Fish Mooney?"

The woman also raised her eyebrows, but only nodded, not letting down her vigilance.

Once Falconi's right-hand man, she was betrayed by her umbrella brother, Penguin, and fell into the hands of a perverted doctor as a donor of human organs. She is habitually vigilant about everything here, even if the object is just a seemingly Only a fourteen-year-old kid.

"I need your help." Ryan stopped in front of her with one hand, his bright red eyes staring at the ordinary-looking woman in front of him without blinking.

He doesn't know what she can do, but he chooses to trust bat.

"Of course." Fish showed a friendly smile no different from a nurse: "Can I pour you a glass of water?"

"I need you to help me get out of here, I can help you get the keys to the helicopter." Ryan pursed his lips, looking a little nervous.

Only then did Fish let go of his smile, looked left and right, and quickly dragged him to a dead corner in the stairwell: "How do you know I want to leave here? Who are you? How do you get the key?"

"Lian Black." Ryan reported his name: "A year ago, I was sold to a puppeteer by my housekeeper. The puppeteer wanted to use me as his experiment."

"Experiment..." Human experimentation.

Fish understood what he meant almost immediately, but she still had a skeptical attitude towards Ryan: "That perverted doctor. Did he imprison you here?"

Ryan shook his head: "He asked me to call him father. I am familiar with this place. If you are willing to help me, I have a plan."

"Since he asked you to call him father, why did you help me?"

Fish narrowed his eyes dangerously. Maybe this kid was used by the puppeteer to test her. His words were inconsistent, and he didn't say at all how he knew she was going to escape.

You know, those people in the basement thought they had betrayed them by choosing to join the management class.

The only possibility is that the doctor has discovered the purpose of her escape, and wants to use this kid to test her.Fish's hand was already on the dagger in his pocket.

Ryan took a deep breath: "Have you really never seen the doctor's experimental product? Those are all preparations for my experiment. He wants a perfect experimental product!"

"Perfect?" Fish mocked, "So an albino kid is perfect?"

"No. I don't know what his perfection is, but you have to trust me, I can get the keys to the helicopter."

Ryan held her shoulders involuntarily, looking straight at Fish with bright red eyes.

She doesn't have to believe in herself.

Lane is well aware of this reality.

He bit his lip, if she didn't agree, he could only choose to threaten her.

But Fish looked into his eyes, but nodded: "Okay, tell me about your plan, but I advise you not to try to lie to me, kid with no hair."

Ryan's eyes widened with joy.

……

The tip of the pen scratched across the medical record, making a small rustling sound. Dr. Dumacher focused on checking the patient's reaction today, and wrote notes for all patients.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Dr. Dumacher immediately stopped what he was doing and put on a kind smile: "Please come in."

Ryan smiled, opened the door, and walked into the room.

He had already changed into a decent suit and even touched some pomade. The puppeteer always prepared the best things for him.

"Father." His smile deepened, and his scarlet eyes flashed disgust for this title.

Dumacher nodded and motioned Ryan to sit on the seat in front of him: "I heard from Alex that you went fishing on the ice today?"

"Yes." Ryan smiled helplessly: "But they were all swallowed up by the hounds."

"Your Chinese teacher told me you got an A+ in a test he prepared."

Dumacher seemed not interested in his extracurricular life, he took a sip of the strong tea on hand: "Congratulations."

Ryan nodded, he didn't understand why Dumacher called him tonight?It is impossible to just care about his grades.

"Have you finished reading the book I gave you earlier?" Dumacher casually flipped through the medical records and asked.

Ryan was stunned, and soon remembered that it was a thick medical book, mainly about some medical knowledge about neurology, which was obscure and difficult to understand, and the author had never heard of it before: "I've read it." He nodded .

Doctor Dumacher nodded in satisfaction, stood up and walked to the corner covered by the white curtain, and opened the curtain with one hand.

Ryan's eyes widened, trying to conceal his surprise and fear:

A curtain covers a hospital bed on which lies the head of an executive who greeted him just this morning, whose body, if he can be called that at all, is clearly that of a woman body of.

Lane recognized the necklace. It belonged to the nurse who had just opened the door for him and took his coat.

Dumacher followed his gaze and stopped at the thin black thread that was still oozing blood on "it"'s neck: "Do you want to guess whether it was his or her voice that came out after he woke up?"

He sewed up the vocal cords of the two badly, but it seemed as if he didn't know what kind of vicious thing he had done, and he still had a gentle and elegant smile on his face.

Bruce suppressed his anger, and his voice sounded deeper than usual: "Take a deep breath! Ryan! Calm down!"

Ryan bit his tongue hard, and for a moment, the taste of rust spread in his mouth.He tried hard to let himself hang up the smile that he had practiced many times, but he was so stiff that he couldn't speak.

leave here!Only this thought remained in his mind, but the fear made him unable to move his legs even a single step.

Fortunately, the puppeteer was not dissatisfied with his performance. In fact, Ryan's reaction was the best he had ever seen.

He waved his hand indifferently and closed the curtain again.

"Go back and rest, good boy, you are very tired today."

……

Lane didn't know how he got out of Dumacher's office.

I don't know how he walked back to his room on stiff legs.

All he knew was that when he regained consciousness, he was leaning against the door, his legs crossed helplessly, his head buried between his knees.There is an unstoppable crystal liquid on the face.

He didn't know when he cried out.

Bruce was sitting in front of him speechless, watching his body trembling with fear.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Ryan's hair, but he was not surprised to see his fingers go through the broken hair on Ryan's head.He sighed.

"You'll get out," he reassured, and he'd take him out, out of this hell.

"I'm going to die." Ryan shook his head, choking.

"I will die." He raised his head, revealing a pair of bright red eyes, helplessly like an abandoned puppy, but even more desperate: "I don't want to be like that, I don't want to die."

"You won't die, I swear, I'll bring you back safe and sound."

Bruce felt a sore nose, hating the current self so much, what have you done?He wanted to grab his collar and beat himself hard.

Why are you so attached to the dead?

Why not look for people who are still alive?

Big drops of crystal tears fell on the ground, and those bright red eyes were as red as blood flowing in crystal clear gems.

"I want to live, bat, help me."

Bruce wanted to hold his hand, and he seemed to see the grown Ryan through him.

How many times?He was crying secretly in a place where no one knew?

How many times?He expects someone to come and help him?Even just give him a hug?

How many times?He helplessly said his own name that was buried deep in his heart?

How many times?All his expectations fell through, alone, with a smile on his face, and getting up again?

Too many times.

So much so that he thought of himself as a monster.

So much so that he thought no one was helping because he was so dirty.

So much that his heart was full of inferiority complex and helplessness.

So much so that he no longer cared about his own life.

So much that he carefully concealed the hope that should have been shattered in his heart.

So much that he would do his best to reciprocate, return the little bit of kindness that Bruce Wayne had shown him.

Tears run down Bruce's cheeks, drip and disappear into thin air.

He thought he understood the mask of the faceless man.

He is lonely.

He raised his arm, only to remember that he couldn't touch Ryan at all.

But he didn't withdraw his hand either.

He wanted to tell Ryan.

He seemed to have the whole universe in his chest, but he couldn't say a single word.

Huge guilt and pity occupied his chest, and his heart ached like it was about to burst.

Bruce stared blankly at his hands.

A palm that was obviously much smaller than his hand came up, and he felt the thick gun callus on that hand.

Bruce looked up and saw worry written in those crimson eyes.

The child who was trembling with fear just now still had tears on his face, but showed a flustered expression

"Are you crying? Don't cry..." He frantically tried to wipe the tears from the corners of Bruce's eyes.

"Did my request make you too difficult?" He bit his lip, leaving a white mark on his crimson lips.

"I'm sorry, I can do it myself. Don't cry." His slender silver eyelashes were wet, but he tried to show a warm smile.

"Don't cry, here I am..." He covered his heart with his other hand, smiling like the last warm sun in winter.

"It will hurt."

The author has something to say:

I overestimated myself... Back to Gotham for the next chapter.

Here, the master finally understands Ryan's inferiority complex hidden deep in his heart...

The content of the puppeteer's operation part may cause slight discomfort to the little angels...

At the end of writing this chapter, I cried so much qwq

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