I haven't been a big brother for many years

The hand held his ten fingers, warm and real.

The truth made Bruce a little unbelievable.

The constant temperature of 37 degrees at the fingertips became hot.

Bruce took his hand and tugged unconsciously.

Ryan fell into his arms unprepared, his bright red eyes staring like a squirrel.

He was surprised, but at the same time, another person's body temperature enveloped him.

A mixture of sandalwood, vanilla, amber, musk, patchouli, iris and tonka beans smells very soft, sweet with a hint of bitterness, just like... black chocolate.

He was a little intoxicated by this smell, or maybe he was intoxicated by this hug.

The arms wrapped around his waist were getting tighter and tighter, as if they were going to break him in the middle.But in those arms, he felt the man who called himself bat, and he felt his fear.

Yes.

fear.

What is he afraid of?

Puppeteer?

No.

"Are you scared?" Ryan put his head on his shoulder and asked in a low voice.

"No." Bruce shook his head slightly: "I'm happy."

Glad that he could finally touch Ryan, that he could give him a hug, that he could help him.

He can do a lot.

He can save him.

"Happy?" Ryan was puzzled, he really felt that bat should be afraid.

He's sensitive to emotion, that look.He knew, like when he first came to the island.

An expression of fear of death, or fear of loss.

What is bat afraid of losing?

He didn't understand.

Bruce didn't explain his so-called happiness again, his heart was almost filled with ecstasy and exploded.

He rubbed Ryan's hair involuntarily, and the touch of those hairs was softer than he imagined.

"I'll get you out of here."

"Believe me."

Lane nodded.

……

"This deer is so beautiful." Ryan stroked the hair on the top of a doe's head, and admired sincerely in his crimson eyes.

"Of course." Alex said triumphantly: he found this deer in the woods on the island before, and hid it secretly for a long time, just for today.

"It's for you, brat, your birthday present."

"Birthday?" Ryan was confused for a moment.

But he quickly remembered that his birthday seemed to be today. It had been too long since he had a birthday. The last time he had a birthday cake...was when he was six or seven years old?

Immediately he smiled as he should have: "Thanks, Alex, I love it. But how do you know?"

"From the doctor..." that information.

Alex was about to answer when he was interrupted by a shrill siren.

Someone has escaped from the doctor's mansion!

"Damn it!" Alex cursed, "You stay here."

All the "managers" jumped on the truck very quickly.

"On the other side of the boat!" Alex yelled at the man who had just jumped into the driver's seat. He had no time to take care of Ryan, so he could only let Ryan appreciate his birthday present first.

Ryan nodded obediently, watching the truck leave his sight with the smoke.

"Got it?" Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"En." Ryan nodded, and took out a bunch of keys from his sleeve.

"Let's go?"

"Wait a minute." Ryan sighed, pulled out his dagger, and cut the rope that tied the beautiful female beast.

The deer didn't quite understand what he had done, but just looked at him with watery black eyes, puzzled.

"You are free." Ryan smiled at the doe, turned and ran towards the mansion.He made an appointment with Fish to meet there.

……

"You betrayed me?" The puppeteer drew out his gun and pointed it at the woman in front of him.His tone was not surprised, or even "sure enough", he knew that this woman would not have the so-called loyalty.

If the "goods" in the basement hadn't been instigated by this woman to rebel, he wouldn't have spared her life until now, and pretended to believe her.

Fish didn't expect the puppeteer to arrive here so soon. To be honest, she thought that these perverted doctors would just immerse themselves in the laboratory all day long.

She raised her hands, pretending to surrender to appease him, and moved her body towards the wall without a trace. She needed a cover.

"No, doctor, listen to my explanation!" Fish panicked and burst into tears: "It's not me who wants to escape! It's them!"

"They?" Dr. Dumacher was puzzled.

"We." A beautiful vase hit Dumahe heavily on the back of his neck, causing his head to bleed. Dumahe let go of the pistol and collapsed on the ground.

The "cargo" whose organs he had removed stood behind him, their eyes full of hatred.

"Fish." Ryan just arrived, and he raised the key in Yang's hand to Fish Mooney: "Go!"

Alex and the others were only temporarily attracted by the cannon fodder sent by Fish, and they would soon discover their true intentions.

He said he needed someone to attract Alex's attention, but he didn't expect Fish to make such a decision.

"I chose to sacrifice them because I have someone I want to save more."

Fish put his hand on his shoulder, and his brown and blue eyes calmly looked at the child who had suffered too much. ——Those eyes are also the masterpiece of the puppeteer.

"I can't save everyone."

"You too, Ryan."

Fish nodded, helped her companions, and limped towards the helicopter.

Dumach was lying on the ground, struggling to raise his pistol: "Lane!" His voice was weak and full of anger, but the direction of the gun was aimed at Fish.

"Be careful!" Bruce grabbed Ryan's hand, trying to pull him away.

"Be careful!" Ryan quickly moved Fish away, and subconsciously took out his pistol.

One bullet missed Fish Mooney and struck Ryan in the stomach, while the other pierced the puppeteer's head.

The puppeteer's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that Ryan would choose to kill him.

There was a sudden scream from the corner of the wall behind him, a blond girl covered her mouth in horror, and tears of fear flowed down uncontrollably.

Bruce froze.

Ryan was also stunned.He stood there with cold hands and feet, and the pistol fell to the ground uncontrollably.

He killed!

He can't believe what he's done!

The terrifying burning sensation from his abdomen was nothing at all, and the feeling of killing a life made him feel suffocated even more.

Even if it's a puppeteer.

Nor should he be killed by him.

Fish grabbed his shoulders and dragged him forward: "Go!"

……

The five people in front of them had all died under the machine gun fire.

Alex smiled, and was about to call it a day, when the huge roar of the helicopter suddenly sounded.

Alex's smile froze on his face, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his hand fumbled in his pocket quickly, but the key was gone.

He gritted his teeth and whispered a name: "Lian!"

That's too late!He couldn't keep up.

Jenok turned around suddenly, pulled out the bazooka from the truck, and hurriedly handed it to Alex: "It's not too late, he can't get out of here alive!"

Alex put the bazooka on his shoulder and clearly saw the helicopter that had just taken off.

Still within range!

As long as he pulls the trigger, the helicopter will be blown to pieces in an instant.

As long as he pulls the trigger.

Alex bit his lower lip hard, but what did that kid do wrong?

He just wanted to live.

What did these "managers" do wrong?

Just to live.

"Ali?" The others urged, but the urging didn't sound like urging, but comforting.

Alex tasted the blood from his own bite on his mouth.

He took the bazooka off his shoulder and threw it back at Genok.The gray-blue eyes were full of complicated emotions.

Jenok caught the bazooka, let out a breath, and seemed to relax a lot.

Alex's gray-blue eyes scanned the faces of all the "managers", and found that they didn't raise any objections to his choice, and even expressed some approval.

Alex snorted coldly, and stepped onto the truck: "It's a birthday present for that guy, anyway, he probably didn't take that one with him anyway."

With a huge roar, the helicopter left the island above their heads and flew in the direction of Gotham.

……

Bruce gritted his teeth and watched Ryan staring at the distance with slack eyes. The bullet in his abdomen had been taken out by Fish, and the wound had been carefully bandaged.

Ryan's luck is simply too good, he put on the body armor early.Even because the distance was too close, the head of the bullet still penetrated the irregular body armor after all, and embedded itself in Ryan's abdomen.But no internal organs were injured, and the amount of bleeding was very small, so it was not life-threatening at all.

But Bruce was more worried about him.

"Lane, listen..." Bruce tried to hold Ryan's hand.

"Am I not wrong?" Ryan turned his head, his slack eyes refocused on bat: "You want to say that?"

Bruce parted his lips, suddenly not knowing what to say.

But his expression clearly confirmed Ryan's conjecture.

Ryan's scarlet eyes were covered with a cold light, and he sneered: "I just killed someone."

Bruce felt a chill in his heart. His appearance was very similar to the expression of Ryan he saw when he broke into the gang meeting under Joanna's guidance.

"A life... just disappears in your hands." Ryan held his hands, his fingertips were still trembling: "Have you ever experienced such a feeling? I killed someone..."

"You didn't." Bruce frowned: "You're saving people, have you seen these people? You saved all of them from Dumach!"

Ryan raised his head, and was surprised to find that everyone in the cabin was looking at him. They were men and women, old and young, and most of them had lost one or several organs, and there were traces of disaster left on their faces. The smile of the rest of my life, or the look of fear after the fear.

But the gleam in their eyes was the same.

Gratitude and worry.

"I didn't..." Ryan denied in a low voice, "I just want to escape by myself."

"But anyway, you saved them."

"Forget it." No matter what the result was, he finally chose to kill someone.

Ryan clutched the bandaged wound on his abdomen, rejected the hands of others who wanted to help him, and slowly stood up while leaning on the wall.

"I think I must say goodbye, Fish."

Fish Mooney, who was still flying the helicopter, gave him her eyes. She raised her eyebrows: "What? The kid is going home?"

"Almost." Ryan shrugged and replied casually.

Fish frowned indistinctly, she could feel that this child seemed to be a little different.

"You can give Bruce Wayne a call. He can help you."

Bruce suggested to him sincerely.

"..." Ryan didn't answer him, but raised his hand and looked at it carefully.

His fingers were long and slender, with well-defined phalanges, and were so white that they were almost transparent under the sun.

These are hands that should belong to a pianist.

But he holds the gun with these hands.

"No, I can't," he murmured

"I can't drag him down any longer."

The author has something to say:

I like Alex's passer-by face... a little handsome acridine www

Then there is the little blonde girl in the chapter, and it flashes by.Anne Dumacher (Joanna