I haven't been a big brother for many years

"You won't." Bruce was stunned: "Why do you think so?"

Ryan glanced at him strangely: "You're not Bruce Wayne, how do you know I won't?"

"I..." I am.Bruce stopped talking for a while, but stopped the car. Leaving aside the impact of what he said now on the established future, Ryan might not believe his words at all.

"What are your plans?" Bruce asked.

"Go back to New York." Ryan thought for a while: "I have a lot of things that I haven't figured out. Maybe returning to New York will allow me to solve all the mysteries."

"You know your parents have..."

Bruce considered for a moment, and still wanted to persuade Ryan to seek help from Bruce Wayne.

"It's dead." The expression on Ryan's face seemed to be indifferent, but of course Bruce knew that he just seemed indifferent.

"Because they are dead, we can find out who the biggest beneficiary is from the ownership of the property. And who is the person behind the scenes."

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, he knew that Ryan was completely different from the kid two years ago.

Although his plan was simple and rough, it was completely dominated by reason.

"Well, if you're firm." Bruce hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Bat?" Ryan interrupted him, and his crimson eyes looked at Bruce's eyes without blinking for a moment: "Will you always stay by my side?"

Those pleading eyes made Bruce dazzle for a moment: "Of course."

……

The night sky is always cloudy, the weird gothic buildings stand tall, and the dark alleys hide dirt under the surface glitz.

Ryan has been separated from Fish and his party, his top priority is to get the money and leave Gotham.

But he not only has no money, but also no identification.

"...It's still too late to find Bruce Wayne." Bruce raised one eyebrow, folded his hands around his chest, and comforted him daily.

"Why do you want me to find him so much?" Ryan leaned against the entrance of the alley in boredom, his eyes blankly scanning the dozen of recruitment papers stuck on the wall.

I don't know if they will admit minors without ID.

"You're just borrowing some money." Bruce had no choice but to agree with Ryan's idea of ​​returning to New York.Gotham really wasn't a good place to stay for him.

If the Court of Owls finds him.

He wondered what they would do to Lane.

But it will never be a good thing.

"Refused." Ryan didn't even look at him.

He found a career that might suit him: helping the Reilly brothers grow mushrooms.

well paid,

More importantly there is no mention of employment requirements.

I just don't know what kind of weird mushrooms are raised.

"No. 114, Cisilano Street, at the junction of Nancheng Park and Narrows Island..." He wanted to try his luck here, God, he hadn't eaten all day.

"What? Wait!" Bruce grabbed his hand: "What the hell are you thinking? Don't you know how dangerous Gotham is?"

"That's why I'm saving up to go back to New York!" Ryan glared at him disapprovingly, he could do it.

"Listen." Bruce only felt his temples throbbing: "If you really don't want to ask Bruce Wayne for help, find a girl named Selina and ask her to help you."

Ryan shook off his hand and choked unceremoniously: "Do you want me to betray my lust?"

Bruce feels like his headache is about to burst, he really has no experience dealing with troubled teens.

He had no idea, but within a few days of escaping from the puppeteer, Ryan seemed to be a different person.

Grumpy like...

and many more

A guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

"are you hungry?"

"..." Ryan didn't respond to him, but turned his cheeks sideways, hiding his expression under the darkness.

It seems that he really didn't know that Bruce's costume-like armor had night vision function.

Bruce, who saw his shy expression and blushing clearly: "..."

In the end, he could only speak helplessly: "Did you see that convenience store across the street? Maybe you can exchange your watch for some food first."

Fortunately, when they escaped, they only asked Ryan to change into a more casual sportswear instead of the camouflage uniforms used for outdoor training.On his wrist is a valuable watch prepared by the puppeteer, even if it is just a sporty electronic watch.

At least I can change something to eat.

Ryan finally obeyed obediently once, he took off the black watch he was wearing, and walked to the convenience store with white lights on the corner of the street.The steps look steady, but in fact, the pace is almost the same as that of a trot.

But just as he walked to the door, he saw through the transparent window that a tall and strong man who seemed to be the owner of the store pulled the clothes of a girl with brown curly hair, roared and slapped the girl who was about the same age as Ryan.

Ryan: "..."

Bruce: "..."

Maybe it was a good decision for him to tell Selina's physical characteristics before he came?

Before Bruce had time to warn Ryan, he saw the kid in the dark blue cotton jacket take off his jacket and put it over his arms, wearing only a white turtleneck sweater, and entered the shop like the wind.

Bruce: "???"

Raising children is exhausting.

"Let her go!" The child, who was about five feet six inches tall, had sleek, muscular limbs with youthful vigor that certainly didn't deter the bear-looking shopkeeper.

What compelled him to obey the kid and let go of the damned little slut who stole from him was what was in his hand, concealed by his coat - it looked like a pistol.

God, there are still such cold eyes, exactly the same as those terrifying mercenaries on TV!

"Child? Listen to me, isn't that a real gun in your hand?" The shop owner tried to comfort him, and also tried to comfort himself: Maybe there is no gun at all?If there is a gun, he might as well just take it out.

Selina, who had already been let go by the store owner, breathed a sigh of relief. God knows how this stupid bear-like guy grabbed her so swiftly. She almost thought she was going to be sent to the Gotham Police Station again!

But the one who saved her...

Why does it look familiar?

But even if it looks familiar, she has to wait a while before asking, she quickly grabbed her stolen goods and hid behind Ryan: "Put your hands where we can see! Go to the storage room!"

"Okay, okay." The store owner raised his hands tremblingly.Damn it, he still doesn't know if there is a gun under that damn coat!

"Listen, I shouldn't hit your little girlfriend, but she can't steal stuff like that..."

"Go to the storage room! Don't try to play any tricks." Selina interrupted him, her hand shaking Ryan slightly.What if the person changes his mind because of what the stupid bear said?

Ryan glanced at the things in her hand, they were all food, and it seemed that the price was not too expensive.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out the watch he had just removed from his pocket and put it on the cash register.

Taking advantage of the time when the store owner turned his back to open the locker, he took Selina's arm and ran out of the store quickly.

"Hey!" The store owner heard the noise, and immediately realized that he had been cheated, and there really was no pistol at all!

He ran out after him, his speed was agility that seriously didn't match his figure.But he couldn't compare to Catwoman in terms of agility. When he chased through the alley, the figures of the two children had completely disappeared.

He cursed and returned to his small shop, ready to close the shop to clean up the mess.Suddenly saw something shiny with metal on the cash register: "Oh! My God!"

……

"Hey!" Selina took Ryan's arm. She turned around and found that the owner of the shop could no longer be seen, so she found a hidden alley and turned in.

"The watch you gave him! It's enough to buy 100 copies of these things!" She flicked the bag in her hand, staring dissatisfiedly at this boy who she had already labeled as "a fool with a lot of money" the same as Bruce Wayne .

"I thought you should thank me for saving your life first." Ryan frowned, and shook off Selina's hand without a trace.

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you so much!" Catwoman rolled her eyes: "This is the head office."

Ryan rubbed his wrist, nodded seriously, and was about to leave.

Now he can only find something to eat by himself.

Unexpectedly, Selina stopped him: "Where have I seen you? I always think you look familiar."

Ryan also seemed to have some reflections at this time, and he said uncertainly: "...cat?"

"Ah! In the hospital! You are Ryan Black!" Selina finally recalled that this was the third time she had seen him.

"I already owe you twice." She scratched her golden-brown hair with some embarrassment.

Ryan nodded. He was not interested in what she had to say, nor did he think she could help him.

"Are you hungry?" Selina seemed to see that he wanted to leave, raised the bag in her hand, and blocked him without a trace: "I took toast, milk, sausage and some Canned cats."

"Canned cat food?" Ryan was blocked by her and couldn't leave, looking helplessly at the girl who was almost half a head lower than him.

Those beautiful big green eyes were like cat's eyes, and with such agility, they actually dragged him and jumped over from the roof - that made him lose the cotton coat he was holding on to.

No wonder she calls herself Catwoman.

"Yes, except for the toast, the rest is for feeding the cats." Following the catwoman's voice, cat meows, large and small, sounded like a concerto.

It seems that Catwoman's words are the baton in the hands of the conductor.

In the corner, on the top of the wall, and at the entrance of the alley, small green lantern-like eyes appeared almost simultaneously.

The cats approached quickly and gracefully with light steps.

Although their fur is a bit dirty and messy, it can still be seen that they are not as thin as other stray cats, and even a little bloated.

It looks like it is well taken care of.

Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and involuntarily took the canned cat food that Selina handed him, which she had opened.

Almost instantly, he felt like a poor, helpless little Jerry surrounded by a group of Toms.

Those green eyes were fixed on him—the canned cat food in his hand.

Ryan moved his Adam's apple subconsciously.

The fluffy legion jumped up almost at the same time as if they had made an appointment, and rushed towards Ryan.