I haven't been a big brother for many years

Ryan swallowed back what he subconsciously wanted to refute. He looked at the person standing in front of him, a little at a loss.

He kept reassuring himself that Bruce didn't know that it was him under the heavy clothes, so he calmed down a little.

Bruce stood in front of this red and green clown doll with only two short lines of interactive items written on the introduction, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"A real clown?" He flipped through the brochure given when he was holding a circus ticket. It clearly stated that the clown would nod or shake his head to answer the questions that had been bothering him.

Because whoever was underneath that heavy doll-clown suit, they were both strangers to each other.And sometimes it is precisely because other people are unfamiliar enough, maybe in a lifetime, they can only meet him this time, and there will be no intersection since then, so most people can speak freely.

"What should I do? Five bucks a question?" Two lines of explanation in the manual aren't enough to explain how in detail, but Bruce feels it shouldn't be free.

He took out a twenty-dollar bill, rolled it up and put it in the chest pocket of the clown doll.

Ryan: "..." Can you really do whatever you want with money?

Batman: "..." Has he ever done something like this?Hallucination.what a shame...

No, no, it's Ryan who is too much, who knew he wore so many vests.

Bruce couldn't hear the voices of the two of them at all, and directly entered the question-and-answer session unilaterally.

He took a deep breath and seemed only to test the validity of the clown's answer: "Should I be angry that the butler refused to offer me more cookies?"

Ryan froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.He thought what kind of problem it would be, and such money was too easy to earn.

Batman: "..." Being forced to look at black history is really torture.

"Huh?" Bruce tilted his head in doubt, he didn't expect the doll to give him such an answer.

"Do you think I should be mad? What if he's because I have a cavity? Should I stop eating sweets?"

His questions are not like asking what troubles him, but like coaxing children or conducting social questionnaires.

Ryan was a little helpless by his bland question, and nodded again.

Bruce's expression was a little tangled, but he quickly returned to normal.He asked another question, and now the answer was worth five cents: "Shouldn't I be cheating on someone for some particular reason?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Bruce also nodded, and asked again: "If a girl likes me, but I don't like her, should I reject her directly?"

Ryan tilted his head in confusion, and nodded again.

With a hint of doubt on his expression, Bruce took out another twenty-dollar bill and stuffed it into the chest pocket of the clown suit: "Don't you know how to shake your head?"

Ryan froze for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold the oversized doll headgear on his head, and shook his head slightly.

"Is it inconvenient to shake your head?" Bruce smiled: "But you still owe me three questions."

The red and green clown nodded again at this moment.

"...Okay." Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Now there are two questions."

But the clown quickly took out the twenty dollars and slapped it on Bruce's hand.

"Do you want to ask me two questions?" Bruce raised his lips, suddenly curious about the clown.

The clown doll nodded: "Now there are three."

He seemed to be thinking, and was silent for a moment.

"what do you want?"

His voice is very low, with a dull feeling through the thick doll, but it is very pleasant, and there is a sense of familiarity that Bruce can't tell.

Bruce didn't quite understand what his question meant.

"What?" he asked.

"It's nothing...I just wanted to ask, do you prefer girls with blonde hair?" Ryan gave up his question with a sigh.

For a moment, it seemed to him that his question was meaningless and that he might as well get the twenty dollars back.

Bruce had a strange expression on his face, but he still shook his head: "No, I don't have any particular attachment to blonde hair."

"Is Sylvie Galavan the one you're rejecting?"

Bruce nodded.But even more puzzled: "How do you know her?"

"...I saw it in the newspaper." Ryan thought for a while, and made up a reason to prevaricate him. Anyway, Bruce Wayne couldn't take off his hood to see who he is, right?

Bruce really didn't believe his reason. Sylvie Galavan was just his classmate, not a public figure.He looked at the clown in front of him suspiciously.

who is he?Could it be those people from Wayne Co.?Could it be that he found something that threatened them again?

"Bruce?" came Sylvie Galavan's doubtful voice, she trotted over from a tent not far away, and seemed to hold Bruce's arm intimately: "The show is about to start in two hours. , shall we go eat something first?"

"Wait a minute..." Bruce moved his arm to shake her hand away.

"Sir." Ryan interrupted Bruce's words: "We have already settled the bill, and our store is temporarily closed. Welcome to come back next time."

The Joker's smile hasn't changed from start to finish, but Bruce's eyes have.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Sylvie suddenly became wary of him out of a girl's intuition. She could be regarded as pulling Bruce forcefully: "Let's go, Bruce, we have to hurry over."

Bruce took a deep look at the puppet in the red and green clown costume, then followed Sylvie and turned away helplessly.

"Why did you ask him what he wanted?" Batman turned his head, looked at Ryan who was completely buried in his clothes, and asked.

"I don't know." Ryan frowned.

"Bat, do you remember that "To Kill a Mockingbird" I read earlier?"

Batman nodded: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with that book?"

"Courage is knowing that you are doomed to lose before you even start, but still doing it without hesitation, and sticking to it no matter what happens."

Ryan raised his head, his eyes seemed to be through the hood: "I don't understand, bat."

"Why try if you know you're going to fail from the start?"

Batman frowned: "You just think you will fail, if you don't try, how will you know those views are correct."

He paused: "But I don't understand, what does this have to do with Wayne?"

Ryan lowered his eyelashes: "Didn't you hear that? He said he was facing some very dangerous things. When would Bruce Wayne cheat on a girl's feelings? For that 'special reason' he said, he It is obvious that he is still investigating his parents."

"Maybe he is that kind of person?" If it can make Ryan give up his bizarre but accurate guess, it doesn't matter if he mistakes his "self" for that kind of playboy, anyway, he has already adapted to play that role.

Batman frowned. He felt that "I" should have no other meaning to convey to Ryan, because he was a complete stranger to "I" under the doll suit.

How could he possibly want to convey a message to a stranger?

Ryan shook his head: "I also hope that these are just my conjectures. But what if this is the case? What if he really wants to tell me something? It's not me, it can be anyone, he wants to ask for help. "

"Alfred knew what he was thinking, but he tried his best to stop him. Even though Alfred knew that maybe revenge was the only way to make Bruce forget the pain, even if it was the wrong way."

Batman's eyes widened in surprise: "Cookies? But maybe he just complained subconsciously."

"He's afraid of me, bat. If it's just a subconscious metaphor, how scared would he be if he wants to tell strangers this?"

"But even though he was afraid, he still didn't hesitate." Ryan bit his lower lip and lowered his eyes.

"He's not like me. Anything I do is because I'm sure enough that I know I can do it myself, or because they force me to do it..."

"But Bruce is different. He has the 'bravery' mentioned in the book. If he chooses to let go of the past and give the murderer full power to the police and the courts to investigate and deal with, he will grow up safely. Because those who killed his parents Nobody decides to kill him. But if he insists on exploring it himself..."

"As for? For the so-called truth. He still has Alfred, he can live without any worries."

"Ryan." Batman sighed: "That's his choice."

What's more, in Gotham, laws and rules have become tools for the court of owls, and those rules can't bring real criminals to justice at all.

"What about you?" Ryan took off the headgear, revealing some wet hair and bright red eyes full of persistence.

"Knowing that the road ahead is a one-way street that will never be bright and dark, and knowing that you may never return, don't you turn back? Aren't you afraid?"

In his eyes, the truth is sometimes not important, as long as everyone he knows can survive in the world safely, that is enough.He also doesn't want to take revenge, there is no need, all he wants to do is cherish the present.

"Then it will be the light." Batman watched Ryan quietly, put his hand on his head, and comforted him.

We can live in the dark, we can curl up in the dark and lick our wounds, but we can never forget that the place where we really live should be under the light.

"Besides, what do I have to be afraid of? As long as you are still here, I am not afraid of anything." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he moved his right wrist lightly. Even though he was wearing gloves, he still I can feel the temperature on Ryan's body.