I haven't been a big brother for many years

"...What are you talking about." Ryan widened his eyes, and he felt his cheeks burning up little by little, hotter than when he was wearing a hood: "Suddenly say this."

He immediately put the hood back on his head, blocking bat's line of sight, and whispered in the hood: "If you want to say it, don't say it now... You bastard."

Batman rubbed the palm of his right hand with his left fingertips, and he found that to some extent, bullying Ryan in this way could not only quickly change the subject, but also sweep away his somewhat depressed mood.

It is easy to make him feel better unexpectedly by being around, but this requires a prerequisite, that is, the two of them are alone.

Once the third person appeared in the scene, his mood became uncontrollably bad.

Especially when Jerome Valeska shows up.

Jerome, who was only wearing a single suit, stopped beside Ryan out of breath, and he helped Ryan's shoulders carelessly: "Sorry, I was called to help by someone in the circus temporarily, please."

His face was full of sincere guilt, and there were crystal beads of sweat on his forehead, which had already wet his orange-red hair.Doesn't look like he's lying.

"It's okay." Ryan supported the extremely inconvenient headgear on his head and shook his head: "Some people gave me a lot of tips." Especially Bruce Wayne.

"Let's go, you must be hungry, I'll take you to eat something." Jerome thought for a while: "You must not refuse, I will cook myself."

He held Ryan's shoulders and pulled him towards the place where he lived in an irresistible gesture.

Ryan thought for a while, but did not resist his kindness.

"I forgot to buy some vegetables and came back." Jerome scratched his hair annoyedly. He used the only small table in the car as a dining table. A small pot of onion soup and two crab cakes were already placed on it. , he also cooked three extra crayfish, but they didn't look too fresh.

Ryan reckoned that was all he could get out of it.

"It's already a lot." Ryan smiled politely: "Where's your mother? Shouldn't we wait for her?"

Jerome's expression froze for a short moment, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question at this time, but he soon recovered his smile: "The performance is about to start, she should be preparing backstage."

"What is your mother performing?" Ryan was a little curious.

"She's a circus snake dancer." Jerome lowered his eyes and replied casually as he poured most of the onion soup into Ryan's bowl.

He didn't seem to want to talk about his mother much.Lane noticed.

Jerome put the plate with two crab cakes in front of Ryan, and the plate with three crayfish in his hand, and said after deliberation: "Have you left your family?"

In his heart, he felt some sympathy for this boy who was younger than himself.

The moment he saw Ryan, he almost guessed something from his attire, so he didn't wait for Ryan to answer, and he took up his next sentence: "Do you want to stay? I will soon Here I can be with you."

"Leaving the circus? With your mother?" Ryan didn't quite understand what he meant.

Jerome put down the peeled lobster: "No, I'm alone." He wiped his hands with a clean but very old towel, and touched the top of Ryan's head: "I just think it's time for me to leave here, Otherwise I..." would be driven insane.

Jerome stopped the conversation in time and smiled a little forcedly.

"I just don't think I can stay here forever." He put some meat from the belly of the crayfish on the crab cake in front of Ryan: "Do you want to try it? But you can only eat a little."

Ryan used a fork to pick up the crayfish meat, which Jerome had peeled completely. He must have done this countless times.

Crayfish meat should be the only meat that the poor citizens of Gotham City can afford, and sometimes it is even cheaper than onions and potatoes.

But logically speaking, the income of the circus should not be too low.

Ryan lowered his head and took a sip, and it turned out that something had gone bad. He frowned slightly, but still ate up the shrimp meat.

Jerome also quickly peeled the three crayfish and ate them clean.

Ryan picked up a crab cake and took a bite. This dish is not like the delicacy that should appear on this table. It tastes unexpectedly good. The bread crumbs on the outside are fried very crispy. The umami and the taste of lemon juice are perfectly mixed together. Even though there are more mashed potatoes in the cake and only a small part of crab meat, Ryan still quickly finished a piece.

Jerome looked at him with a smile: "Is it delicious? It's yours now, I'm allergic to crab meat."

Ryan raised his head, froze for a moment, then nodded, he was really hungry.

Leaning against the railing, James Gordon and Harvey Bullock chatted casually.

"Think about it, Jim, at least you rescued Barbara, didn't you?" Harvey held up the wine bottle and took a sip. He didn't have the idea of ​​sharing the wine with his partner: "Speaking of which, what do you want to drink at night?" Going out on a date with Dr. Tompkins?" He blinked and grinned maliciously.

"How do you know?" Gordon looked at his partner in surprise, who had just promised Lee Tompkins, his current girlfriend.She was fine everywhere, but the fact that she suddenly chose to work in the Gotham Police Department made him feel a little awkward.

"I was the last one in the whole police department to know about this." Harvey teased.

Gordon took a deep breath helplessly. The focus of his good colleagues was not on the case at all, they only focused on these messy things all day long: "Yes, we are going to the circus together, there is a performance tonight .”

"I'll go with you tomorrow. I'll stay here tonight. There's no bus going to the city so late." Jerome suggested to Ryan while washing the dishes, "Lyan?"

Without getting a response from Ryan, he looked back suspiciously at the silver-haired child who was supposed to be sitting on the bed behind him: "Ryan? What's wrong with you?" Jerome threw down the plate and hurried over to check his situation.

"Hmm..." He thought that he probably ate those not-so-fresh shrimp meat, and he felt a severe cramping pain in his abdomen, and beads of sweat dripped down his fair face and onto the bed.

"Is your stomach upset?" Jerome frowned, quickly opened the drawer by the bedside, and rummaged through it.

Batman supported him behind him, his brows were tightly frowned, and he carefully wiped off the sweat on Ryan's head: "It should be that you ate too much at one time, and you ate very little of those shrimp meat."

"It hurts..." Ryan pressed his abdomen tightly and leaned against the bat. He felt a severe burning sensation in his stomach.

"There are still some stomach medicines." Jerome took out a small box, quickly scanned the text on it, took out two medicines and handed them to Ryan.He turned around and ran out of the RV, and quickly returned with a glass of cold water.

Jerome stretched out his arm to support Ryan: "Drink some medicine." His face was full of anxiety, and he looked very remorseful.He pressed his hand on the upper part of Ryan's abdominal cavity and rubbed it gently: "How does it feel like it hurts? What did you eat during the day?"

Ryan shook his head slightly, bit his lip and said nothing. For the first time, he knew that stomach pain was so terrible.

"Drink the medicine first." Jerome supported him and continued to massage his abdomen.He held the pill to Ryan's lips.

Ryan continued to shake his head, lowered his head and vomited out violently.

Jerome was taken aback, hurriedly helped him up, and patted Ryan on the back: "Do you feel better?"

Bat stood aside, worried and at the same time suddenly felt like he was a bit redundant? ? ?

It must be his illusion.

Jerome handed the cup to Ryan, helped him to rinse his mouth, watched him swallow the pill, and helped him back to the bed: "Lie down first, and tell me if you still feel uncomfortable."

Ryan nodded vigorously, his already pale cheeks were even less bloody now.But he felt much better than before, and fell asleep in a daze.

Jerome tidied up the floor, put on his coat again, turned and went out the door.

Soon, he came back with a carton of milk.

Making sure his voice was quiet enough not to disturb Ryan, he heated the carton of milk and poured it into a mug.Then he woke up Ryan carefully, and helped him to sit up: "Come on, drink some milk, you will feel much better."

Leaning tiredly in his arms, Ryan lowered his head and drank some milk that was not hot, but just warm.The hot liquid flowed down his throat, making him feel warmed up: "Thank you." He thanked politely, his voice was extra soft because of his weakness.

"It's okay, I should say I'm sorry." Jerome put Ryan's half glass of milk on the side cabinet, and tried the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand.He breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't have a fever.

Ryan shook his head slightly, and lay back on the bed with Jerome's support. His eyes unconsciously swept across the table beside him, where the tips he had earned before were still there——Jerome Tom didn't even touch it.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in Ryan's heart, he felt as if he was very lucky.

"Jim, sometimes it is necessary to relax." Dr. Lee Tompkins held James Gordon's arm intimately. She was suffering from an occupational disease. She advised her boyfriend to empty his mind and enjoy the performance with peace of mind. .

"I know, Lee." Gordon was helpless, but he couldn't be happy anyway, and his mind was already used to focusing on the Gotham Police Department.He forced a smile, hoping to appease his girlfriend.

But Li's mind was already focused on the performance and seeing that he obeyed his own words, he didn't go into it further, and already set his sights on the actors on stage.

The Flying Graysons are well known throughout Gotham and their performances are fantastic.

Gordon boredly focused his attention on the audience in the front row. Analyzing these audiences was much more interesting than acting.

His eyes flicked from audience to audience, and stopped on a somewhat familiar figure: "Bruce?" He frowned, sure that it was the billionaire Bruce Wayne who had been missing for ten hours.

"How did he get here?" Li's eyes were attracted by his puzzled voice, and she also recognized Bruce Wayne at a glance, but she saw more than James Gordon, she saw the sitting Sylvie Galavan beside him.

"Could it be that he took his girlfriend to skip class and go on a date?" Li blinked in disbelief.

The author has something to say:

To explain, when the comics were released, crayfish were eaten by the poor in the port, and the price was very cheap.Then most people who can eat seafood are not allergic to crab meat...

But livestock products, such as milk and beef, are very expensive.

So Mr. Ugly...is really nice to Ryan.

But little angels should remember that milk and shrimp cannot be eaten together, at least two hours apart.But milk, especially warm milk, is great for stomach pain relief.