I haven't been a big brother for many years

"David."

Ryan evoked a faint smile, pulled out the dagger from the clown's waist, and slammed it behind him.

"Ding." With a light metal sound, the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

And that sharp front didn't leave the slightest trace on the person named "David".

"What about him?" The man named David narrowed his bright red eyes, and the corners of his lips raised a vague smile, as if he didn't care what Ryan wanted to do, or he felt that he was hurt at all. less than yourself.

The clown widened his eyes, glanced back and forth between the two, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of twin brother is he?"

David, who might be called Ryan from another world, is still surrounded by radiant fluorescent green light.There was a smile on the corner of his lips, but it made people feel cold limbs for no reason.

"I'll ask again, what about him?" He was getting impatient, the energy of the Time Stone and the Space Stone wasn't enough for him to stay here for too long, after all, this wasn't his world.

The clown closed his mouth keenly, and he still noticed the difference between the two "Ryans", such as the black line on the neck of "David", such as his right eye covered by gauze, such as the A danger as thick as blood.

"Are you in such a hurry? Don't sit still?" Ryan ignored his threat at all, he slowly picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, and played with it in his hand: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, Davide Dumacher .”

David sneered: "You really annoy me the most in all universes, Ryan. Don't you find it annoying to keep playing with these things?"

"I've already killed a fake Bruce Wayne. Do you think he might have escaped? Give him to me obediently. I might consider letting the two of you die together."

"Really?" Ryan shrugged indifferently: "But, it seems that I have lied to you twice, Lord David."

His scarlet eyes, which are almost exactly the same as David's, were full of hidden hatred, and the dagger cut towards the bright green light again in the next second, but this time, he aimed at David's Eye.

The curvature of the corners of David's lips remained unchanged, and strong malice danced in his scarlet pupils. He was not afraid of the knife at all, and even looked forward to it.

Just the next second, the fluorescent green light carried him along and disappeared into the air. Ryan barely stopped the arm swinging the dagger, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The clown finally came closer: "He is the one you were waiting for? Why did he leave?"

Ryan turned the dagger around and glanced at him casually: "He will come back."

Every time he activates this magic about time, David will get a coordinate.

Only this time, he got the correct time coordinate.

Green light once again appeared in the air.

The clown moaned irritably: "No, he's back again? To be honest, I don't like your twin brother very much."

"Really?" Ryan threw back the dagger in his hand to the clown, half-closed his eyes to see who was coming, and he quickly pounced on his prey like some kind of big cat. — A black figure that has faded from the green spherical light.

"Brucie."

……

"Get me out of here, bat." Ryan grabbed Bruce's arm tightly, as if it was his last straw.

The fear and anger that filled my mind when I killed the puppeteer seemed to reappear in my mind along with his photo.

"Ryan." Batman held Ryan in his arms worriedly, and things began to lose his control after arriving at the circus, so that it has evolved to this point now.

He still didn't expect that the owl court could ignore the shackles of the law like this.Didn't expect Gotham to be full of their eyes either.

"Ryan?" James Gordon took out his gun. It wasn't that he was afraid of a child, but that the child suddenly violated the common sense of physics and floated in mid-air.

"Why are people who buy and sell organs still alive? But I have to bear the crime of killing?" Those scarlet eyes seemed to have been swallowed by hatred: "Why are those who committed crimes still alive? Those who have lived deserve to die?"

"They don't have time to track down the cause of the Wayne couple's death, but call for justice for an organ trafficker?"

"Ryan." Batman covered him with a cloak, and the bat gun broke the glass, and jumped out of the window on the fourth floor.

James Gordon looked down hastily from the window, just as a child disappeared from his sight, and then the window was inexplicably broken.

If he hadn't witnessed all this with his own eyes, he would have almost started scolding his subordinates. How did this happen?

And those words.

James Gordon frowned, recovering from the shock just now, those words... Maybe the kid named Ryan knew something?

As he thought about the child, a name suddenly occurred to him: Lane Black.

He hurriedly dug out the file, looked at the file marked "death", and saw a familiar name from it: Bruce Wayne.

……

"Put me down, bat." Ryan put his arms around Bruce's neck, hanging from him almost like a koala.

"How are you feeling?" Bruce sighed, still holding the almost 15-year-old in his arms, he looked into those eyes.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but those eyes have changed from scarlet to crimson.

They stopped at the end of an alley. During the day, there was almost no one here, and even if there were two more people, they did not attract any attention.

"I can't figure it out." Seeing that bat was still refusing to put him down, Ryan simply buried his cheek in the socket of his shoulder and rubbed it subconsciously.

It's just that the softness of the armor doesn't suit his liking.

"For a moment." His voice sounded muffled over the carbon-fiber jacket. "I went through a hundred times in my head how to take James Gordon's gun and kill everyone in the GCPD."

"Or I won't kill them, but I can force them to tell the name of the organization and the members of that organization."

"I know they are playing tricks." He raised his face to look at Batman again, his eyes became a little foggy.

"They are bad people." Bruce put his forehead against his forehead: "For this reason, do you think it doesn't matter if you kill them?"

Ryan nodded obediently, he was indeed right in thinking so.

"Then why did you ask me to take you away again? Can't you take Gordon's gun?" Bruce tried to persuade him.

"No." Ryan shook his head: "That's really easy, but I think... emm" He buried the thief back on Bruce's shoulder.

"What do you think?" Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Will you be unhappy if I do that?" He grabbed Bruce's cloak to cover his face, only showing a pair of eyes staring at him unblinkingly: "Will you hate me because of this?"

Bruce froze for a moment, and pinched his nose funny: "Before you snatched Gordon's gun, were you thinking about these things in your little head?"

Those repressed emotions seemed to be cleared out of his head by the little Ryan with a broom in an instant. Bruce shook his head, put his chin on his hair, and rubbed gently: "Ryan."

"I know that this world makes you almost see no light, because I have almost despaired of this world. I also know that you like Jerome Valeska very much." The child in her arms froze for a moment and then felt very Just relax.

"You will always have the ability to make the world change for you someday. But not now, and not with some means that are used to kill."

"You'll have a better way, Ryan."

He gently rubbed his hair: "One day you will understand, but I'm still very happy, you will stop those thoughts because of me."

"Actually, I don't like Jerome very much." Ryan quibbled in a low voice, and then muttered something, but Bruce didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?"

"I said that I like something more specific." Ryan raised his voice, but every time he said a word, his voice dropped again.

He didn't say that he liked someone else from beginning to end.

Bruce shook his head helplessly: "Okay. Now tell me why you are so angry."

"I..." Ryan bit his lower lip lightly: "Because I think it's unfair."

"Even if Jerome shouldn't kill people, he did it for me. He told me to run until the end."

"And if he wasn't really cornered, how could he choose to do that? His mother must have done a lot of bad things to him."

"Are you willing to believe him?" Bruce's expression was a little strange: "Actually, I don't want you to talk about him, I just want you to talk about yourself."

"Okay, myself." Ryan nodded: "The puppeteer killed so many people, but the GCPD only wanted to claim justice for him. What about the people who died in his hands? And those of the Wayne couple Really good people, the GCPD has not yet found the real culprits who killed them."

"I mean, don't you feel wronged because you were wronged?"

"But I did kill the puppet master. To be honest, they didn't wrong me." Ryan pondered for a moment, lowered his eyes, and the GCPD did not arrest the wrong person when they wanted to arrest him.

So you feel angry all for someone else?

Bruce held his wrist, and just about to say something, Ryan broke free and slipped out of his arms very smoothly.

It wasn't because he sensed Bruce's intentions, but something flashed in his mind: "Bruce Wayne! They've found me! Something must be done to Bruce! Bat!"

"Ryan." Bruce withdrew his hand and rubbed his temples with a headache: "I still agree with Jerome's words, and think about it for yourself occasionally."