I haven't been a big brother for many years

"They ran away!" Gordon slammed his fist on the wall angrily, "Where can we find them now?" His gaze hurriedly passed over the white roses that had been dyed red on the ground, My heart tightened.

That child probably won't survive... so much blood.

He sighed, and his heart became more and more angry, angry with the actions of those thugs, and also angry with himself for his incompetence.

He didn't even bring back Bruce Wayne.

"Jim." Harvey Bullock shook his head and patted him on the shoulder.They need to recover from the pain, which is why he doesn't like this job. No one will ever care about the fragile and sensitive heart of Uncle Police, so he always carries whiskey with him.

"Ring ring ring." Gordon's phone rang suddenly at this moment, it was Alfred Pennyworth.

"Sorry..." His words of apology stuck in his mouth, his eyes widened in surprise: "Bruce went back?"

But just a few minutes ago, those monks took him away.

Alfred sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He glanced at the well-behaved young master sitting on the sofa: "Yes, he is at school all day today." He also contacted the school teacher and confirmed his The good young master did not lie.

"What?" Gordon frowned, so who was the man on the cross that all of them saw just now!

"It was my negligence. I didn't contact the school to confirm the situation immediately after receiving the call from the kidnapper." Alfred looked extremely tired, and he was already having a headache from the recent incidents.

"No, I also received the same call and believed it was true, didn't I?" A great panic suddenly emerged in his heart, and Gordon went back to check the number of police officers, and confirmed that they had no casualties, and no one was missing.

What was the purpose of those monks?Kidnapping an unfounded Bruce Wayne, disappearing as inexplicably as he appeared, without even posing any attack on the GCPD, they looked like the innocent party, interrupted by their sudden appearance.

Except for the child whose life and death are unknown now.

There are also "supernatural phenomena" that appear on him that are against the common sense of physics.

Gordon lowered his head and thought, could it be that the monk's real purpose is Ryan?

He stood up again and arranged a new temporary task for the police officers: "We have to follow the blood to find the child."

A thought suddenly flashed in Batman's mind. He really had no memory of this incident, because he was not kidnapped at all, and the person who was tied up was a clone made by the court of owls long ago.

Then those monks are undoubtedly the claws of the court.

And their purpose, I am afraid, was not to kill "Bruce Wayne" from the beginning, but to lure Ryan Black out.

However, what they want to do is probably not to kill him.Batman remembered the strange look on the monk's face, probably trying to catch him.

No one thought that Ryan would rush out at that time.

But now, he lowered his head and wiped away the blood on the face of the person in his arms, the body that was losing temperature had already become a little stiff.

He might have to take Ryan to the owl court with his own hands.

If the Joker is telling the truth, only the Court of Owls can revive him now.

"My God!" A terrified scream interrupted his thoughts, Batman turned around, and was surprised to find that the place where he landed was the entrance of a small shop named colourful.

All the beef in Christine's hands fell to the ground, and her eyes showed a bright horror, but she still tentatively approached.

She couldn't believe that the child she had only known a few hours ago was now lying in a pool of blood.

"Hughes!" She called her husband's name, telling him to come out of the store quickly.

"What have you been yelling?" Hughes Rendon hurriedly dried his hands with the apron around his waist, and pushed open the door helplessly: "Oh! God!" He ran over quickly, hugged his wife and kept shaking body of.

"That kid...Damn it, if you let me know who did it..." Hughes gritted his teeth fiercely, and his three white eyes looked even more fierce.

"Ryan!" Selina hurriedly chased after the blood, with tears that hadn't dried up on her face, and threw herself into the pool of blood regardless.

Tears kept dripping from her emerald green cat eyes. She held Ryan's face tremblingly, knelt on the ground, and stroked his already cold face with her hands over and over again.

This was a movement she had never dared to do before, just looking at that too delicate face made her heart beat faster.

But now, she knew those crimson eyes, her favorite, would never open again.

The moment the blood gushed out of his body, she just fell to the ground in a daze, unable to do anything while sitting there.

The pale rose was instantly dyed red under the dim light, and her fear continued to expand along with the sound of liquid dripping.

The cold and viscous blood gradually soaked her clothes.

Hughes let go of his wife's arm and stood up.

He handed Selina an old but clean handkerchief: "His name...is Ryan?"

Selina didn't take his handkerchief but just hugged the corpse in her arms in a daze.

And a voice that did not belong to anyone present sounded, with some regret and a smile: "That's right, his name is Ryan." Sure enough, this method still drew him out.

Selina raised her head abruptly, and the people standing behind Hughes were none other than the sharp claws that were chasing after them.

The leader's sharp claws threw away the obstructing robe, and smiled casually: "The most distressing and unacceptable thing is that when the flowers of life are in full bloom, they suddenly wither."

He shook his head regretfully, as if Ryan's death was not caused by him at all.

"You don't have the right to say such things! A murderer!" Selina yelled word by word through gritted teeth. She had been swallowed up by anger, put Ryan back on the ground, and pulled out the whip behind her waist.

"Little friend." Sharp Claw smiled, "You know you can't beat me." He dodged Catwoman's whip lightly, full of interest like a cat playing with a mouse.

Taking advantage of the moment Selina retracted her whip, he grabbed her arm and threw her out.

"What are you going to do?" Hughes widened his eyes in fear, but still stopped in front of him, blocking Ryan's body.

"I advise you to get out of the way." Sharp Claw held back his smile, he was a little impatient.

"You can't do this." He stubbornly stopped in front of the claw, while desperately winking at Christine, signaling her to go back to the small shop as soon as possible, and it is best to keep these monsters out of the door.

Sharp Claw raised his eyebrows and broke the old man's left leg without any warning. He ignored the wailing in his ears and walked straight past Hughes, hugging his dazzling white hair that was dyed red in a pool of blood. teenager.

Christine rushed towards the howling Hughes in horror: "Hughes, Hughes, take a deep breath, I'll call a doctor for you right away... Don't scare me, Hughes!"

Talon clearly had little interest in the unremarkable old couple, who had achieved their purpose and quickly left the scene.

Batman looked back at Hughes, who was screaming in pain, and the anxious Christine beside him, and Selina, who was lying on the ground and struggling.He turned his head, lowered his eyes, and followed the claw.

"Can I stop making my lab so bloody every time?" Dr. Hugo Strange, wearing a pair of orange glasses, complained as he put on his gloves slowly.

It's just that although he complained, there was a happy expression on his face.

He checked the condition of the young man lying on the operating table. The cause of death was excessive blood loss. The only wound on his body was a huge knife wound around his waist and abdomen. He checked carefully and couldn't help being surprised: "Huh?"

The brown-haired man in a Prussian blue suit was sitting on the side watching Hugo and Talon busy, and the gentleman sitting leisurely asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Hugo looked back at the psychopath who was a psychiatrist (he thought he was much better than him), and pointed to the huge wound on the corpse: "Look here, it's at least five or six centimeters deep. , but the strange thing is that the knife of the claw did not cut the left kidney and large intestine."

"It's like, he only peeled off the outer skin and didn't hurt the internal organs at all."

"That's impossible." Talon frowned, and his knife didn't have eyes.

"It's very interesting." The psychiatrist, who is familiar with the structure of the human body, and whose name is Hannibal and pronounced Ogre, smiled with interest: "Isn't it?"

"That's right." Dr. Hugo deftly used absorbable thread to pass through the surgical needle made of metal soaked in the pool water of Jerusalem, and carefully stitched up the huge wound: "It's just that the methods of using cryotherapy and electric shock are still somewhat Not very mature, his memory must be very confused when he wakes up, and it depends on you, Hannibal."

"What kind of character does the court want to brainwash him into this time?" He glanced at the special hair color with interest, and couldn't help asking, "Angel?"

"The prince who represents light and justice. How about it?" Sharp Claw took out a thin booklet of fairy tales, on which was a picture of a well-known prince from traditional fairy tales. He was dressed in pure white armor and had short golden hair. With blue eyes, he stood in front of the dragon's corpse with a sword in his hand, holding the rescued blonde princess with one hand.

He smiled maliciously: "The idea of ​​the congressmen is to send him to Bruce Wayne's school, that is, the Devil's Nest, and take the opportunity to kill the evil dragon. Be a prince who endures humiliation."

Hugo clicked his tongue. He really didn't agree with the court's concept. If they hadn't supported his experiment, he wouldn't have stayed here to work for that absurd institution.

Hannibal raises an eyebrow. He doesn't care what happens in Gotham.Because he was not employed by the court, he came here simply out of curiosity about Hugo's "resurrection experiment": "Kill Bruce Wayne?" He suspected that these people were crazy.

"That's right." Sharp Claw didn't notice the strangeness in his tone, and raised his chest proudly: "After all, we still have a clone who is exactly like him."

Outside the dimly lit observation room, Hugo was drinking the coffee brought by his female assistant while listening to her report: "Theo Galavan intends to pay some money to buy some patients from Arkham. He also proposed many benefit."

Hugo is now the dean of Arkham in name, although he spends more time in the Indian Hills beneath Arkham.

"Theo Galavan?" Hugo was a little surprised by the name, he had never heard of this person.

"He's an executive at Wayne Co."

"Hmm..." Hugo took a sip of his coffee. In Wayne's case, the court must have approved the deal.He nodded: "Anyone is fine, but Jerome Valeska must be sent to him, otherwise we will suffer."

He was quite tired of that brat who had no idea what he was thinking.

"I understand." The female assistant thoughtfully closed the door for him.

Hugo continued to stare at the tight blond boy in the observation room who was tied up with a restraint belt—that too special silver-white hair had been dyed golden.

They thought he was about to wake up.

He waited idly for a while in front of the huge one-way glass, and finally his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Hugo stood up a little excitedly, he pressed a button, and those restraint belts were automatically untied.He moved closer to the glass, waiting for his action.

Batman also saw the trembling of his eyelashes, quietly waiting for him to wake up.

Those eyes finally tremblingly opened under the expectation of the two. In the scarlet eyes, there was the alienation and indifference that Bruce had seen in him, like a beautiful doll in the window.

He slowly sat up from the bed, not wondering why he appeared here, but turned his gaze to Batman in the corner, but his expression was not the doubt that should appear, but a blank expression, as if he was concerned about something. don't care.

Dr. Hugo switched on the microphone excitedly: "Welcome back, my child."

He asked a clever question to make sure his memory wasn't as messed up as they'd guessed: "Do you remember your name? My boy."

Ryan shifted his gaze from Bruce to the loudspeaker in the corner, put it back on his hand, and replied in an uncertain tone: "My name...is Jordan Rendon?"

Hugo evoked a smile. Sure enough, he was about to continue to induce him, but was interrupted by Ryan's question.

"...It's still Ryan." He cast his eyes uncertainly on the man in black who had been silent in the corner, and he always felt that this man was a little familiar.

The author has something to say:

The passage of the claw seems to be Lu Yao's, so I don't remember much.

qwq I don't want Lai Bao to die either, but...

Whenever this time, I must silently say that I am he

I can only play a small theater to compensate you

"What to do?" Dick stared dumbfounded at the Batmobile that he and Ryan had turned into scrap metal in front of him. They were dead, and it would be strange if Bruce didn't send them to Black Gate Prison when he came back.

"Hmm." Ryan half-closed his crimson eyes, thought for a moment, and brought a few bottles of spray paint from the utility room.

"Okay." He looked at the Joker's iconic smiley face and "hahaha" and a bunch of messy graffiti on the Batmobile with purple spray paint with satisfaction.Smiling, he took Dick's shoulders: "Let's go."

It's really easy to shake the pot or something.