I haven't been a big brother for many years

The slightly raised corners of his lips froze when he heard the sound of "Ryan", and the blond-haired, red-eyed boy hung up his expressionless face again, turning his scarlet eyes, suppressing all his emotions, as if Back to the puppet's "standby mode".

The guards rushed up immediately and isolated Ryan.

But Dr. Hugo waved his hand to make them retreat first.After all, no matter how strong the young man in front of him is, he has no weapons.

"Jordan Rendon." His expression looked helpless. This child directly ruined all subsequent plans of the court. Now Bruce Wayne can't die, and there is only one clone.Dr. Hugo didn't even need to check whether the clone lying on the ground with wide-eyed eyes was still breathing, that position was too accurate.

But he has no way to revive the dead whose heart has been damaged.

If it weren't for the confirmation that Ryan shouldn't know that he is a clone of Bruce Wayne, he almost felt that he didn't have amnesia at all.

Those scarlet eyes looked at him upon hearing the words, but did not reveal the slightest emotion.

Dr. Hugo could only sigh, not knowing how to explain it to Talon.Claw had only been gone for a few minutes before the court's plans fell apart.

He could only call Harley Quinn again and ask her to take Ryan to Hannibal.

Dr. Hannibal wasn't in his room, and Harry didn't know where he was.

She thought for a while, told Ryan to wait in Hannibal's room obediently, then turned and left.

Probably to see Dr. Hannibal.

Ryan looked at his hands that were still stained with blood, and suddenly asked a question: "Why are you the only one surprised that I will kill someone?" He could see that the guards and maids were surprised by his sudden movement, but they Clearly thought it was no big deal that he would kill.

He was surprised that he could kill, except for this man whom no one could see but himself.

He didn't take his eyes off the dried blood on his hands. In fact, he felt that he should hate these colors, but for some reason, he now enjoys them a little.

"What?" Bruce didn't understand what he wanted to ask.

"What's my last name?" Ryan raised his head and looked at Bruce: "You should know."

"Blake."

A black and white picture suddenly flashed in his mind: the man sitting on the sofa was stroking the little child's head, he couldn't see his face clearly, only the smile on his face: "I should have thrown Down with you. Just like your grandpa Edward used to do to me."

The tall man murmured as if he was talking to himself: "Joker, he is such a joke."

"This is our family, do you understand? The dirty blood keeps flowing."

The picture came to an abrupt end, and Ryan grabbed the man in black's hand suddenly: "Then who are you? What do you want to do?"

Bruce sighed, this was the third time he answered Ryan's question: "You can call me bat, all I want to do is stay here with you."

Those scarlet eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect him to say such a thing.The scene in front of him turned again, and he saw the man in armor like a costume hugging a boy with silver hair and red eyes, and said softly to him: "I will always be by your side to help you, no matter what you want to do. What. You're the whole reason I'm here."

That's him.

He's almost sure that even though he doesn't even know what he looks like now, he still thinks it's him.

only...

"Lian?" The sound of the door being pushed open interrupted his thinking, and Doctor Hannibal pretended to be surprised, looking at the boy inside the room.

Ryan turned his gaze to Hannibal. He knew the voice, and the "doctor" himself sounded very similar to his voice. He looked very gentle and elegant, making people subconsciously want to get close and trust him.

The "doctor" wore a Prussian blue handmade suit with a tie tied in a double Windsor knot and a small silver flower pinned to the front.He was dressed much more elegantly than Dr. Hugo, as if he was not a doctor at all, but a gentleman from a family with a deep heritage.

Hannibal had a gentle smile, but his heart was throbbing with curiosity.Of course, he didn't stay in the room on purpose. He went to the monitoring room and observed Ryan's every move through the camera. Of course, he also heard his questions.

He felt that the child probably developed a second personality under the stimulation of the electric shock, but such a personality that can have free dialogue is relatively rare, and his personality can be independent.

This is indeed different from some previous cases.

So even though the task Hugo gave him was to ask about some "abnormalities" about Ryan, what he wanted to know more about was his condition.After all, even though he is an ogre, he is also a competent enough psychiatrist.

So, after a proper chat with Ryan, he asked the question he really wanted to ask: "Can you see someone?"

The pair of bright red pupils shrank suddenly, and Ryan asked almost without thinking: "Can you see him?"

Sure enough, Hannibal's smile was somewhat inscrutable. He didn't answer Ryan's question, but just smiled.

This made Ryan almost think that the doctor in front of him could see the man in black who claimed to be bat, if bat hadn't shook his head.

Ryan instantly restrained his surprise and returned to his expressionless face.

This change in Ryan made Hannibal raise his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect such a development, but in this case, he simply shook his head and admitted that he couldn't see it: "So, do you know what he is? I guess he may be your second personality, or some kind of image you imagined."

Ryan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.He didn't care what he wanted to say, but the psychiatrist in front of him was far less trustworthy than bat.

"Okay." Hannibal was a little regretful, and finally turned the topic to the main topic: "Your actions just now shocked everyone, but unfortunately, the person you killed was not Bruce Wayne, my prince. ’” He didn’t say that Talon was going mad, but he offered them another option.

"But now, your mission has changed."

Ryan imitated Hannibal's smile and smiled gently: "Go to Bruce Wayne and make sure he doesn't know anything about this organization, right?"

"You really didn't believe in those false memories at all, Ryan." Hannibal praised: "You are very smart, that's right, this is the new mission."

"Aren't you going to give me any punishment?"

"Punishment? Why should you be punished?" Hannibal looked a little surprised: "You are completing your own mission, aren't you? Kill Bruce Wayne."

"However..." He held Ryan's shoulders, and his smile was full of meaning: "Don't let them see that you already know that you are not His Royal Highness, Ryan Black."

"This is an accessory." Dr. Hugo patted the blond boy who was about as tall as his shoulder and wearing a pure white dress, and said to Theo Galavan.

"Is that him? The court is going to send him to Gotham Public School." Theo looked carefully at Ryan's face. For some reason, he always felt that this face was a little familiar to him.

Yes, he remembered, the girl with blonde hair and red film at the last Wayne Charity Gala, he also asked his good niece to dress up as that girl, because Bruce Wayne obviously had something special about that girl s concern.

With soft blond hair in tiny curls, Ryan had a gentle smile on his face: "Hi, I'm Jordan Rendon." His manners were impeccable. The lines of the muscles are perfectly outlined, like a prince who really walked out of the Middle Ages.

"Okay." Theo put away his scrutiny and shook hands with him friendly: "Then let's go, Jordan."

Daytime in Gotham City can give the illusion that the city is so peaceful that all crime is hidden under the bright daylight.

During the day, the criminals may walk by your side in suits and leather shoes, or he may be a handsome gentleman who kindly opens the car door and pulls out the seat for you.

But once they entered the night, they tore off the human skin and picked up all kinds of weapons, as if human beings had a clear plan, broke into other people's homes and carried out brutal massacres without any legal consequences.

Fortunately, it is still daytime, and the lunatics are also busy making plans for the evening carnival.

At this moment, Ryan followed Theo Galavan into the hall of his impenetrable mansion, accompanied by Harley Quinn, a beautiful female psychiatrist who insisted on coming here.

The red-haired man who was waving a samurai sword in the corner suddenly turned his head as if sensing something, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he showed the same smile as usual: "Ah Ha, look who our careerist has brought in again? Harley, oh my sweetheart."

"Shut up your ridiculous remarks." Chucked Greenwood Dobbin, one of his clinical psychopaths, who had long since found the clown who had drawn so much attention to him to be an annoyance.He snatched the samurai sword from Jerome with one hand, as if he wanted to have a big fight with him.

Harry frowned, but said nothing.This made Ryan pay a little attention to this female doctor who didn't have a high sense of presence.

If he was named like this, he would definitely deny it on the spot.

"Give that back to me." Jerome, with flamboyant red hair, restrained his smile. He looked irritated, half-closed his eyes and looked at Greenwood dangerously.

"Give it back to you? I snatched this, a little guy with no hair." Greenwood looked happy to see his anger come true.

The patient on the side watched the excitement and whistled loudly: "Ha, they finally quarreled."

Theo reluctantly stepped forward to fight, he didn't want his "secret weapon" to blow up before it was used: "Listen, guys, we are companions, we are a team..."

Greenwood interrupted him disdainfully: "Yes, we are a small team, but I am the captain."

Jerome showed a disdainful smile: "You?"

Theo shook his head with a headache, took a revolver from his sister Tabitha, and loaded a bullet in it: "I think you all know how to play Russian roulette, this pistol has a total of Five cylinders."

"Of course." Jerome broadened the smile on his face generously: "Ladies first." He continued to provoke Greenwood unceremoniously.

Greenwood took the pistol hesitantly, comforting himself: the first shot would never have a bullet, and he pressed the trigger.

There was the sound of magazines turning in his ears, and he was still alive.Greenwood breathed a sigh of relief, and put on his smile again: "Who is the BOSS?"

Jerome took the pistol and pondered in affected manner: "Greenwood, what's the secret to a good play?"

He rested the muzzle of the pistol on his temple, and smiled indifferently: "Timing." He squeezed the trigger.

"What is courage?" He smiled unabated, put the muzzle of the gun against his cheek, and pressed the trigger again: "Be graceful in the face of pressure."

There were two more chances, and everyone was attracted by him.

Ryan frowned and asked Theo Galavan, "Who is he?" The red-haired man made him somewhat familiar.

Jerome paused with the hand holding the gun, his slightly surprised eyes flicked across his face, and he rested the muzzle of the gun on his chin again.He quietly looked at the shocked Greenwood in front of him, and pulled the trigger: "Who is the BOSS?"

For the fourth shot, the goddess of fate favored this man. He fired three shots in a row, leaving the last bullet to Greenwood.The pistol rested on Greenwood's forehead, and Jerome moved his fingers with an exaggerated smile: "Goodbye~"

Greenwood fell back and lay on the ground, blood flowing from the blood hole on his forehead.

"You are the BOSS, Jerome." Theo Galavan was the first to react from his stupefaction. He applauded Jerome. This performance was really wonderful.

"No." Jerome put away his smile and looked at the blond boy with a serious face: "He is the BOSS." He took out a crying clown mask like a magic trick, and thoughtfully helped Ryan put it on his face .

He leaned closer to his ear and said in a voice that only Ryan could hear: "I'll take you away."

The author has something to say:

I love the clown's line about staying graceful under pressure (from Gotham), so I still use this snippet qwq

Speech for little angels

As we all know, Jason's marksmanship was taught by Ryan, but when and how he taught it, but no one except Batman knew the truth.And the little birds seem to never talk about the truth, but whenever the titans talk about this topic, whether it's Nightwing or Red Robin, they always look like they can't help laughing.

The truth is actually quite simple.

When the two of them were playing together one day, Ryan found a VR gunfight game. gun.

"Wow~" Ryan checked carefully and found that the gun was almost the same as the real gun.He smiled with satisfaction: "Come on, little Jay, Dad will take you to the top of the list."

"Get out." Jason pushed him impatiently. He was most disgusted by Ryan calling himself that, but he still took the imitation gun with some helplessness. To be honest, he was also eager to try it. Batman never Let him touch the real 'gun.

So, after covering up some basic usage for Jason, the two of them happily started a double row.

But the result turned into this:

"Southwest! Didn't you see two people on the roof?"

"Hide! Hide! Are you in a daze, Jay Bird?"

"Master of human body outline? I don't expect you to aim at the head, can't you aim at the torso??!"

The veins on Jason's forehead kept throbbing, and finally he couldn't bear it and yelled, "Who on earth died at the beginning?"

Ryan spread his hands quite innocently: "I'm not here to teach you how to use a gun better..."

"Are you asking yourself if there is even a little bit of guidance in what you said just now?" Jason finally threw away the imitation gun in his hand and the VR device on his body, and knocked a chestnut on Ryan's forehead.

Ryan covered his head: "QAQ"

"Be serious, you guy." Jason turned his head unbearably. Don't look into Ryan's eyes at this time. Bruce's countless compromises have already told the birds of the Bat family that because of soft-hearted compromise, they often end up with nothing. great.

It's just that he didn't notice that his tone had softened.

So the result of the second field becomes like this:

"45 kills?" Jason stared wide-eyed, looking at Ryan's record and his own record of only three kills in disbelief.

Ryan raised his lips and taunted extremely contemptuously: "Food dog, you are going to be caught by Batman if you look like this."

The veins on Jason's forehead kept throbbing, and he raised his right hand uncontrollably, but before he could do anything, an unusually cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Don't you think I will first arrest you by instigating 15-year-old youths to play r18 games?" said Mr. Bruce who did not know when he was standing behind them.

Ryan's arrogant expression suddenly froze on his face, and he turned his head in disbelief: "Brucey? ... When did you come???"

"From the time you shot the first guy and yelled 'A Brucey baby!'." The look on Bruce's face was neither happy nor sad, but Jason thought he was probably trying to hold back a laugh.

The gun in Ryan's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his face was full of death.

Bruce came over, hugged him directly, put his thin lips close to his white and small earlobe, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Is there no pain in the back? Are you alive and kicking so quickly? Hmm ?”

Ryan closed his mouth obediently, and buried his face on Bruce's shoulder like an ostrich, but the exposed earlobes were quickly dyed pink.

Bruce smiled with satisfaction in a place he couldn't see, and carried him towards the door. When passing by Jason, he didn't forget to add insult to injury: "It's really good."

Jason dropped the gun angrily.

Since then, there has been a resident population in the game room of Wayne Manor, and the huge room always echoes with "bang bang bang" gunshots.

The above is what Dick told Tim and what Tim told Damian.