I haven't been a big brother for many years

He could clearly see the pent-up hatred dancing in those scarlet eyes, but Bruce felt relieved for a moment.

Because Ryan still has human emotions, not the pair of scarlet eyes he saw when he opened the door that had been sealed for a long time that day.

There is no emotion in those eyes, they are as high as gods, and they can't see anyone or anything in those eyes, it only makes people feel chills, even though he is smiling.

Things haven't reached the point of no return.

He probably guessed why Ryan did this.

He could get Bruce Wayne to finally give up on the search for the organization he'd found a clue about, once and for all, by destroying all court documents.

Even if Bruce Wayne is aware of the existence of this court, he can't produce enough evidence to make the world believe him, so that he is no longer a threat to the court.

It's just the thought that everything Ryan does is for one person, and he doesn't take himself into consideration at all.Bruce felt a little heartbroken.

Although that person was himself when he was a child, he was obviously the one who stayed with Ryan the longest...

Thinking about it makes me feel angry, his helplessness is mixed with a little smile.

But what kind of ecstasy soup did that kid give Ryan?He carefully recalled what he had done, and if Ryan wanted to, he wouldn't mind going back and doing those things again.

As long as he is happy.

Just when his thoughts had drifted aimlessly to a place where he didn't know where he was going, Ryan silently glanced at the faint smile on his lips, set up his gun and smashed the monitor in the corner.

bat seems to like to be in a daze more and more.Ryan shook his head involuntarily, not knowing what he was thinking all day long.

Ryan broke the glass lightly, and dexterously turned in through the windows of the building. Thanks to a series of teachings from Selina, he was like no one in this heavily guarded building, which looked like other office buildings on the outside. The situation is general.

Hiding behind obstacles, he passed through the blind spot of the sight of a small number of security personnel, and soon arrived at his destination.

It is estimated that no one would have thought that some event records of the Owl Court would be hidden in this building that looked like a small library built in the building.

Ryan stood in front of the tightly locked door, lowering his eyes quietly, somehow and inappropriately thinking of Selina who had disappeared.

He bit his lips subconsciously, and he still felt that it was too much for him to directly refuse to treat a girl like that.Besides, this was the first time someone had confessed to him.

After destroying these materials, it is better to go to Selina to apologize before leaving Gotham.

While thinking this way, he looked at the bat who was always watching the show.

He tilted his head quite innocently, his crimson eyes were filled with mist, as moist as a milk dog.

He stared at bat without blinking.At this moment, his smile is very well-behaved. This is the expression he used and never tires of when he asked bat for help: "Can you take me up?"

He pointed to the vent on the smooth wall about ten meters away from him.

It was not an easy task for him to climb up by himself.

Bruce took a deep breath and turned his head to avoid Ryan's too foul gaze.

It was too much, and he was almost sure that Ryan had found that he couldn't refuse his eyes at all.He would put on such an expression every time, and then he could only nod helplessly.

Bruce sighed, he wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist, took out the bat gun and shot towards the vent, the black claw hook was firmly hooked on the edge of the vent.

The rope on the claw hook retracted, and Ryan grasped firmly on the edge of the vent, carefully removed the fan, and climbed in nimbly.

Bruce, on the other hand, let go of Ryan's hand as soon as he stood firm, and walked through the wall without any obstacles.

...Actually, it is quite convenient after getting used to it.

Although the feeling when walking through the wall is still a bit strange.

But the scene behind the wall was a little different from what he guessed was empty. There were two sharp claws standing in the center of the "library", and they were discussing something while pointing at the map.

"Wait, Ryan, there's someone here." He turned his head to look at Ryan who was kneeling in the air vent and looking down through the metal railing, but there was no unexpected expression on his fairly immature face.

Almost in the next second, there was a loud siren from outside, followed by the sound of gunshots and huge explosions.

The two sharp claws looked at each other in surprise, opened the door hastily, and ran out.

Bruce's pupils shrank, making those noises were clowns.

However, he looked at Ryan in disbelief, how could his timing be so coincidental?

Ryan noticed his strange gaze, and coughed unnaturally: "I didn't expect you to bring me up so fast." He thought bat's eyes were condemning them for coming a little too early.

"Didn't you ask Jerome to go to the gate?" Bruce stuck to a delicate position on the wall, looking at Ryan.

Ryan lowered his head and answered the question while adjusting the homemade bomb in his hand: "Yes, his pace is about the same as I estimated."

He didn't dare to look at the current bat, for fear that he would not be able to help but laugh.

It really is a ghost, he sighed, he didn't need to think about it deliberately, the appearance of bat with half of his shoulder stuck in the wall kept showing his sense of existence in his mind.

"No..." What he wanted to ask was why the alarm went off so quickly.

"There is an infrared alarm device on the road he was walking on, and I don't think he would have noticed. The gunshot should have been fired by the guard first, and the explosion was probably the incendiary flask thrown by Jerome." Ryan called To solve his doubts, he explained quickly, and at the same time threw the incendiary flask directly from the gap of the metal railing with one hand.

Then, he grabbed the shotgun with both hands, aiming at the bottle that was still flying in mid-air smoothly, smashing it.Huge sparks bloomed in mid-air, and all the surrounding materials and electronic facilities were all dyed in flames.Ryan pulled out the safety lock again, and threw the homemade bomb in his hand at a behemoth that looked like a host.

"Let's go." Ryan turned his head and finally showed a relaxed smile at Bruce.He can finally laugh without fear, he can laugh for a year with the bat stuck in the wall.

The fireworks of the explosion bloomed behind him, but did not pass through the metal railing. He grabbed bat's hand and jumped down from the vent. The black bat-style hang glider unfolded behind Bruce.

Ryan's smile looked very bright against the firelight: "We can go to New York, or Washington, or Los Angeles. We can also go abroad. I always want to visit Denmark. I don't know if the scenery there is really like It's the same as described in Andersen's fairy tale."

"Anyway, now we can leave Gotham." He never thought that this day would come so easily.He had procrastinated so long on something that could have been done with just some cheap gas and ammo.

"Can we leave?" Bruce's expression suddenly froze, that's it?

He brought Ryan back?From those nightmares that have been haunting him?

Often when people really do a certain thing, they will start to keep doubting: Is this true?did i really do it?

But yes, it is that simple.

Almost all the source of Ryan's pain comes from the court. Now, even if the court has not died out, they can escape far away, go to a place where the court cannot cover the sky with one hand, and live happily for a while like ordinary people.

Even if one day they will be forced to puff out their chests, for now, choosing to escape can make things easier for a while.

Things in the future can be left to people in the future to solve.

The metal ball hanging around Bruce's neck suddenly glowed with a faint fluorescent green light, as if he was also cheering.

It's as if an illusory dream can really come true.

Suddenly, a fluorescent green halo that Bruce was familiar with appeared in front of Ryan. The white-haired and red-eyed man walked out of the halo wearing a military uniform with a smile on his face.

"Ryan?" Bruce called his name uncertainly, and the silver-haired boy standing in front of him also widened his eyes.

How could there be two of himself?

It's just that the white-haired man in front of Bruce thought it was Ryan was covered with gauze on his right eye, the smile on his face continued to expand, and the scarlet eyes danced with great malice.

The serious military uniform gave him a lazy feeling, and the rhythm of the khaki military boots stepping on the ground continued to expand in Bruce's mind.

An extremely dangerous premonition exploded in his mind: this is not Ryan!

He subconsciously pushed Ryan away, and at the same time, a blood-red blade that seemed to be made of beating blood pierced Bruce's chest.

Batman's armor was like a thin sheet of paper in front of that knife.

The white-haired man's smile remained undiminished, and he licked the blood spattered on the corner of his mouth very slowly: "Baby, I finally found you."

His voice is deep and extremely hoarse, and his movements are somewhat erotic.I don't know if it's because of the black thread embedded in the flesh and blood on his neck.

Those black lines seemed to sew him up at the neck, and the skin color above and below the black line was extremely surprising. His face was sickly pale, while the exposed skin on his torso was normal wheat-colored, which looked a little strange. weird.

Like a lover, he gently put Bruce on the ground. Even if no blood flowed from that body, he knew that Bruce was dead, and the blade made of his own blood through the red light ring had pierced his heart.

Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted out in disbelief: "BAT?"

He desperately threw himself at Bruce, who was lying powerlessly on the ground.

"My name is Davide Dumacher. Don't make a mistake next time." The scarlet eyes looking at Ryan were full of smiles, and the firefly green light quickly disappeared. The man named Davide Disappeared into the air as abruptly as when he came.

Tiny motes of green light floated in the air.

Ryan grabbed Bruce's finger tightly: "BAT? Are you okay? BAT? BAT?" The panic in his mind made him give up thinking, and only the fear of reality remained in his mind.

One second he was talking about how they could finally get out of Gotham, and the next second fate dealt him a fatal blow.

He hurriedly checked the bat's condition, the huge wound on his left chest glowed with a dim fluorescent green light, and his body gradually turned into fine dust, blending into the air.

"Ryan..." A pale smile appeared on the corner of Bruce's lips: "Listen, forget me, please?"

He could barely feel any pain, but he felt like he had probably failed his mission.

His brain was spinning rapidly, desperately trying to organize the language.

Because he knew that if he left like this, the child he had always loved would break down.

Ryan pays too much attention to feelings. Just a few words from Bruce Wayne in his childhood made him willing to give everything for him. He couldn't imagine what Ryan would do because of him.

Ryan's bright red eyes flashed in his mind, and he didn't want to see him become like that.His darling should not abandon goodness for justice, and protect itself in a ruthless armor.

For a moment, the picture he hoped for overlapped with the Tony Stark he always hated.

He wanted Ryan to stay in New York, where he had family and friends.He can be like an ordinary kid, worrying about the SAT exam, shining in club activities, and secretly liking a girl on the cheerleading team.

No, he suddenly rejected his idea. It should be that the famous schools were worried about what kind of favorable conditions they would offer to attract Ryan to their schools. The girls in the schools would all pursue him like crazy.

Bruce laughed at the picture in his head: "Go to the army, Ryan, get out of Gotham, and you'll get everything you want."

A drop of water suddenly dripped on Bruce's lips, Bruce froze for a moment, and clasped ten fingers with the hand that was holding him.He didn't dare to look at Ryan's expression, he was afraid that he would collapse suddenly at this moment: "The most important thing is to forget me."

"Don't..." Those bright red eyes were gradually filled with despair: "You said you would stay with me forever."

Ryan felt that his breathing seemed to be difficult, and his chest was so painful that he could hardly breathe, as if his heart was beating weakly alone under the huge iceberg in the Arctic Ocean, and the black sticky swamp almost swallowed him whole.

Those firefly green dust seemed to have self-awareness, surrounding him.

"I broke my promise." Bruce still smiled, but his cobalt blue eyes never opened: "So forget me?" Forget everything that happened in Gotham, forget everything that happened to you .

Big tears fell on his face, but the small whimpers that were constantly suppressed were like the sound of a drum beating heavily on his heart.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

The bat ears that Ryan wanted to touch from the beginning had turned to dust.

Small sobbing accompanied by the boy's suppressed voice of great pain rang in his ears: "Do you even hate me so much?"

This sentence instantly broke the barrier of Bruce's heart that he thought was hard. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the young man who was sobbing in a low voice appeared on his retina.

How can he bear it?

How could he restrain his desire/desire not to embrace him?

He gently took the boy who was kneeling on the ground into his arms.

How could he bear to see him cry?

He gently kissed the boy's eyes, swallowing the bitter tears.

How could he really want him to forget himself?

He heard his unusually cold voice sound again: "Forget me."

But I love you.

I once thought of being alone in Gotham and becoming the eternal knight of the city.

I was so strong and never gave in.

But look at me now.

I just want to be yours.

Because every time I see you, the world collapses in front of me and there is only you left.

i want to kiss you.

There is nothing in the world more important than this.

But he just kissed the corner of Ryan's lips devoutly, and the love that was about to overflow was beating in those cobalt blue eyes, and he stared firmly at the young man who was about to cry into tears in front of him.

He sighed, and the arc of his lips widened: "But how could I hate you?"

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Finally, his thin lips parted slightly: "colourful."

A brilliant green light suddenly surrounded him.

The password set by Ryan has never been as colorful as a child's play, nor is it bold and bold "I love you", but an unspeakable love.

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