[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Ryan drove Batman back to the Batcave in the Batmobile.

When the others returned to the Batcave, Ryan had already treated Batman's wounds in the infirmary. At first, Afu didn't really trust this 'Dark Knight''s technique until he saw Ryan skillfully disinfect and pick it up with a knife. When the flesh and blood were scorched and condensed together, he still decided to believe in Ryan.

If Ryan wants to kill Batman, he has many chances to succeed.

The Batmobile will soar to more than 200 yards and dock firmly in the Batcave, and rush into the emergency medical room in the Batcave with Batman in his arms. It doesn't look like he is going to assassinate Batman.

So Ah Fu let Ryan treat the wound for Batman. Of course, he didn't hide the penis he was holding in his hand in front of Ryan.

The Robins gathered in the conference room in silence, and the only thing that could be heard was Tim's non-stop typing on the keyboard.

They were very worried about Batman's comfort.

Ryan didn't know what was done to the door, except for Ah Fu who was able to enter the infirmary normally, none of them could enter the infirmary without exception, whether it was knocking on the door, kicking the door or doing anything else.

Dick had already taken off his domino mask, and he was leaning against the wall and staring at the vague shadow on the ground thinking.

Their moods were more or less affected by Ryan, and the indifferent, violent killing intent and warning when Ryan left with Batman made each of them tremble with fear.

Thinking about it now makes Dick's back shudder.

That is the momentum that can only be created by going through so much darkness and haze.

Dick was 'fortunate' to feel it once on Batman, and the only time was when Jason's body was found, Batman was holding Jason's body, surrounded by traces of the clown killing Jason, echoing the clown's crazy laughter.

Batman didn't say a word, and the terrifying killing intent that had been suppressed for many years broke out in an instant.

At that moment, Batman really wanted to kill the Joker.

Now Dick felt it again in the man who called himself 'Batman' but wore his lover's face.

This killing intent is an indiscriminate attack, not deliberately targeting a certain person.

However, Dick speculated that the killing intent was probably caused by the clown. Through the headset, they clearly knew that Batman was ambushed by the clown and was seriously injured.

It's not hard to figure out that the Joker said or did something to annoy Ryan.

Dick has always known how much the clown's mouth wants people to cut off his tongue. If it weren't for the American law that doesn't allow harming mentally ill prisoners, the clown might not have enough tongues to cut out a hundred.

God knows why these masked vigilantes who have crossed the legal boundary still have to abide by the law?

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Damian was angry. The moment Damian pulled out the knife, the killing intent reached its peak, like a blade taken out of ice, exuding a biting cold and sharp killing intent. meaning.

Sitting on the conference table with his sword in his arms, Damian gave a disdainful "cut" with one foot on the chair. If Batman saw this appearance on weekdays, he would probably be reprimanded.

"Who is afraid of whom? At worst, kill him, and we can act tonight." Damian said with disdain.

It wasn't until he heard Damian's words that Dick realized that he accidentally said a word or two in his heart.

Dick looked at Damian. Damian was holding the sword tightly. His normally dangling legs landed on the chair without moving. He looked far less arrogant than when he spoke.

He could sense Damian's nervousness and anxiety, his worry about Bruce and Ryan...and the anxiety of losing to Ryan.

Tim let out a sneer, and Damian was immediately ignited by Tim's attitude, and he roared angrily: "What do you mean? Drake, do you think I can't beat him?"

"It's what you understand." Tim shrugged, his voice was soft, obviously without any malice, but there was a clear sarcasm in those blue eyes.

Everyone knew that Damian couldn't beat Ryan, or that all of them might not beat him together.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Barbara and Stephanie had no intention of dissuading them.

Dick suddenly felt a severe headache, and he quickly dissuaded him: "Little D...you know, that's not what Tim meant."

At this time, Ah Fu came out of the infirmary carrying a tray full of blood.

"Ah Fu, Bruce, is he okay?"

A Fu shook his head and said: "Mr. Wayne treated Master Bruce's wound in a timely manner, and now he is fine. To celebrate Master Bruce's return to Wayne Manor alive after walking away from the Hades Palace, I have to go in advance He makes some soup."

There was a little anger towards Bruce in Ah Fu's tone, but more of a sigh of relief.

"Oh, right. The infirmary doesn't have enough bandages, young masters and ladies, if you have time, send some over."

Dick agreed immediately, completely forgetting to persuade Damian and Tim, who were about to quarrel.

He quickly slipped to the storage room, took a box of bandages and ran to the infirmary.

Dick bent his knuckles and knocked on the closed iron door. For some reason, he became nervous. When he heard the sound of armor rubbing in the infirmary, he couldn't help holding his breath.

The door was opened, first with a small crack, revealing a cold scarlet eye, and then it was fully opened.

"What's the matter?" Ryan's cold, displeased voice still belonged to Ryan's tone, which made Dick a little distracted.

Ryan is not as difficult to provoke as he saw before, and now he is much calmer, and he does not have the restless killing intent and anxiety.

But soon Dick was freed from his mind-wandering state.

"I thought you'd need this."

With a friendly and light smile on Dick's face, he pointed to the medicine box in his hand.Meanwhile, Dick poked his head over Ryan to see Bruce on the hospital bed.

Ryan lowered his eyebrows and pulled the door across, blocking Dick's view.

Dick blinked those beautiful blue eyes and looked at Ryan innocently. With that handsome face, he looked like a golden retriever with a ball of wool in his mouth, cute and warm.

Few people can resist this look from Dick, who has tried and tested Bruce repeatedly.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, looked at Dick coldly for a while, then looked away, and replied coldly: "No need."

After speaking, he slammed on the door.

Obviously, Ryan would be the only exception to that.

The strong wind from the door panel hit Dick's nose. Before Dick had time to be depressed, the next second, the door opened in front of him again. Ryan snatched the medicine box from Dick's hand, and then slammed the door shut again.

In just five seconds, Dick, who had endured two knocks on the door, touched his nose.

The character of 'Dark Knight' is completely different from that of Ryan Brea, and he already knew this, but he still couldn't help contacting 'Dark Knight', trying to find any similarities with the chief.

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Ryan threw the medicine box on the ground casually, walked to the operating table, and stared at Bruce condescendingly.

The shirtless man closed his eyes tightly, his sharp face was pale, and the hideous wound on his abdomen was tightly wrapped with bandages, and he had just walked through the gate of hell.

The muscles of Batman's whole body are in a relaxed state, but the lines are still obvious and the body is distinct.

When Ryan treated Bruce's wound, he used the divine power stored in Michael's body, which would make Bruce's wound heal faster. Originally, Ryan did not intend to use divine power.

He once played the role of a doctor in a certain world. Although he is not an experienced surgeon, it is no problem to synchronize the data of the previous surgical memory and perform a small suture operation for Batman on the spot.

However, Bruce was injured more seriously than he thought, probably even Bruce himself didn't expect that he would be injured so badly.

Fragments from that bomb had sliced ​​through Bruce's stomach, embedding the lining.

If it was later, Bruce might be able to go to heaven to meet Michael tonight.

It wasn't until Ryan held the scalpel and cut open the piece of flesh that he had solidified with fire that he realized the extent of Bruce's injury.

Immediately, Ryan understood that this was not something he, a fake doctor, could solve, so he simply used Michael's divine power.

When divine powers are not used in battle, they are gentle, for they are healing powers that cleanse the mind.

He directly dug out the fragments of the bomb, then used his divine power to repair Bruce's severely injured stomach, and then casually stitched up Bruce's trauma with needles and threads.

Because it was Ryan who made the knife himself, he knew when Bruce would wake up.

Ryan sat upright on the chair, like a puppet, staring at Bruce intently until the muscles all over Bruce slowly stretched.

He woke up.

When Bruce just woke up, his head was still a little dizzy, smelling the familiar smell of disinfectant, he knew where he was, the Bat Cave, the infirmary where he would come two or three times a month.

Then came the slight collision of armor products from his side, which immediately tensed his nerves.

someone.

That's almost the same feeling he got from 'The Dark Knight'.

Both the smell and the smell were so familiar that Bruce didn't realize that there was someone beside him.

It's not a good sign for Bruce, though Bruce doesn't know if he's because the pain is numbing his mind and disrupting his perception or something else.

This most likely means that he is used to that person being by his side.

He also knew that this smell was always by his side when he was seriously injured, not only healed his abdominal injury, but also guarded him every step of the way.

Like being 'myself'.

According to the 'Dark Knight', he is indeed 'himself'.

But Bruce never woke up to Ryan's nonsense. He could be sure that Ryan had some connection with him, but Ryan was not himself.

Bruce didn't move, he knew Ryan was staring at him without blinking.

Because of this, Bruce wanted to take this opportunity to see what Ryan's purpose was.

Because from just now, the subtle sound of armor colliding has not stopped for a moment, which means that Ryan has been moving.

Until an arm was pressed against the bed, beside Bruce's ear.

The weight belonging to another person was exerted on the hospital bed, causing the bed to sink under the load. The cold body did not touch Bruce, and Bruce still felt the pressure.

Bruce, who was not good at interacting with others, tensed up subconsciously, then quickly relaxed.

The cold air from the armor stained Bruce's body, carrying the strong smell of Gotham's snow.