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

Bruce let go of Ryan, and turned to get the clothes in the cabinet.

He turned his back to Ryan and took off his tights indifferently. This was the bottom layer of his bat suit, and part of his pants were wet with bleeding from the abdominal wound.

Due to the cold air around him, the blood-soaked trousers stuck to his legs, which was very uncomfortable, so he simply changed his trousers.

His abdomen didn't have the same pain as before, and he knew that some organ must have been cut by fragments, but the pain he could feel now was only the pain of flesh injury.

He was sure that he hadn't been injected with any anesthesia, because his body didn't have any reaction failures, so the only explanation was that the organs in his body had been repaired and only the skin trauma remained.

It can make him out of the dying state in a short time and repair the wound.

The only one who can do it is Ryan, just like he licked his finger just now, the wound with saliva on his finger is almost completely healed, and the vampire's saliva can numb the pain and repair the wound.

So Ryan healed him by licking the wound on his abdomen?

Bruce's mood was complicated and subtle.

He paused, and as if nothing had happened, he took out two wet paper towels and wiped the blood left on his legs at will. Not surprisingly, he will go out tonight for night patrol. The bandage on his abdomen is too thick, which makes his actions difficult. Very inconvenient.

Leanne was lying on his side on the hospital bed, with his head propped on one hand, staring at Bruce's back with burning eyes. Bruce's figure was excellent, not Dick's well-proportioned figure who looked thin and fleshy when he dressed and undressed, nor did he look like Superman's texture Obvious to exaggerated muscles.

The muscles covered on Bruce's body are obvious, but not exaggerated. What attracts Ryan's attention even more is the intricate scars on his body, such as bullet holes, knife wounds, burns, and various wounds. A bit of wild beauty.

Like a work of art that has experienced trauma.

Ryan couldn't help but want to blow the frivolous whistle, but suppressed it forcefully, which didn't fit his personality.

After Bruce changed his pants, Ryan stood up slowly from the hospital bed. He looked at Bruce who was collecting scissors from the medical box.

From Bruce's actions, he easily guessed what Bruce wanted to do.

Ryan said abruptly: "Do you love yourself? Batman."

Batman lifted up several layers of gauze on his abdomen, and the scissors cut off the gauze without hesitation, and the gauze oozes blood.

He selectively didn't hear Ryan's inexplicable question. It was difficult for him to answer Ryan's question. If Ryan said he was "myself", then he should know that he had no time to love himself.

Also in the next second, it seemed that he had insight into Batman's thoughts, or because he was Batman in the first place.

Ryan said in the same cold tone as Batman: "Of course you don't love yourself. Compared with Gotham, you are not worth mentioning at all."

Hearing what Ryan said, Bruce just calmly took the neatly ironed shirt hanging on the hanger and put it on.

Because that's what he really thinks. Since Ryan is himself, then he should understand his own thoughts and what he wants, but Ryan is not just himself.

"You have the ability to easily kill those criminals and make Gotham peaceful, but you didn't do it." Ryan pointed out.

Bruce was thinking of something else.

Judging by Ryan's current behavior in front of him, in front of them, he always moves around Batman, he is more cruel and unpredictable, but because of Bruce, he has become restrained.

Bruce was sure Ryan wanted to kill the criminals most of the time, Bruce also admitted that he had thoughts of killing criminals when they committed unforgivable crimes, but he never crossed that line .

Ryan was different. He didn't care about the lives of those criminals at all. The only thing that prevented Ryan from killing those criminals was not his bottom line as Batman, but Bruce's bottom line as Batman.

He knew that never killing people was Batman's bottom line, so he would not touch Bruce's bottom line in front of Bruce, which would anger Bruce.

And Ryan must know the consequences of angering "myself". Batman is a calm lunatic.

Bruce has always known this.

Ryan smiled.

"You'll never do that because you're Batman, and if you break the line, you'll be stronger than 'me' and make yourself loathe the existence that makes Gotham terrified." Like a bat in the dark multiverse Heroes.

"But you tried to kill criminals countless times, you were tired and scared, or you were tired and scared all the time, you were tired of giving Gotham and you couldn't see the future changing, and you weren't afraid of yourself You will die, you are just afraid that the people you care about, the people who are close to you, the people who care about you will be hurt because of you."

"You have not and will never pay the actual selfish idea of ​​​​inheriting the mantle to Dick, and then leaving the muddy waters of Gotham to grow old hand in hand with the lover."

With his back to Ryan, he lowered his head and kept buttoning his shirt, as if he didn't listen to what Ryan was saying, but he didn't button one more button.

What Ryan said were indeed thoughts he had, thoughts that he had never revealed to anyone.

Ryan tilted his head, which was clearly a playful gesture, but his face was expressionless, like a glass doll with nothing but good looks──

He must not have known that this action was not for him.

"This is a very good idea. You have also lost yourself. When the Joker killed people to anger you, you thought, would Gotham be better without Batman?"

Ryan's voice became very low, and the magnetic timbre became seductive.

Bruce finally buttoned the last button of his shirt. He turned around, his muscles clinging to the white shirt, revealing a little flesh color.

"What do you want to say?" Batman asked blankly.He couldn't believe that Ryan said so much just to prove that he really was himself.

Ryan had a smile on his lips, and the smile was rippling. He put his hands back, supported the hospital bed, tilted his head and said softly: "It's nothing, I just want to say, if you can love "yourself", it will be fine."

At this time, Ryan is not like Batman, but more like Batman's disguised identity in Gotham. His name is Bruce Wayne.

An idiot playboy who is always flirting.

Bruce didn't answer Ryan's words, he put his blood-stained pants on his arms, turned and opened the door without hesitation.

"Then can I make you love "myself"?" The unique timbre of youth is clear, exuding its own charm, and his voice is smiling.

Bruce turned around, facing the face that was too conspicuous for a human.

In Ryan's eyes, there was rarely any hostility or deepness, but only a brewed, intoxicating smile and calm.

The pair of intoxicating red eyes, wrapped by slender and glowing white eyelashes, narrowed slightly, shining brightly in this dim environment.

He is indeed beautiful, even in a non-human identity.

Bruce was only in a daze for a moment, and soon he realized it.

Bruce imitated Ryan and squinted his eyes, or maybe Ryan learned from him.

After all, he is the real Bruce Wayne, and the words and demeanor that Ryan is currently showing to tease him are just what Bruce will use when he is having a good time.

The same intoxicating blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a little bit of brilliance like a vast galaxy, with a smile on his lips, the tip of his tongue inadvertently brushed across the bitten lips, and the relaxed brows were full of tenderness, damn charming.

Ryan stared at Bruce's face for a moment, and then pretended to be helpless and said, "Well, hell, I never thought that my face would be so lethal, and I didn't feel it when I looked in the mirror before."

"Is it because I am now separated from you and my body?"

"Or is it because I was born to love you?"

Regarding what Ryan said in a bewildered tone, which was no less than an affectionate confession, Bruce's reaction was quite calm, or it was the expression of always winning.

He said with a half-smile: "You can try it and let me love "myself" or "you"."

Ryan shrugged and raised his lips, hiding his thoughts in a smiling expression.

He wasn't surprised that his confession failed, Bruce was different from Dick and Clark.

He is a man with deep thoughts and a lot of thoughts, and Gotham and justice will always be his first priority.

Batman didn't directly reject Ryan's confession, but instead gave an ambiguous answer, just like a common fishing scumbag who doesn't directly refuse or agree, but tells you a compromise answer and continues to hang on you,

Without thinking too much, Ryan can speculate on Batman's thoughts through Batman's character. Bruce didn't rule out Ryan's threat. He needed Ryan to stay by his side to solve the mystery of Ryan.

Bruce also knew that Ryan would definitely know what he was thinking, and he never planned to hide it.

He seemed to give Ryan the right to choose, but he didn't.

This is actually a test for Ryan. If Ryan is really the Batman on the other side as he said, then the selfish Ryan who loves Bruce will not abandon Bruce.

Otherwise, it proves that Ryan is lying.

Ryan didn't think so much about Batman's many thoughts, or he didn't care at all.

He could pretend that he didn't understand Batman's temptation to him. Anyway, Batman didn't reject him openly, and even told him to give it a try.

Ryan licked his upper lip, so it's okay for him to seduce Batman directly.

However, Ryan has no confidence in whether Batman will fall in love with him. However, he is not very worried about this. In an atmosphere of love.

Nor did it say that Batman had to fall in love with him for the two of them to have a relationship.

"Dick?" Bruce's voice came from outside the door, causing Ryan to withdraw his thoughts.

Bruce obviously didn't expect to meet Dick at the door of the infirmary, who had obviously been outside the infirmary for a while.

Then he immediately thought of Ryan's identity and that beautiful vixen face that fascinated his eldest son.

"Bruce, you're awake."

Dick first looked at Bruce's injured abdomen worriedly, and seeing that Bruce was in good condition, he immediately smiled with relief.

When his eyes touched the tooth marks and blood stains on the corner of Bruce's mouth, which looked like medals, he restrained his smile slightly.

Dick reminded him friendly: "The tooth marks around your mouth, and the blood stains haven't been wiped off...Did something happen between you and Lai Brussie?"

Hearing the vague questioning in Dick's calm words, Bruce frowned, and his gray-blue eyes became deep.

"What kind of identity are you questioning me? Dick Grayson." Bruce stared at Dick, who was about half a head shorter than himself, and his voice became low with a low warning.

Even though he was clearly recovering from a serious illness and his face was still very gloomy, an inexplicable sense of oppression still passed through Dick's whole body.

Dick wasn't in the least intimidated by Bruce's aura, and the smile on his face deepened.

"I'm just worried about you, Bruce, don't be so surprised." Dick gestured. "You know, Bruce's combat power is not under our control."

Bruce squinted at Dick for a while, then slowly withdrew his momentum, his face relaxed a little. "Is there a problem?"

Dick blinked: "Can't it be that I care about you?"

Bruce snorted unceremoniously, and was about to blurt out the words that were cold and refused to care.

He was pushed back by Dick again.

"But I didn't come to see you."

Bruce suppressed his words abruptly, almost choking on his saliva.