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

Dick looked at the man next to him, who were separated by a person's distance.

Ryan or the 'Dark Knight' didn't look at him, he lowered his eyes, the light shone through his slender eyelashes, and he seemed to be staring intently at the champagne in the glass.

Dick had never seen his officer in white, and Ryan Brea preferred black.

Occasionally, when Dick had afternoon tea with Ryan, he would start to think that at the wedding, his officer came to him in a white suit.

The morning bell of the church is intertwined with the blessings of companions, relatives and friends. The most beautiful music, the sun falls on the officer, and they will kiss in the sunlight. His officer must be gentle and pure.

However, the fact is that the 'sir' in white was not at his wedding as he thought.

Instead, she donned a white suit as Bruce's fiancée at his father's engagement party.

Similarly, the 'sir' in a white suit is neither gentle nor pure, but rather cold and alienated like sharp ice.

Dick didn't know if it was because his officer no longer belonged to him, or because only the body belonged to him and Ryan's memory.

From the subtle movements and expressions of the 'Dark Knight', he is very much like his chief.

He was no longer his officer, but Batman's fiancée, not his.

Thinking of this made Dick's heart sore, and more than that, like a whipped heart thrown into salt water again.

Why didn't Ryan refuse to let him go even after he died?

So, he appeared again.

Ryan Brea put his hands on the sofa. As the demon born in Dick's heart, he knew very well what Dick wanted.

The heart demon looked at the white-haired and red-eyed 'self' with great interest, and said suddenly: "He is me."

"what's up?"

The demon's voice with interest overlapped with Ryan's cold voice.

"Why do you think Bruce suddenly announced that he wanted to be with 'me'? He never does that, you know." The demon rested his head on Dick's shoulder, and his eyes were fixed on Ryan.

Ryan stared at the wine glass calmly, as if he didn't know the existence of demons at all.

Dick was in a trance, and the demon said, the dark knight is Ryan Brea, what does this mean?

Dick would not believe the words of the inner demon, because the inner demon originated from himself, and he was a hurdle that he could not overcome.

Dick knows he shouldn't be paying attention to 'The Dark Knight', whether it's because the Dark Knight is Bruce's fiancé, or because he's an indeterminate dirty bomb.

He raised his lips and almost forgot what he wanted to say.So he said, "You look good in white."

Ryan frowned, his icy red eyes looked like a glass of wine in an ice cellar, Dick could see that he wanted to say something reproachful, just like Batman, and because he had nothing to do with Dick So nothing was said.

After a pause for a few seconds, Ryan said slowly: "White is very conspicuous, not suitable for covert operations."

Dick smiled, and it sure sounded like something Batman would say, not something Ryan Brea would say.

In most cases, after hearing his praise, Ryan would be stunned for a moment and then laugh helplessly, completely different from the 'Dark Knight' in front of him.

——Dick is still trying to find the similarities between the two.

Ryan was helpless. He didn't understand why Dick still cared about him. He was sure that the Dark Knight and the profiler had nothing in common except that they had the same face. Could it be that Dick was really attracted by his appearance.

He couldn't read Dick's mind.

What does the existence of this demon mean? To be honest, when the demon revealed his identity to Dick, Ryan had a moment of palpitations, which almost made him show his flaws.

How would a demon born as Dick Grayson know if he was a profiler?

But in just a few seconds, Ryan overturned the demon's ability to see his thoughts. He speculated that it was because Dick Grayson firmly believed in his heart that he was a profiler, and the demon reflected Dick's thoughts.

Dick wants 'The Dark Knight' to remain his profiler lover.

Ryan glanced at Dick sideways with some subtle eyes. He always felt that Dick was doubting his identity, which was different from other people's doubts.

Others suspected that Ryan was possessed by some kind of Batman-connected being attached to Ryan Blair's body, and Dick was suspecting that it was Ryan Blair himself.

When things were like this, as long as Dick didn't come up with the exact information that could prove his identity, it was absolutely impossible for Ryan to admit his identity.

"Brucey, you and—" Dick didn't finish his sentence.

The glass door was blown open, the flames splashed, and the rolled up air seemed to shatter the glass decoration in the hall like ripples. The champagne tower slammed on the ground with a bang, and alcohol and glass shards splashed everywhere.

The ladies were startled and screamed by the sudden movement, and the gentlemen completely abandoned their usual gentlemanly demeanor, and ran towards the safe passage with distorted faces.

When faced with the crisis of survival, the ugly faces of these so-called celebrities are completely exposed. When they find that the safe passage has been sealed from the outside and show despair, it is like a good show of changing faces.

In Gotham, this scene can only mean one thing, a crime that doesn't know which criminal will lead it is about to happen here.

At the most chaotic moment when the glass door exploded, the members of the Bat House took advantage of the chaos to abandon the celebrity who was being interviewed and ran to the safe passage or the toilet. They needed a place where their identities would not be exposed. The vigilante's attire.

But the safe passage had been sealed from the outside, so they had to run to the toilet.

Accompanied by gunshots and orders from the thugs, they were forced to stop in order to avoid revealing their identities. They looked at each other, and squatted in the crowd with their heads in their hands, just like everyone else.

Jason glanced at the thugs wearing clown masks, and he frowned. His hatred for clowns had reached the point where even seeing the masks of the clown gang could make him burn with anger.

It's the Joker again, the lingering bastard who should have gone to hell long ago.

The thugs of the Clown Gang raised their guns and fired two shots into the sky from time to time. When they saw someone shivering and screaming because of their gunshots, they even laughed out loud.

The thugs are gradually encircling them in a rapidly gathering posture.

Jason looked around. At present, there is still a breakthrough, but there is a certain risk of being discovered. He moved into the shadows quietly.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the familiar aura prevented Jason from directly throwing the man over.

But it was Jason's hesitation that made him lose the chance to leave, just like a fish caught in a fishing net, when the net was closed, all the fish were exposed above the water.

Jason glanced angrily at Tim who had just scratched him with his hands.

Under the shadow cast by the wall are members of the Bat family who have not disguised their identities. If the Joker knew their identities and did it intentionally, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Jason had been killed by the clown, and he knew how much the clown could torture people, and that was why he was extremely upset.

He couldn't accept that he was caught by the clown again, and he didn't dare to believe what would happen if the whole Bat family fell into the hands of the clown.

Jason tensed his muscles and said sarcastically, "Okay, everyone is here. What should we do next? Act like a normal celebrity who is intimidated by the mob, with snot running down the nose at the clown in the circus." beg for mercy?"

Barbara patted Jason's tense shoulders lightly, and she comforted softly, "Don't worry, Jason. Bruce isn't among us."

Jason paused for a moment before he noticed that there was no Bruce's head in the crowd of people, but the shiny silver head belonging to another Batman was quite conspicuous in the front row.

Just moments before this event, Bruce happened to go to the bathroom, and he must have gotten a message from Tim that he would be Batman again.

The clown stepped on the glass shards and walked quickly into the party. His bright leather shoes made a creaking sound on the glass, as if the devil was stepping on the hearts of everyone.

When the clown actually walked into the party, it was eye-popping.

He was wearing an old purple dress with many scratches and cuts, and the fabric on the chest was numbered.

His hair was just casually smeared behind his head, his face was covered with thick bruises that could not be covered, one cheek was swollen, his nose was even wrapped in a gauze, his eyes were blue and black from exhaustion, and the eyes were bloodshot Eyeballs are covered.

He looked wretched and haggard, like a goose that had just escaped from the butcher's hands with purple skin, and he had completely lost his former splendor.

Clowns always pay attention to their own image, every time they appear, they dress up as if they are going to attend a circus performance.

It was the first time anyone had seen this appearance. The hostages silently lowered their heads and hid their smiles, because the clown now looked more like a 'clown' than before.

Harley Quinn is the same, she was just rescued from the Arkham Asylum by the clown gang, the clown directly rejected her request to take a bath and put on makeup, she was wearing the red and black uniform she wore last time, and the clothes were put away For a while, there has been a musty smell.

The blond hair was tied into two ponytails indiscriminately, her face without makeup looked pale and haggard, her expression was not very good, and there were bruises at the corners of her mouth, presumably she was beaten by a clown again.

The batmen looked at them and laughed unkindly. Fortunately, someone was crying and gasping in fear, which just covered their laughter.

They could tell at a glance that the clown had just escaped from the Arkham Asylum, and the clothes had been confiscated by the Arkham Asylum.

Immediately, they restrained their smiles and became a little dignified. What could have allowed the clown to escape from prison and appear here immediately without any make-up.

The clown's action this time was improvised and had no plan.This means that the clown values ​​the party held by Wayne Enterprises tonight so much that he doesn't care about his appearance at all in order to appear here.

The clown grinned. He wanted to introduce himself, but he didn't want to waste too much time.

He pretended to salute.

"I think I'm welcome at this party, and since everyone knows me, I think I can save some tedious self-introduction."

As the clown spoke, he took a glass of champagne from the table, but his eyes kept scanning the crowd. He sighed, his voice sharp and funny. "The weather is getting colder, but what is colder than a human heart?"

"I am very depressed."

"Good old Bruce Wayne who paid me countless times to treat my mental illness so that one day I could go from genius to madman—"

"His old friend was not invited to the engagement banquet." The clown pretended to cover his heart, and frowned with an extremely sad look.

Everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at the clown, they were afraid of the clown's sudden attack.

The clown smiled, but without much real emotion. "I think he must have sent invitations for me, but the nurses at Arkham Asylum always treat them as spam."

"Let me see, who our beautiful bride will be—"

As he said this, his acid green eyes, which had been quenched with poisonous fire, never turned again after locking on to the target, and he stared at Ryan firmly.