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

In the afternoon, Ryan pushed open the door, he paused, walked out and closed it as if nothing had happened.

He turned his head to look to one side, Dick was leaning against the wall and was fiddle with his mobile phone with his head down.

The sunlight falling from the corridor window sprinkled on Dick's body, but the temperament he brought was not as warm and sunny as in the past, but rather gloomy and melancholy.

Maybe it's because he rarely wears warm-colored clothes today, but instead wears a black shirt and black suit pants. The slightly long black hair on the top of his head falls randomly on his forehead, making him look a little decadent and uninhibited.

With just one glance, Ryan recognized that the clothes Dick was wearing were his, or in other words, the clothes of profiler Ryan Brea.

The clothing store delivery guy in charge of delivering clothes to Leanne made a mistake and sent them one size up. Leanne wore it and did it with Dick once. After getting those unpleasant smells and liquids, he threw them on the sofa and waited. The butler took it away and threw it away.

In the end, Dick took him home. Ryan thought Dick had lost it, but he didn't expect Dick to appear in front of him today wearing the clothes he used to wear.

Of course, these are things that 'The Dark Knight' doesn't know.

Ryan just looked at Dick calmly and asked Dick with his eyes. His personality drove him not to ask Dick proactively.

Even if he knew it, Dick was clearly looking for him.

Dick put away his mobile phone, and together with the gloomy face on his face, he smiled at Ryan, as refreshing and sunny as ever.

"Good afternoon, Bruce." Dick looked up and down Ryan's clothes. "..Are you going out?"

Ryan didn't wear the black icy armor like most of them usually. Instead, he changed into a very down-to-earth khaki coat and apricot sweater, and even the unusual white hair was hidden. Putting it into the beret, only one or two strands of white hair fell unruly by the ears.

"Yeah." Ryan nodded.

"Where are you going?" Dick raised his eyebrows confidently. "I've been running in Gotham since I was a kid, and I can't be more familiar with it. Shall I drive you there?"

Ryan glanced at Dick silently, and slandered in his heart: I'm going to elope with your dad at the Brown Bridge, can this take you there?

Ryan glanced at Dick with a flat expression, feeling a little ridiculous.

He understood that Dick was still testing himself, and Dick didn't think Ryan was from Gotham, he still felt that Ryan was his chief profiler, living in Bloohaven or somewhere else, after all, it wasn't Gotham.

However, Ryan is 'Batman', and if he shows his unfamiliarity with Gotham, he will be missing the trap.

Such temptations are not only Dick, but others and even Batman have come to test Ryan. Ryan has always kept in mind Batman's habits and thinking patterns, but there will be slight differences, because he is Batman's dark side. The face is the shady side of Batman.

So Ryan just faced Dick's temptation with a calm tone.

"I remember that when you were first brought back to the Batcave by Batman, you often drove away the car in the garage late at night and raced in Gotham. In just half a month, Wayne Manor received hundreds of traffic tickets."

Dick's face froze, and then his expression became a little complicated. I don't know if it was because he was betrayed by Ryan or because he didn't expect Ryan to know about it.

Len's slender eyelashes fluttered, and he couldn't help chuckling. This was the first time Dick saw Len smile in front of him after his chief left him for a few months.

It was as if the sun had finally melted away the snow that had been frozen for thousands of years, revealing the radiant true face under the light.

Dick didn't know if Ryan would smile at Bruce, all he knew was that the smile made his heart beat so fast that he almost forgot to breathe.

Ryan said: "Thanks to the Gotham Police Department being able to recognize that those license plate numbers belong to Wayne, otherwise if they stop you and find out that the driver is a child, I'm afraid even Wayne will not be able to avoid jail. "

It was clearly the same tone as in the past, and Dick could hear some teasing from it.

Dick smiled awkwardly.

I've learned to drive now and won't get a ticket anymore.

Before the words fell between his lips, they were stopped by Ryan's next words.

"But I don't need it." Ryan's tone became cold again. "I'm no less familiar with Gotham than any of you."

"What else?"

The smile on Dick's face was slightly restrained, and he sighed slightly, the eyes looking at Ryan faded from the usual refreshing, replaced by deeper emotions.

That deep emotion dyed the entire pair of beautiful and clear eyes with a strange color, like wine that has been brewing for a long time exuding a deep color, like a whirlpool.

Just a glance.

Ryan felt the strong love, and almost threw him into the wine that had been brewing for a long time. His unavoidable breathing and swallowing were full of the intoxicating smell of wine, and more of it was suffocation. like fear.

Dick really loved him, or the skin, or...

Ryan had a thought.

Does he know who he is?

This idea only existed for a moment and was denied by Ryan. It is impossible for Dick to know who he is, and he did not reveal anything that would make Dick doubt his identity.

A pair of hands suddenly covered his waist from behind, Ryan shook suddenly, and he looked back calmly from the corner of his eye.

It's Dick's inner demon, but the face with Ryan Brea is an expression that Ryan will never have. It is clear that there is an extremely gentlemanly smile on that face, and Ryan tastes a bit of distorted pleasure from it .

He hugged Ryan from behind, and Dick subconsciously substituted his height into the demon in his heart. The demon was actually a little taller than Ryan, so he circled Ryan from behind like this.

Dick saw Ryan shaking abnormally, he tilted his head in doubt and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lai installed his eyes on Dick as if nothing had happened, and cursed in his heart, this bastard is pretty good at pretending to be innocent, he definitely knows what the devil is doing to him, what's wrong with him now, Dick doesn't know?

Ryan frowned, hesitated for a moment and said: "I feel as if someone is touching... No, it should be an illusion." Ryan adjusted his expression to a normal level again.

Dick's pupils flickered. He naturally knew what Ryan was referring to. From the angle of facing Ryan, he could more intuitively see his inner demons, what his Ryan Brea was doing to Ryan.

Ryan was very keen. Although he only noticed the existence of the inner demon for a moment, but because he didn't see the entity, he thought it was his own illusion.

Why can his demons directly touch Ryan?

Dick stared at Ryan, silently retracting his confusion, and asked pretending to be worried: "Are you really okay? Your face doesn't look very comfortable."

Hearing this, Ryan raised his head and gave Dick a gloomy look, his lips parted slightly.

The voice was hoarse that Ryan himself hadn't expected. "Did I say... um..."

The hoarse voice suddenly raised its pitch at the last word, which sounded a little more charming.

Ryan immediately bit his lips tightly, even biting those light-colored lips until they turned red.

Ryan glanced down from the corner of his eye, and saw the manicured fingers pressing against his waist.

Ryan's tone-changing voice made Dick and the demon stunned at the same time, and then the demon Ryan Brea seemed to react. He smiled softly, with a surprised and happy expression on his face, and he stretched out again. He took out two fingers and pressed Ryan's waist heavily.

He heard Ryan breathing heavily.

The demon maintained a casual and curious tone.

"Oh, this is 'my' sensitive point."

Dick knew every sensitive spot on Ryan, the dimples of the waist, the soles of the feet, the inner thighs, behind the ears, the upper right jaw.

He didn't believe that as a demon born from his own heart, he would not be aware of Ryan's sensitive points.

What Dick can be sure of is that Ryan can still feel the existence of the inner demon, but Ryan can't see the inner demon, or even touch it.

Otherwise, Ryan should have pulled it out directly.

He knew there was something invisible touching his body, but he couldn't do anything, it was just too—

It's delicious.

Dick tried his best to maintain his breathing to a steady level, as if he didn't know what happened to Ryan at all, and he didn't move because of what happened at this moment.

Dick squinted his eyes calmly while Ryan was focusing on the demon, and he watched the demon behind Ryan poking his waist with great interest, the flash of warning in his eyes was caught The demon completely ignored it.

Dick took a step forward worriedly, and Ryan lowered his head in a panic, trying to find the unknown but definitely unknown thing that touched him.

Hearing the sound of Dick approaching, Ryan suddenly raised his head and snapped, "Don't lean in."

Dick paused and stopped in place.

His expression was bewildered and dazed, yes, he just occupied this body, so how could he know the sensitive points of this body.

The demon was obviously not satisfied with this, he grinned at Dick who had been yelled at by Ryan, and stretched his hands away from Ryan's clothes, every piece of skin touched by his cold hands was swollen. Goosebumps, followed by a burning pain.

Ryan tensed his body subconsciously, trying to catch the demon's hand that was messing up, and something even more outrageous happened. The demon could touch it, but he couldn't take the initiative to touch it.

Ryan immediately yelled in his heart: "System, get out!"

System: "At your service."

"Why can it touch me, but I can't catch it?!"

The system was only silent for a moment, and then replied: "The settings have been tampered with temporarily."

"what?"

"The inner demon cannot be touched by people, but your magic power nourished the inner demon and caused him to have a half-body. He can touch you, but you cannot touch it."

Ryan: Absolutely.

Ryan still remembers adding drama to himself at this time to make everything normal. He quickly concealed the bewilderment on his face, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were flushed, he didn't know how attractive his expression was.

"...I'm fine." Ryan took several breaths, and he slowly pressed against the door behind him, and said slowly. "I thought I dropped something."

He interpreted his groping around his waist just now as dropping something.

Dick's eyes flickered, and he glanced calmly at Ryan's slightly protruding hand that was still fumbling in the almond-colored clothes.

Sensing Ryan's intention to return to the room, Dick smiled and asked with concern, "Really?"

"Is that off?"

Ryan almost uttered a few words between his teeth: "No, what else do you need?"