I haven't been a big brother for many years

The cloth in his hand was wiping the pitch-black blade one by one. Ryan sat quietly on the edge of the bed with lowered eyes, and suddenly said: "Get up when you wake up, and then get out of here."

The only light source in the dim room was the dancing candlelight. Jerome opened his eyes calmly, neither paying attention to Ryan's words nor making any movements.

He just stared at the ceiling quietly, with a dignified expression as if he was thinking about the evolution of the universe.

For a long time, in this dim room with only the sound of breathing and the sound of cloth rubbing against metal, Jerome tentatively asked a question: "His Royal Highness?"

His voice was so calm that it didn't sound like he was joking, but he did ask such absurd questions.

Ryan took a deep breath and stood up. He looked down at the clown with his hands folded on his chest. Jerome still had an annoying smile on his face under the dim light.

"I don't know, and don't really want to know how you killed yourself, but now, yes, yes, you are alive again. Whatever you want to do, as long as it doesn't make too much trouble " Ryan grabbed the black narrow knife, turned around and was about to leave the empty basement he found temporarily.

Jerome suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Where are you going?"

To be honest, Jerome has no idea what he wants to do now, and it's not in his style not to make some big facts.

But at present, it seems that there is no "big event" more important than the person in front of him.

"Provoke Your Excellency Falconi?"

Ryan's tone sounded a little uncertain, and he raised his eyebrows: "If you have nothing to do, you should stay here first. The police are looking for you."

His attitude made it clear that he didn't want Jerome to participate in his plan, and this guy looked like an uncertain factor.

"Well, it's so heartless, little Ryan. Fortunately, I'm glad to see you again." Jerome let go of his wrist, but the smile on his face seemed a little too sweet.

But he did not stop Ryan from leaving in the end.

Jerome sat alone for a while in the gray basement, thinking carefully, what did he want to do before he died?

Theo's plans jumped out of his mind intermittently-"Ah, yes."

He touched his pocket and found that the lipstick he was carrying was still in it.

Jerome pursed his lips and smeared his face a few times with that unexpired lipstick.

He laughed, and the piercing laughter echoed in the small room, which sounded very penetrating.

"I seem to be trying to kill Bruce Wayne." He half-closed his eyes, thinking.

"Have you found it yet?" Gordon walked around the police station irritably. There was no news of Jerome, no news of Selina, not even news of Bruce Wayne.

Gordon is a little bit broken, judging from the current situation.The billionaire who had been a target for many years and was read as "accident" was kidnapped again.The night before he was about to leave Gotham.

"Keep looking." Gordon clutched his forehead, desperate, he could only seek help from Barbara Keane.

The Siren Club belongs exclusively to Barbara Keane.

This is the only bar in Gotham that is exclusively open to women. Girls don’t need to pay to drink here, but men have to pay double the price.

Of course, this club is not as simple as it seems.

In fact, it was temporarily used as Ryan's arsenal.Some small secret rooms have also become places for him to hold secret talks.

For example now.

Marvin Lloyd was tied up and sat on a small stool for interrogation in the police station. There was a table between him and Ryan, who was sitting on a comfortable recliner, folded his hands on his chest.

He quietly listened to the police officer in front of him telling a story.

"That night, I found out that the Blacks were going back to New York from Gotham Airport. This is my last chance. I have to kill them before they get back to New York..."

"Wait a minute, can I ask your motive?" Ryan's fingers moved slightly, and he interrupted.

"Black Dog set up a project in Gotham, embezzled most of the funds, and ended up building a scumbag project. It was an apartment building! My wife and daughter died in that building made of garbage , the court clearly knew who the culprit was, but in the end they let him go. Bandle Black."

Officer Lloyd almost said the name through gritted teeth, his expression was no longer calm: "These rubbish, forever and ever, no one will judge them, they still live freely, and my wife and daughter can only Struggling in hell. I have to kill these scum."

Ryan's eyebrows twitched. He could list a series of acts of Bandle Black scum, but the long list unfortunately did not include the embezzlement of project funds.

However, he did not raise a rebuttal, but made a gesture of please to let the angry policeman in front of him continue to speak.Marvin Lloyd's surname always made him feel a little familiar, but this surname was not unique, maybe he just thought too much.

The policeman suddenly laughed ferociously: "When I stood in front of that scumbag with a gun, his face was already ashen. Haha, he also knew that he would definitely die there."

"So I thought, why not play a little trick? He couldn't just die like that, it was so easy. Not only would I not allow myself to do that, neither would my wife and daughter. So I gave I gave him a chance, and I told him that if he would kill Mrs. Black with his own hands, I would let him go."

Lane frowned.

"But the ending is so disappointing. I thought he would at least struggle a little bit. But it seems that he is really a scumbag. He was very happy when he heard the news, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Then there was a bang, and he pulled the trigger, and I pulled the trigger for Mrs Black's other pistol that was pointed at his head."

When Marvin Lloyd said this, there was a peaceful expression on his face. It seemed that he had been troubled by this matter, and today he was finally able to vomit: "It is not a pity for such a scum to die, but killing To kill is to kill. You take me to the police station."

As if being able to go to prison was a relief for him.

Ryan couldn't help pursing his thin lips. He still doesn't understand why his mother loves Bendel Black.That kind of love is too sick and humble, as if it came through prayer, but she still loves without hesitation.It's just that he can't figure out how a person like Bender is worth so much from her.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a man in black clothes with his face covered came out of a secret door in the darkness: "Let him go."

It was Ryan's whim to bring the murderer here to hear his testimony, and he had no intention of revenge.After all, in his childhood that was shrouded in darkness, he also thought of killing Bender.

Maybe he is not a heinous criminal, but he is definitely not a good father.

The absurd idea of ​​killing his father was finally given up by him, because he found that it was not that bad, anyway, he was used to it.

Marvin Lloyd was covered by the man in black, unable to make any sound at all.The meaningless groans of whirring could not attract the white-haired man's attention, and even his wide eyes that were about to fall out of their sockets were skillfully blocked by the body of the man in black.

The man in black pulled down his mask at an angle that Ryan could not see, showing the smiling face that everyone can easily remember——Jerome Valeska smiled silently, and Marvin Lloyd dragged out of the room.

"Long time no see, uncle." Jerome dragged him all the way to the hidden alley behind the Kraken Club, and he looked at his relatives with a smile: "Your lying skills are still as bad as usual. If you can see through it, such a lie can only be used to deceive children."

Marvin Lloyd, who was finally let go by him, had eyes full of disgust for the person in front of him. Just as he was about to say something, Jerome punched him on the chin.

The punch he swung now was different from the past, and the metal of Dionysus Factor not only gave him rebirth, but also gave him extraordinary strength.

Marvin Lloyd fell to the ground with his force, and he was punched so hard that he stared at him.Lloyd looked at Jerome in horror, spat out a bloody tooth.His voice became slurred: "Listen, Jerome. The Court of Owls saved you, they wanted you to..."

Jerome picked up the bloody tooth and examined it carefully.But before Lloyd finished speaking, he threw the tooth behind him and punched Lloyd hard in the face again.

Jerome sneered: "Do you want me to work for them? Like you? In exchange for eternal life in such a disgusting way? My dear uncle."

This time Lloyd didn't speak anymore, Jerome hit too hard, this time he couldn't help but spit out three teeth, and the blood flowed down and almost soaked his jaw.

Jerome picked up one of them with satisfaction, and carefully wiped it clean with his sleeve as gently as if treating a lover. Sure enough, a black owl was engraved on that wisdom tooth.

Lloyd was keenly aware of the sense of crisis. He lay on the ground and stepped back involuntarily: "Wait...what do you want to do! Jerome?"

"What to do? Of course I entertain you well." Jerome's smile grew brighter. He pulled out his dagger from nowhere, and stepped towards Marvin Laue, who had shrunk himself as small as possible in the corner. De close.

Sure enough, it was more interesting to follow Ryan than any big event.

In the room

The slender fingers tapped on the table with quite gentle force, and Barbara could tell that what Ryan tapped should be the seasons of Vivaldi that he has always liked.

She sat quietly and waited, Barbara was already familiar with the expression on Lane's face now.He called her back in a hurry, there must be something important for her to do.

really.

The hand that could be called an artist stopped moving.

The man sitting on the ornate seat with a red velvet chair covered with a layer of gold leaf inlaid a black narrow knife wrapped with a white cloth strip in his hand, like a dark version of a scepter.

Barbara's breath caught, and she felt it, and in that split second, Gotham would change forever.

The man's aura was so dark that it even made people feel the most primitive danger.

His scarlet eyes were half closed, but the fine star fragments in them flowed like streamers in the red ocean.

The smile on his lips is elegant and charming, but it makes people feel cold.

Barbara's pupils shrank, and the radar called danger kept ringing in her mind.

She knew that today would come sooner or later, but she didn't know it would come so soon.

She heard the man who seemed to be sitting on a throne of nothingness speak.His tone was too casual, but no one thought it was just a game: "Tonight, Gotham will change its dynasty."

The night when Gotham, the gorgeous goth girl, embraces all evil with tenderness, came quickly, but today it seems to be a little bit faster.

It was not because of a natural disaster in a sci-fi movie, but after a huge explosion sounded, the power supply to the entire city was suddenly cut off.

All the bustling lights on the street in the past have disappeared, leaving only the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

Except for one place.

Obviously it must have been Jerome's doing, Lane smiled.Knowing that everything was working out as neatly as he had planned.

It's just undeniable that he was a bit bored in the planned position of watching a show.

Jerome's sentence on the radio channel: "Tonight, there are no rules in Gotham, and there will be chaos here." It really gave him a headache. Whether he intervened or not, Fury will definitely find He settles accounts after autumn.

Although he counted as using Jerome, he still carried the risk of being held accountable by S.H.I.E.L.D.But the more important reason is that Jerome has indeed helped him a lot, and he should lend a helping hand in every situation and reason.

Ryan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, closing his eyes like burning crimson flames in the darkness.The slender fingers lit up the phone, and under the shining light, one could even see the blue blood vessels on his arms.

Ryan's gaze stayed on the message from Selina: "Wayne was taken away by the clown." He stayed on the message for a moment, then turned his gaze back out of the window.

The lights on the ferris wheel in the playground grew brighter in the dark.

Ryan couldn't help but sighed, but was not surprised.His pale crimson lips couldn't help curling up in a vague way: "I really owe you."

The streets are full of crazy believers dressed as clowns, who seem to be able to pop out of any corner of Gotham City to make a funny but terrifying joke.

I don't know how long they have been preparing for the carnival planned to welcome Jerome's return.

"Selina." Ryan stood in front of the amusement park with his mobile phone in his hand, looking casually at the crowd who had fallen into madness.

He casually pulled a guy with a clown mask on his face, tripped him to the ground without blinking, took off the mask on his face and put it on his face: "Tell me about the situation?"

"I broke up with him and went to feed the cats in the back alley... Then Alfred called me out of the blue and asked me if I was still with Bruce. He said we seemed to be involved in a case or something. Oh, Who cares, we searched for a long time in the end, and found that Jerome's men intercepted Wayne. Wayne is probably in the amusement park now." Selina's voice sounded a little anxious, and there was a little bit of self hidden responsibility.

"It's not your fault, little girl, leave everything to me." While talking on the phone, he walked into the fancy-decorated amusement park, looking for Jerome and Bruce.

The heavy mask he was wearing made his voice muffled, but it didn't prevent Selina from taking comfort in his words.

She quickly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

Ryan hung up the phone, he was still very uncomfortable with this amusement park that was dressed up like the other world of Silent Hill.So his pace was very fast. Fortunately, he quickly and easily found Jerome who would never let himself be reduced to a supporting role.

Jerome, dressed in head-to-toe conspicuous white, stood in the center of the crowd pulling Bruce Wayne, who had "Come and save me" written all over his face.

He probably would have been a good comedian if all that hadn't happened.

Somehow, Ryan suddenly thought.

He subconsciously wanted to put on a hat, but found that the long windbreaker he wore when he went out did not have a hat, only a collar that could be pulled up to cover the earlobes.

Ryan's face hidden under the mask couldn't help showing a smile, and it seemed that criminals like him never lacked hats.He casually took off the pointed hat on the head of a believer who passed him by.

The hat was ridiculously over the top, but at least it covered most of his too-prominent hair, and the trench coat collar helped hide the rest.I have to dye my hair when I go back, which is sometimes too inconvenient.

Ryan wondered what color to dye?He personally likes blonde hair more, but the black that Bat has always liked doesn't seem to be bad.And black seems to be a little more inconspicuous.

Let's wait until the matter in front of us is resolved.Ignoring the voice of the believer who touched his head and found that the hat was missing: "Hey!", Ryan turned his attention to the crowded crowd not far away.

The dagger in Jerome's hand was about to pierce Bruce's wrist, which was painted as a weeping clown, and the louder and louder cries of the believers around him almost pierced Bruce's eardrums.

"Those who work for you all day can finally take a breath today and live in the real world." Jerome laughed and raised his arms: "Everyone has won the day they dreamed of."

"That's not true." Bruce retorted, frowning.His voice was much softer than Jerome's, but much firmer: "There are still good people in Gotham City."

"Ah? Really?" The dagger in Jerome's hand pressed a bloodstain on Bruce's wrist, and he gestured to suppress the frenzied boos of his disciples.

His smile now looks more like sarcasm: "Look at the people around you, silly boy, there are no heroes in Gotham." If Gotham really has heroes, how can there be someone like him, like Ryan To live in this world.

This place should only be surrounded by chaos, surrounded by joy brought about by clowns.

Look at what he brings makes the children around him so happy.

Bruce fell silent suddenly, he wanted to refute, but there was not enough evidence to overturn the clown's point of view.

The crying clown on his face seems to have proved everything: everyone is a clown played by life.The only difference is whether you want to treat it with real sadness or a fake smile.

The smile on Jerome's face was perfect as if he was wearing a mask. With his hands hard, a lot of blood was about to pour out of Bruce's wrist.

But in the time that is less than a few microseconds.Suddenly, an arm wrapped around Bruce's waist from behind.

He pulled hard, and Bruce felt his eyes blur, and he was instantly changed, and his wrist was free from the threat of the dagger in Jerome's hand.

The momentary slap in the face made Jerome quite unhappy, until he saw a few strands of silver-white hair exposed under the crying clown mask that seemed to be the same as Bruce.

It seems that Ryan doesn't have much time to carefully take care of his appearance in the mirror. Except for him, probably no one else can wear the strange outfit of black trench coat + suit + funny clown mask and pointed hat.

It looked good, though.

Jerome sighed, suddenly at a loss for what to say.A thought suddenly popped up in his mind, maybe he can try this kind of dress next time, but black is too serious, maybe purple is more suitable for him.

The person behind him held his arm tightly, and Bruce couldn't turn his head to see who the person behind him was.He turned his head as far as possible, but he could only hear the shallow to almost non-existent breathing.

All of this can only be judged by his senses-about the same height as him, around six feet.It's a man.

Bruce lowered his head, the hand around his waist had slender fingers, and there were some calluses on the tiger's mouth. These gun calluses proved that the man behind him was not kind, but his actions just now saved himself.Bruce frowned, without struggling, he decided to wait and see for a while.

The clowns around him looked angrily at the man in front of him who interrupted the performance and rushed in without knowing why, all kinds of weapons in his hands were ready to move, waiting for Jerome's order.

But the strange man wearing a long black trench coat suddenly said: "The police are here." Just a short word cop made the group of people around him fall silent instantly.

His voice is low, even if it is a little dull, it is still full of magnetism.

It sounds familiar, except that his speech is too brief for Bruce to make out.Bruce looked back suspiciously, this time the arm around his waist relaxed as he wished, and pulled away from his waist.