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

Ryan didn't think he was giving away to Dick, given how little contact they had.

Ryan has always been very careful about every move he exposes to them, and there is no way Dick will be associated with 'Lyan Brea'.

Ryan looked at Dick calmly, as if he wanted to see from Dick's expression whether he was lying or not.

The smile on Dick's face was refreshing and relaxed, and his eyes no longer rested on Ryan's face. He was slumped because of Jason's words.

He acted as if the gaffe just now was just as he said, 'too nostalgic'.

If only that was the case.

Under normal circumstances, Ryan doesn't want to get too involved with past mission goals, but now using Dick can easily create conflicts, intensify conflicts, and gain energy to end missions faster.

In all fairness, Ryan likes Dick very much, because it is a very easy thing to get along with Dick, he is young, energetic and interesting.

It is precisely because Ryan has a very high affection for Dick that Ryan doesn't want to get involved with Dick again.

Touching Dick again now meant hurting him again.

Ryan ground his molars, forget it, let it be, he won't take the initiative to contact Dick, but if Dick wants to provoke him, it can't be regarded as his problem.

...

Ryan didn't fit in well with the Bat-family, and he showed how different he was from 'Bruce' right from the start.

He is more withdrawn and cold, he stays in the room almost every day, or goes in and out of Gotham as a shadow, bringing back a bunch of information.

He doesn't interact with anyone in the Bat-family, except for Bruce.

With Bruce, Ryan always gets better at talking.

'The Dark Knight' only cared about Bruce, as he said, he was born out of Bruce's selfish other side.

Batman climbed down from the roof, he jumped out the hook rope and grabbed the edge of the building so that he could not fall into the snow in embarrassment, he slowly landed on the ground with the help of the hook rope.

The sound of his panting was covered by the thick wind and snow, one palm left a bright red palm print on the wall, and the other hand tightly pressed his abdomen, and at the same time, blood fell down his palm onto the snow.

The headset sizzled, and Tim's worried call came.

Batman took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound normal.

"I'm fine, you continue to stare at Arkham Asylum."

On Christmas night, there was a big riot in Arkham Asylum. The clown who had been peaceful for a long time blasted the gate of Arkham Asylum, rescued his girlfriend Harley Quinn and left.

The criminals and mentally ill prisoners detained in the Arkham Asylum fled collectively, and the Batman had to dispatch collectively with the police to send all the escaped mentally ill prisoners back to where they should be.

Batman is in charge of going after the Joker and Harley Quinn.

On the road, several children were found tied to the Christmas tree. When Batman went to rescue him, he found that the child had already died.

At the same time, his action triggered the mechanism, and a miniature bomb exploded in front of him. Even though he tried his best to avoid it, the fragments of the bomb still pierced his armor and penetrated deeply into his abdomen.

He lost the Joker.

He can't bother others to catch the escaped psychopath.

First one or two drops, and then more and more blood fell on the white ground, and blossoms of blood bloomed.

Batman walked forward with difficulty, the scene in front of him became a little dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and the worried cries of the Robins seemed to come from far away instead of the headset.

It's a sign that he's bleeding too much, just walk to the alley where the Batmobile is parked—

very noisy.

Batman stretched out his hand that was supporting the wall and turned off the non-stop ringing headset, and his body that lost support fell limp all over and fell straight down.

Batman was lying on the snow, and the wound directly touched the cold and hard snow, which made him let out a muffled groan, and felt the undisguised breath of another person appearing in front of him, followed by a disgusting sense of belonging. The clown's noisy voice.

Batman looked up, at the narrow alley, the Dark Knight looked like a ghost that didn't belong to this era.

The black armor was very conspicuous in the snow, and the snowflakes formed a thin layer of hoarfrost on the black armor. Ryan didn't wear a helmet, and his white hair was almost integrated with the snowflakes. A faint red light flickered in the night light.

In his left hand he grabbed a clown tied up behind his back, and in his right hand was Harley Quinn with disheveled hair and wearing a prison uniform. The clown couple sang and sang words that insulted or provoked Ryan, covered by the wind and snow. The alleys echoed.

Ryan stared gloomyly at Batman lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The clown held by Ryan glanced at Batman lying on the ground, he grinned and laughed, and his sharp voice hurt Ryan's eardrums.

If it wasn't for being tied up like a caterpillar, the clown would have been rolling with laughter at this moment, and tears mixed with white paint flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"God, Harley, my dear Harley, look at Batman hahahaha."

Harry glanced at Batman lying on the ground, and then pretended to be surprised. "My God, how did the little bat become like this? Didn't he see the note I left on the Christmas tree?"

"Oh, little fool. Did you forget? You put the note in the mouth of one of the dead little boys!"

Then the clown paused and said: "He must have been blown up because he didn't check carefully! I think the warrants for the two of us will disappear from Gotham soon, because we have done a good deed. Kill Batman!"

As soon as the clown finished speaking, a powerful palm grabbed his hair and slammed his face against the uneven wall.

Accompanied by Harley Quinn's screaming and cursing, Leanne expressionlessly slashed the clown's face across the wall, and the blood formed a bloodstain on the wall, as well as on the ground.

The clown laughed wildly, as if he wasn't affected by the pain at all, or in other words, the harder Ryan beat him, the louder he laughed.

Finally, Ryan smashed the clown's face into the snow, and the lunatic finally calmed down.

Ryan turned his head and looked indifferently at Harley who was still cursing non-stop.

When dealing with ladies, Ryan would naturally not be as simple and rude as he treated the clown. He simply knocked Harley unconscious.

Ryan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help Batman up. Batman, who was not completely fainted, looked at Ryan for a long time with drooping eyelids, as if to confirm Ryan's identity.

Ryan also remained motionless and stared at Batman with cold eyes, letting Batman observe him.

After a long while, Batman, who had confirmed Ryan's identity, retracted the sharp bat dart firmly against Ryan's neck. After retracting the bat dart, Ryan noticed that Batman's hands were trembling, which was a phenomenon of loss of strength.

It's hard to imagine that Batman's hands didn't shake a bit when he held the bat dart.

Ryan lowered his eyes, and the bloody wound on Batman's abdomen glowed a little silver in the moonlight.

Ryan forcefully pulled away Batman's hand covering his abdomen. He raised his hand, and a black flame appeared in his palm. Batman frowned, and before he could stop it, Ryan pressed that hand on the bat The belly of the hero.

The black flame scalded the gauntlet, and almost instantly cooked Batman's injured abdomen.

Batman subconsciously grabbed Ryan's arm, and there was a piercing pain in his abdomen, as if all the organs in his stomach were stirred together and then violently ripped apart.

It hurt much more than being stabbed by dirty bomb fragments, Batman grunted and trembled unconsciously, cold sweat instantly drenched his whole body.

Ryan kept his expression unchanged, as if he couldn't feel the pain of his arm being almost twisted, and he continued to release the flames until the wound on Batman's abdomen was completely scalded and no longer bleeding.

Batman was panting heavily, he knew that Ryan's actions were to disinfect his wound, and also to prevent him from losing blood and passing out, so he didn't attack Ryan directly.

To be honest, sealing up the injured abdomen is much better than him bleeding until he passes out. The pain can keep Batman awake and he can recover faster.

Batman rarely shows weakness in front of people, dragging a seriously injured posture, it is better to directly cover the wound with pain, if it can restore his state and keep him awake.

Ryan is a split part of him. He knows his own character, so he directly seals his wounds to prevent himself from showing his weakness.

Just as Batman breathed a sigh of relief, Ryan reached out and hugged Batman easily in a princess hug.

Batman: ?

I immediately retract my thoughts.

Batman struggled to get up, Ryan frowned impatiently and reached out to knock Batman unconscious.

At this time, after sending all the criminals near the Arkham Asylum back to Arkham, the Robins also rushed to the alley.

They first noticed the clown couple lying down in the alley, and then they noticed Ryan who stretched out his hand and knocked out Batman and hugged Batman.

Tim and Jason looked at Ryan who was holding Batman in his arms and walking towards the Batmobile with a cold expression.

They could feel that the air pressure was colder than the outside world. This was the air pressure from Ryan. He was in a bad mood, or rather, he was in an extremely bad mood.

Ryan walked towards the Batmobile as if he hadn't seen them. When he was about to pass the crowd, Damian made a movement that no one expected. He stepped forward to block Ryan, pulling The sword pointed at Ryan.

"Let go of him," Damian growled.

Damian didn't like Ryan at all. At this moment, being suppressed by Ryan's aura, this restless displeasure reached its peak and broke out completely. He wanted to use anger to cover up the surge in his heart... yes Ryan's fear.

This is Damian's fear of the dark. After he walked out of the darkest time and never planned to go back, he would be extremely alert and restless if he came into contact with anything related to the dark again.

And his father was under Ryan's control. Dick held Damian's shoulders to prevent Damian from stabbing the sword. Fortunately, Damian was just pretending, and he didn't really intend to do something that was beyond his control. thing.

Dick sensed Damian's uneasiness.

"Go away."

Ryan tilted his head halfway, slightly opening his lips to Damian who was standing in front of him.Darkness and murderous intent gathered in the crimson eyes, and almost instantly, everyone tensed up, grasped their weapons and prepared for battle.

The terrifying aura, like a ghost crawling out of hell, oppressed everyone's nerves.

If Damian didn't get out of the way, there was no doubt that Ryan would definitely attack him.

Dick quickly reached out his hand through Damian's armpit, and lifted the already tense Damian who looked like an ice sculpture and put it aside.

"You won't do anything to him, will you?" Dick stared at Ryan without blinking.

Although this should be a question, Dick is very convinced that Ryan will not do anything to Batman.

Ryan gave Dick a cold look, and carried Batman into the Batmobile.