In other words, as long as Wayne got him to his own territory, Theodore would sooner or later be able to sneak out at night and open his locks.
Bruce hadn't reacted yet, but in the Batcave, Nightwing was already greatly shocked.
"If I heard correctly, this kid is trying to sell himself to Bruce, saying he can open the locks of Arkham Asylum."
"He's bragging," Tim said calmly, "I've tried, our school's al card can't pry open Arkham Asylum's combination locks at all."
If Theodore really had the skill he claid, then he should at least have three or more offers from Arkham Asylum villains by now.
Nightwing: "...Is that the point?"
Nightwing was deeply moved by Theodore's courage to self-destruct like a werewolf and speak so audaciously to Batman, and he continued to listen intently.
Wayne's body leaned back slightly, as if startled by the details revealed in Theodore's words.
The montum was excellent, and Theodore quickly pressed on with the advantage.
"Of course, I don't only act in the middle of the night. So disobedient guys happen to be in the sa school as . After school, I'll specially invite them to taste the laboratory's dry ice…"
"This one's real."
Tim gestured, giving Dick an off-screen explanation: "Sealed rubber barrel, dry ice. Theodore indeed used this thod on the school bullies."
Nightwing held his headphones, patting Tim's head with pity.
"Oh, Little Red, I didn't know the survival environnt at your school was so bad."
"Get away!" Tim laughed, dodging Dick's hand.
Dick: "Let confirm again, Bruce is at the orphanage, right?"
"He's at the orphanage."
"Then this… boy he's visiting now." Dick carefully chose his words, "Is this boy's esteed na Tom Riddle? Have you finally found the infant form of Voldemort? Warner won't send us a lawyer's letter, will they?"
Tim gave his brother a speechless look.
In front of Theodore, Bruce had already slightly frowned.
Even if it was just a fictional story, he didn't really like such excessive jokes.
Batman had witnessed too many tragedies, and often, a joke was only one step away from reality.
Feeling Wayne's displeasure, Theodore couldn't help but feel pleased.
Very good, he was making pleasing progress.
Next, he just needed to add so more embellishnts, and he was sure he could drive this rich man away… Hmm?
The next second, a small human girl, like a cannonball fired from its barrel, heavily crashed into Theodore's calf.
The human child clung to Theodore's calf with all fours, complaining.
"Theodore, he snatched my toy!!!"
Oh, how annoying.
Theodore stiffened half his body, gently detaching the girl from his leg to prevent her from wiping tears and snot on his pants.
Stretching out his arm to place the child a little further away, Theodore looked at the small boy not far away, his eyes glinting fiercely.
"Try running one more step, John Green."
Being called by one's full na by an acquaintance always possessed a powerful deterrent.
When a na is uttered from the tip of the tongue, it ans you have been cybernetically stripped bare.
The little boy cowered and stopped.
"Co here, give her back the toy," Theodore impatiently licked his fangs, "Don't make say it a second ti."
The boy shuffled closer, his shoe soles scraping loudly against the ground with every step.
As an elder, Theodore coldly observed the little boy's reaction, as if holding up a mirror to his past self.
—Unwilling, yet forced to comply out of fear. This was the reaction those perverts wanted to see from Theodore.
Fortunately, this little boy had red hair, green eyes, a large birthmark on his face, and a long stream of snot hanging from under his nose.
There were only a few steps left, and Theodore didn't have the patience to wait for him to slowly shuffle along, so he directly grabbed the boy by the collar and placed him in front of the little girl.
The little boy reluctantly handed over the bubble gun he was holding.
"Here, it's yours."
"Apologize to her," Theodore reminded him coldly.
"Sorry," the boy said, making a face.
The next second, a hand pressed down on the back of his neck with considerable force.
"Not that kind of apology, John. Among so many children, she was willing to play with you, chose to play with you, but you bullied her. If you want to use her bubble gun, exchange it for your teddy bear, understand?"
The boy shivered, extended his hand to the girl, and apologized softly: "Sorry. I should have exchanged my teddy bear for your bubble gun."
"Okay... okay," the little girl said, sobbing, "But I don't accept it, you bad guy."
She walked away, wiping her tears while holding the bubble gun, and Theodore also let go of the boy's collar, baring his teeth and rubbing his fingers together.
"Alright, she doesn't accept, go find soone else to play with—tonight, take off your shirt and give it to Miss Anna, you haven't changed your shirt in at least a month, have you?"
Theodore turned his head and found that Bruce had disappeared at so point.
Had Wayne finally given up?
A heart that had been held high finally relaxed, Theodore stretched out his legs, leaned back in the chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew it, how could such a life-loving rich man risk having his intestines pulled out just to enjoy a night of passion?
Now, this ss was finally over.
Theodore stood up in a good mood, a pleasant smile still on his lips.
However, his ease only lasted until that evening.
At this mont, Theodore did not yet know that in four hours, he would face a shocking piece of news—no, a disaster.
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