The second child adopted by Bruce, Batman's second Robin.
Also from the streets, disobedient, wild, and facing the city's cruelty at a young age.
Jason brought Batman a lot of joy.
But the self-reproach and pain of losing him were far more profound than those past mories.
Tim knew Batman had always regretted this matter.
He believed it was his own mistake that led to Robin's downfall.
"Alright, Bruce, I only have one last question."
Even Tim couldn't help but let out a long sigh in anticipation of the next topic.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, signaling him to speak freely.
Tim turned the laptop on his knees and tapped the screen with his slender fingertips.
"This afternoon, when you left, you put a tracking device on Theodore."
"Right now, that tracker is moving away from Wayne Manor at a speed of seven kiloters per hour."
This was a normal walking speed for a human, so the possibility of Theodore being kidnapped could be completely ruled out.
Tim tried to keep his lips flat, not letting his expression show too much.
"I know you didn't consult or Alfred when you made your decision."
"But did you ask Theodore's opinion?"
"…"
"You must have asked, right?"
"…"
"Theodore definitely didn't just find out the news now and stord off in anger, did he?"
"…"
Batman's silence was deafening.
And Robin finally couldn't help but burst into a sky-splitting laugh.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
Tim laughed so joyfully that from Batman's current angle, he could even see his arrogant throat.
But Batman remained very restrained and did not seize the opportunity to rush over with a flashlight and a small mirror to give Robin an oral examination, because he was Batman.
Batman's tone was flat: "Theodore has a rather poor impression of Bruce Wayne."
Tim: "—Hahahahaha! You don't need to explain, Bruce. You know, the more you explain, the more it seems…"
"…"
Batman tightened his jaw, repeating in a dry tone: "…He has a very poor impression of Bruce Wayne."
If Theodore had received the news at noon, he would have run away before dinner!
As for how Theodore escaped… let's turn back ti six hours.
Theodore closed the Director's office door and, upon returning to his bedroom, plopped down on the bed.
The boy hung his head, burying his fingers in his thick black hair, reflecting on how things had co to this point.
First off… my plan was flawed.
Theodore closed his eyes, thinking with great sorrow.
I wrongly estimated Wayne's taste based on Tim's personality.
Because Tim was quiet and kind, I thought this rich man preferred well-behaved, sensible children and couldn't handle wild tastes.
Turns out, he's not picky at all; he even wants a taste of wild ga!
To hell with you, Bruce Wayne.
Being so indiscriminate, you'll run into Constantine one day, and he'll shove you inside.
Grinding his teeth in resentnt, Theodore began to plan his escape.
He was well aware of his advantages:
Compared to his peers, Theodore was a bit better at fighting, a bit more handso, had a bit more knowledge and experience in certain areas… and a few more little secrets.
But these things alone were not enough to support Theodore's life.
He could easily deal with school bullies who ca looking for trouble, and he wouldn't be at a disadvantage against a few street thugs or even minor gangsters.
But Theodore still lacked the ability to deal with the high and mighty, structural evils that plagued the top of the city.
Like Gotham itself, like Bruce Wayne.
Just like the harsh words he ntioned to Wayne at noon: prying open his door, skinning him, pulling out his guts.
Could Theodore really do that?
Perhaps, but only when pushed to the brink.
As long as he had a brain, it wasn't hard to imagine what kind of uproar an orphan with no background, killing Gotham's wealthiest man, would cause.
Without Wayne's funding, Gotham would beco an even bigger quagmire.
The beneficiaries might, in their hearts, offer Theodore a fleeting thanks.
But those who were implicated would surely wish to kill him quickly.
Within a few years, Theodore's na and face would repeatedly appear on television, in newspapers, and across various dia. Even if he miraculously returned to a normal life, everyone around him would easily recognize him.
What about the rest of the Wayne family?
It was entirely possible that soone would try to tamper with Theodore's psychological evaluation.
Ostensibly to clear his na, but in reality, to send Theodore to so controlled asylum.
Just thinking about the series of events that would unfold after being adopted by Wayne made Theodore's face darken.
He couldn't stay at the orphanage, nor could he go to school.
Even Gotham, he'd best not linger here any longer.
Even if he ran to the neighboring tropolis, Theodore would have to live as an undocunted person. This was to prevent social agencies from finding out his true identity as a minor and sending him back to Gotham, into Wayne's hands.
Whose fault was all this?
Theodore squeezed his pillow into a tight knot, treating it as Wayne: Wayne, you've done so much harm!
Exhaling a long breath, Theodore tossed the pillow onto the bed and looked out the window.
No birds flew outside the window.
But there was free Gotham.
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