DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 16 16: A Future Full of Wayne, That's Too Terrifying

Ti was short, and Theodore planned to escape tonight.

Night hadn't fallen yet, and the children in the orphanage hadn't gone to sleep. Theodore peeked out the door and t at least four or five pairs of eyes.

"Theodore, Director said you were adopted. Is that true?"

"How did you win him over, that rich guy nad Wayne? Spill it, did he take a liking to your butt?"

"Hey, brother, will you rember to co back and visit us here?"

A few eyes glead with kindness, but more people had blatant jealousy written all over their faces.

Without a doubt, if Theodore were to openly walk out of the orphanage now, his whereabouts would be betrayed to Director and Bruce Wayne in various ways before he even ran one stop away.

With a sneer, Theodore gave a middle finger to a few clearly ill-intentioned children and slamd the door shut with a "bang."

Theodore sat back on his bed, his face grim, and emptied his backpack.

He couldn't even go to school anymore, so keeping his textbooks was useless.

However, the backpack was made of sturdy, high-quality material, so it could be used to carry essential items for his escape.

Speaking of which, which rich person sponsored backpacks for all the orphans in the orphanage back then?

Theodore casually flipped open the tag attached to the backpack and saw the printed word "Wayne" on it.

Theodore: "..."

Was he at odds with Wayne these past two days?

Why were traces of him everywhere?

For so reason, Theodore felt this was an ominous sign, indicating that his entanglent with Bruce Wayne might be endless, unending...

No, it couldn't be like that.

He would definitely escape smoothly today.

Otherwise, this imagined future, full of Wayne, would be too terrifying!

Theodore used a marker to draw a big cross over the "Wayne" lettering, then held his nose and continued to use the backpack.

He sequentially stuffed a towel, toothbrush, raincoat, change of clothes, and a pair of sneakers into it. The pocket money he had saved up these days was kept close to his body in his pocket.

After a mont of hesitation, Theodore still pulled open the drawer.

He reached inside, fumbling around on the tabletop above until he touched a hard object, secured with tape to the inner side of the tabletop.

It was a sapphire brooch, the color of the gem as clear as his eyes.

The brooch had a very unique design: a silver bat with folded wings, surrounding a claw-shaped silver setting, inlaid with an oval-cut gem. One look told you it was very expensive.

However, Theodore's face showed an expression of disgust as he held the expensive piece of jewelry.

He stared at the brooch for a while, then finally wadded it up haphazardly with several turns of tape and stuffed it into the very bottom of his backpack.

As he handled it, Theodore's eyes looked as if it were contaminated with so virus.

After doing all this, Theodore placed his backpack behind his head and lay back down on the bed.

It wasn't dark yet, so he could take a short nap and conserve his energy.

When midnight ca, and everyone was quietly asleep, and the entire orphanage was deeply slumbering in the night, that would be the best ti for his escape.

Perhaps it was because he was preoccupied with the thought of escaping, or perhaps it was seeing that sapphire brooch.

Theodore's sleep was restless.

In his dream, he returned to that deep, classical, and terrifying manor.

In that manor, large suits of armor and gargoyles were displayed as collectibles, placed on either side of the corridor, staring with lifeless eyes at every visitor to the grand house.

And those huge carnivorous bats hung upside down in the cave behind the house, their blood-red eyes gleaming with a cold and cruel light.

Their screeching cries, on countless late nights, passed through the withered backyard and entered the eardrums of the sleepless children.

"..."

A long, pale, withered hand reached towards Theodore's chest, gently pinning a sparkling sapphire brooch to him.

After completing this, the cold fingers did not withdraw; instead, they moved upward, silently gripping Theodore's chin.

The man's robust physique was like an insurmountable wall. In the lamplight, his shadow stretched endlessly, like a bat maliciously spreading its wings, the darkness obscuring the light and completely covering the boy's form.

"What beautiful eyes, a pure cornflower blue, even more dazzling than this sapphire."

His adoptive father, with a hint of self-satisfaction, pinched Theodore's chin between his fingers, turning it back and forth as if admiring a lifeless object.

"I should pluck out your eyes and preserve them in ice, like collecting two gems."

Upon hearing this, Theodore in the dream could no longer hold back!

He suddenly jumped up, pushed the man hard, and ducked out through the gap under his armpit!

The boy's terrified footsteps amplified endlessly in the dim, long corridor, each step echoing like a violently beating heart.

Theodore was about to rush out of the long corridor, with light just ahead.

However, at that mont, a stern, receding hairline, ruggedly bearded, black-suited figure politely blocked his path.

"Good evening, young sir."