At least until the boy ca of age, Batman could help him, guide him, restrain him, and beco that safety rope tied around Theodore's waist.
He hadn't yet decided whether to train Theodore to beco Robin.
But being adopted by Bruce Wayne could at least allow Theodore to beco soone with a bright future.
Batman raised his hand, and under Theodore's surprised gaze, gently patted Theodore's soft black hair.
He could feel Theodore's guardedness towards him.
But it didn't matter, Batman happened to have raised a child very similar to him.
Referring to Jason's sample, in such monts, Batman knew exactly what he should say.
Like now…
—Are you hungry?"
"…"
Theodore was a bit unsure what the subtext of this question was.
He was definitely hungry, as six or seven hours had passed since dinner, and the food in his stomach had long been digested.
But even a three-year-old knew not to casually eat things offered by strangers.
If he answered "hungry" directly, perhaps in the next second, Batman would warn him that this was what he deserved for running away, making him rember the lesson.
Or, Batman would take out so strange things to feed him, and after eating them, he would beco very obedient—this world even had aliens, so a couple more magical drugs wouldn't be surprising.
The most terrifying possibility was that Batman's "hungry" was a taphor.
As soon as Theodore nodded, the other party would press him against the alley wall and feed him so bat guts or sothing…
Don't say Batman couldn't do such a thing.
Before tonight, Theodore couldn't have imagined Batman would submissively work for Wayne!
He shivered subtly, Theodore firmly shook his head: "No, I'm not hungry at all, I'm going back."
However, as if his body was deliberately working against him, before he finished speaking, Theodore's stomach let out an extrely loud rumble.
Theodore: "…"
The situation beca a bit awkward and intensely anxious for a mont.
Just as Theodore instinctively wanted to step back to avoid being hard for lying, the man above him seed to let out a soft, amused breath.
Theodore looked up uncertainly.
Just now… did he see Batman smile?
The man's exposed jaw, his lips, did indeed curve upwards by a very tiny margin?
"Co with , child." Batman said calmly, "Before I take you back, I'll take you to get sothing to eat."
So now, Theodore and Batman sat side by side on the eaves, staring at the Bat-burger in his hand, doubting life.
Between them, there was also a steaming box of Robin fries, the kind with ketchup.
The burger al was ordered fresh at the fast-food restaurant, completely eliminating any possibility of tampering.
Theodore poked the burger, then looked at Batman with an incredulous gaze, surprised that he was actually willing to treat him to normal food.
"You, you… I an, Mr. Batman…"
"What is it?"
Batman asked knowingly, even picking up a fry and dipping it in ketchup.
Watching the sauce-covered fry naturally go into the other's mouth, Theodore's mind went blank.
Theodore: "!!!"
Oh my god, soone pinch him, this wasn't a dream, was it?
Batman actually ate fries!
Perhaps the potatoes for the fries were so special energy material, the crimson ketchup was actually concentrated blood, and the Bat-burger in his hand… well, Theodore couldn't make it up anymore.
He tentatively took a bite of the burger: the flavor was actually quite good.
He lifted the bun to look: the patty was the most ordinary round shape.
Noticing the boy's dilemma beside him, Batman spoke: "What's wrong?"
"I thought, since it's called a Bat-burger, the patty might be bat-shaped or sothing…"
"It's just a regular burger, with a bat printed on the packaging." Batman recalled, "It tastes pretty good."
Occasionally, after a night patrol, he and Robin would secretly enjoy a al together, hiding it from Alfred.
Hearing this, Theodore was greatly shocked.
"You've eaten Bat-burgers too!"
"You even eat fries!"
Didn't everyone say Batman was shadow, darkness, the devil's shadow, a vampire lurking in Gotham's dark corners, only coming out at night?
Did non-human creatures have such a wide and casual diet??
Unless, unless…
Theodore's throat moved, as if swallowing a hard, difficult lump, finally realizing sothing belatedly.
He said in a strange tone: "Oh, I understand…"
"Batman, you're actually a human, right?"
Batman: "…"
The last ti he heard such an absurd deduction was the last ti.
No, Batman had never heard such an absurd deduction!
What was wrong with his newly adopted child?
When he treated Jason to food that ti, things went very smoothly.
Beneath his cowl, Batman couldn't help but look at Theodore's brain with a skeptical gaze.
For the first ti in his life, he wished he had Superman's X-ray vision.
Compared to the current Robin's talent—Tim was a keen detective, excellent enough to uncover Bruce's true identity.
As for the previous two Robins: Dick and Jason also possessed outstanding investigative abilities.
As for this boy in front of him…
Batman silently dipped the second fry into the ketchup.
Unable to tell if it was relief or exasperation, at this mont, Batman felt that perhaps the family would finally have a child who could neither beco Robin nor any other vigilante.
Hmm…
It's pretty good.
It's actually really good.
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