Batman grabbed Theodore's shoulder, and a grappling hook shot out from his wrist.
The Bat-grapple lightly touched the wall for leverage, and the two of them soared effortlessly over the orphanage's high wall, which was covered in broken glass.
The entire sequence of movents was incredibly smooth, without any stagnation. Theodore's usual wall-climbing was already fluid enough, but compared to Batman, it was like heaven and earth.
Theodore only felt a blur before his eyes, and the next second, he was already on his feet, standing inside the orphanage's courtyard.
"..."
How such a skill was developed, the details were simply too much to ponder.
Theodore felt that this vigilante gentleman must have done a lot of illegal trespassing in private residences.
Batman released Theodore's shoulder. It was hard to imagine him lifting a boy weighing over a hundred pounds as easily as if he were carrying a small sandwich.
Theodore smoothed out his wrinkled clothes himself, looking at Batman with a hint of surprise.
Imdiately, his gaze was noticed by Batman. The tall, strong Dark Knight turned his face towards him, as if waiting for Theodore to speak.
"Uh, thank you for bringing back, and also thank you for wrinkling my favorite jacket," Theodore swallowed nervously, feeling his mouth begin to lose its function as a gate. "I an, I thought you'd be holding by the back of my collar."
On the helt, the two white patches representing his eyes seed to scan Theodore's T-shirt collar.
"You would suffocate that way."
"I wouldn't… Well, I would suffocate, thank you for your consideration." Theodore awkwardly touched his throat.
"You should go back, child."
Batman's towering figure stood like a pillar of salt in the dark night, giving the impression that he wouldn't leave until he personally confird Theodore had returned inside.
Theodore shuffled a few steps towards the house, then couldn't help but look back.
His voice was a bit muffled as he stamred, "Everything tonight is just a secret, right?"
"I an… I was just hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to go out for sothing to eat, I wasn't trying to run away. You won't tell Mr. Wayne about this, right?"
"You see, Mr. Wayne is usually so busy, there's no need to worry him with such small matters."
The Dark Knight remained silent, his gaze fixed on Theodore.
For a mont, Theodore almost thought he was completely seen through by Batman.
But in the end, the other party rely nodded almost imperceptibly.
Phew—
Theodore sighed in relief, lowering his head slightly.
At that very instant, Batman's tall figure suddenly vanished from his sight.
Theodore looked sowhat stunned at the spot where Batman had stood. The cold night wind seeped into his jacket, making the boy shiver slightly.
He pulled his jacket collar tighter, then expertly slipped through the window. Before he could even close the window again, a head popped out from upstairs, full of excitent.
"Theodore! You secretly snuck out and got caught by Batman again, I saw it all!"
Jason, the boy who had tried to approach Wayne earlier but was threatened away by Theodore's gaze. He was leaning out the window, his eyes glinting with malicious light.
"I heard you begging Batman not to tell," Jason grinned maliciously at Theodore. "It's okay, Batman won't tell, but I can."
Theodore suddenly looked up, his eyes cold.
"You dare?!"
"Ha, you're also afraid of Wayne finding out, aren't you? Worried about your pretty little butt getting ssed up by Dad?"
Theodore's fingers had silently tightened on the window fra, his sharp, bright gaze looking as if it wanted to split Jason open.
A sense of danger surged, following him like a shadow. Jason slowly reined in his audacious smile, a look of retreat appearing on his face.
Just then, Theodore suddenly lowered his gaze and smiled.
"Look at you, Jason," Theodore said softly. "It's so cold, why don't you close your window in the middle of the night?"
Jason abruptly pulled his head back, frantically trying to close the window pane.
But before his fingers could reach the window sash, another hand had already taken hold of his wrist, refusing to be denied.
Theodore stood with both feet on his own room's windowsill, one hand gripping the protruding window fra of the gray wall, veins bulging, while the other hand firmly held Jason's wrist.
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