"No, sir."
Theodore also perfunctorily waved to the crowd.
As he raised his arm, Bruce noticed the scratches on his right hand, which were already beginning to heal.
"What happened here?"
Batman was certain that when they ate Bat-burgers together last night, Theodore's hand didn't have these bloodstains.
Judging by the direction of the force, these injuries should be…
Theodore scanned around, his gaze locking onto Jason, who was hidden in the crowd, and he shot him a fierce, threatening look.
—"Rember what I said." He mouthed the words to Jason.
Then, looking up, Theodore smiled at Bruce.
"You're making fun of , I have a friend, very spicy, hmm, you know…"
Bruce: "…"
No, he didn't understand.
Does this child have so strange magic about him?
Why, every ti he sees Batman or Bruce Wayne, the conversation always veers off to sothing like this?
And Batman was very sure he had just seen that "spicy" "friend" with a clear, uncovered handprint on his neck.
Considering it happened last night, and judging by the color of the mark, Theodore had shown no rcy, clearly intending to choke the other person to death.
Patting the shoulder of this boy who didn't even bat an eye when lying, Bruce pretended he hadn't noticed anything and walked alongside him towards the luxury car.
He even considerately blinked, his tone friendly and natural, as if speaking to an equal friend.
"This is still too early for you, child—it seems I should rein it in for a while, can't have them saying I'm setting a bad example for my own child!"
Two pairs of blue eyes t, both reflecting the handso figure with black hair and blue eyes.
The next second, Theodore's eyes curved, and he smiled awkwardly.
He had to smile like that.
If he didn't use a smile to hide it, the curses in Theodore's eyes would have spilled out.
—Of course you'll rein it in, of course you don't need to date so many beauties anymore.
—Because you've found a new toy, which is , the innocent one, damn it!
"Get in the car, child."
Bruce smiled towards the butler: "Oh, let introduce you, this is our butler, Alfred."
Theodore: "!!!"
Instantly, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him from head to toe.
Heaven and earth inverted, winds and clouds changed color, and the world turned into large building blocks, reassembling before Theodore's eyes.
"Excuse , Al… Al what?!"
"Alfred, Master Theodore."
The tall, slender butler placed one hand over his chest and bowed to Theodore: "English nas can indeed be a bit tongue-twisting. Master Bruce also had trouble pronouncing it when he was little."
A hint of nostalgia welled up in Bruce's eyes, and his tone softened even further.
"If you're not used to it, you can just call him Alfie… What's wrong? Why the sudden expression?"
Theodore: "…"
The boy's face was green, tinged with black, as if soone had just shoved a ghost into his mouth.
"Heh heh, no need. Mr. Alfred, right? It's fine, I can pronounce it smoothly."
Theodore would rather die today, rather jump off Wayne Tower, rather be beaten until every bone in his body was broken by Batman, than call a serious-looking, balding, British-accented, thoroughly English butler nad Alfred, "Alfie"!
Soone, help!
Who can tell Theodore what kind of nightmare this is, replayed!!!
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