DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 25 25: He Didn't Mishear, Did He? Dick???

The butler, with his white-gloved hand, pulled open the car door again, elegantly gesturing for the adult and the child to enter.

Theodore hesitantly scuffed the soles of his shoes.

Seriously, he had to get in the car now?

This ant that for the next half hour, Theodore would be in the sa enclosed space as a wealthy man and an English butler nad Alfred?

Was this progress too rapid, too stimulating?!

Moreover, if he sat in the back, he would inevitably be on the sa level as Wayne.

Sitting in the front wasn't much better. The old butler would be right beside him, and Wayne's watchful gaze would prickle his back.

Theodore now understood what it ant to be caught between a rock and a hard place.

If he had a choice, Theodore would definitely get into the driver's seat imdiately—if any pervert dared to lay a hand on him, Theodore would instantly floor the accelerator, taking everyone in the car straight to hell!

As he hesitated, Wayne behind him suddenly moved.

Theodore subconsciously half-turned.

He had instantly put on a fake smile, subtly tensing his shoulders, and made way for the car door: "Sir, I think you should first..."

"Don't be so formal, I told you, just call Bruce."

Wayne said, stepping two paces past Theodore's shoulder. "You sit in the back, child." Bruce waved casually, opening the front car door himself. "Today, I want to see the scenery from the front."

Oh, he could sit in a row by himself?

And he wouldn't have to endure being watched from behind, the initiative was in his own hands?

Theodore looked at Wayne in disbelief, but the other man had already taken the passenger seat and closed the door.

Luck ca so suddenly that Theodore quickly scrambled into the car and sat down, afraid that if he was a second slower, Wayne would suddenly change his mind.

As the car started, Theodore hugged his backpack, sprawling like a relaxed little bird in the leather seat.

Without his noticing, Bruce quickly glanced at his new adopted son through the rearview mirror.

He showed obvious relaxation when alone, clearly, the boy had concerns about certain things.

As for the specifics of "certain things"...

Bruce thought of the anonymous tip-off letter in his study.

The head of the Gotham Children's Protection Association was incorruptible, which was why Bruce Wayne had insisted on her promotion back then.

So this tip-off letter was not obtained by Bruce through soft illegal ans or bribery.

This was Batman using physical illegal ans, directly breaking into the association in the middle of the night and finding it in the other party's bookshelf.

It wasn't to retaliate against the informant.

Every ti Wayne was targeted, Batman had to investigate to ensure the attack was only directed at Wayne himself and not an attempt to implicate his other identity.

As Batman, he had to prevent his true identity from being exposed, so he could protect everyone he cared about.

The letter proved that Theodore was indeed not foolish. He deliberately wrote the letter with his left hand.

But he wasn't very clever either.

On the edge of the letter, Theodore left half a fingerprint.

Batman, who extracted that half a fingerprint: "..."

He then recalled the astonishing deduction Theodore made when eating the Bat-burger that day.

Batman resolved that no matter whether Theodore would beco a vigilante in the future, he must arrange corresponding detective courses for him.

It was no exaggeration to say that with Theodore's current level, even if he beca a villain, he wouldn't even qualify to enter Arkham!

In the plan, before starting to teach Theodore, Bruce would first dispel his suspicions about him.

Of course, not through one-sided words.

Gotham is not tropolis, and Bruce Wayne is not Superman.

Imagine this scene:

Soone you just reported sits in front of you the next day, takes out your report letter, places it on the table, and earnestly says you have so misunderstandings about , listen to my explanation...

Any purebred Gothamite who was naive enough to believe that would not even last until the next day; their body would be floating in the Gotham River that very night.

So, Theodore had to realize on his own that his previous conjectures were baseless.

In Bruce's view, this problem was not difficult to solve.

Accusations without actual basis are like duckweed; they will be washed away cleanly in the face of sufficiently powerful evidence.

Before departing, Bruce had briefed Tim.

His third Robin was a sufficiently intelligent and perceptive boy.

Bruce knew Tim would understand what he ant.

Theodore would soon discover that the imaginary enemy he was guarding against did not exist.

Batman might be an overly strict ntor, but Bruce was a gentle and reliable father.

Under Batman's wings, the grown birds scattered to various places, but they were also like migratory birds heading ho, always returning to the Manor for winter.

And Theodore, he would eventually beco part of this family.

He would be taught a vast amount of practical knowledge, learn how to curb and control his strong aggressive impulses, and beco a person with a clean future.

From the mont the car drove through the Manor gates, Theodore began to pay attention to every tiny detail.

Wayne Manor covered a huge area.

In Theodore's opinion, this ant a lot of trouble when trying to escape.

There were no diligent gardeners tending to the flowers in the garden, no drivers actively greeting them near the garage, and no housekeepers cleaning when they entered the mansion.

According to Alfred, he could complete most of the work alone.

On rare occasions, such as when the flowerbeds needed regular trimming, the old butler would schedule a professional team.

This explanation was very reasonable, but to Theodore's ears, it was not at all the sa thing.

The vast Wayne Manor, managed entirely by one butler?

Where were the chefs? The maids? The bodyguards?

Could the old butler really be holding multiple positions?