Don't be ridiculous, even if he were an MI5 agent, he couldn't shoulder so many years of tedious work!
Wayne Group wasn't going bankrupt tomorrow, unable to even pay a few more employees.
In the current situation, Theodore could only think of one possibility:
Deep within this mansion, so unspeakable secret was hidden.
To prevent the secret from being exposed to broad daylight, the fewer people living here, the better.
Crossing the threshold of the mansion, Theodore stepped onto the gleaming floor of the main hall.
Tim appeared at this mont.
The vibrant young man slowly descended the spiral staircase.
He was wearing loose training clothes, with un-wiped sweat still on his cheeks and neck, and he greeted them cheerfully.
"You're back."
"This is Tim, I don't think I need to introduce him to you."
Bruce smiled at Theodore: "Martial arts and combat are his hobbies; there's a dedicated training room in the house."
Martial arts, combat, extre sports, all are prone to injury.
So it's not what you think.
Tim also smiled and said: "That's right, if you're interested, I can teach you from scratch."
As soon as Theodore saw Tim's training, he would know that with Tim's skill, he could easily smash the heads of anyone with ill intentions in three seconds.
Every single head of the pervert, e-ve-ry single one.
As he spoke, Tim had already descended the steps and stood in front of Theodore, friendly patting his shoulder.
"Hi, Theodore, my new brother, welco. You know, I'm really happy Bruce said you could co."
Yes, Tim was happy.
Even with all the tangled mysteries and even doubts surrounding Theodore, Tim was willing to accept him without reservation.
Let the seemingly cursed brotherly relationships of the Bat Family end with his generation.
No more Robin mocking the second Robin, saying he was just a little bird.
And don't let the resurrected second Robin, wearing a red helt, furiously stab the third Robin's spleen.
He, Tim, the third Robin, was going to spread the wings of love to his new brother today!
The Bat Family's stomach-churning brotherly legacy would end with him!
...
Faced with Tim's much more enthusiastic reaction than at school, Theodore felt complicated.
He forced a polite smile at Tim, lowering his eyes to avoid those sparkling blue eyes.
He wondered, how did Tim see him?
Would those clear, calm eyes, like the surface of the sea, reflect a clown-like image?
Perhaps Tim would think Theodore was overestimating himself.
Although he reported Bruce Wayne, he not only failed to save Tim but also got himself involved.
And Tim's warm welco raised the level of irony of the whole situation even further.
—Tim would, of course, welco new mbers to this family.
This couldn't be blad on Tim.
If the roles were reversed, and Theodore once again found himself in a similar situation, it would be human nature to hope soone could help share the burden.
Hadn't he already realized it? Timothy Drake, a bird with clipped wings, curled up in a gilded cage, afraid to step outside the cage door.
But when he heard Tim's enthusiastic welcoming words, Theodore still felt a chill of sorrow welling up in his heart.
He had thought, he had thought.
Theodore had genuinely held a glimr of hope that in this suffocating Manor, Tim would be willing to cover for him and beco his ally.
Now it seed that this possibility was almost nil.
If Tim still possessed an unyielding soul, he should feel pity for his new brother, instead of showing such heartfelt welco in his eyes and actions, as he was now.
Bruce smiled and waved his hand: "Let Tim show you around the Manor. You two must have a lot to talk about."
If he stayed glued to them, it would only confirm the perceived threat and intimidation.
It was better to let the two boys get together, speak a few heartfelt words freely, tell so happy stories that happened in the Manor, and then quietly complain a bit about their older brothers.
By tomorrow morning at the latest, Theodore would understand how absurd his previous assumptions were.
This plan was actually flawless.
—It should have been.
But the problem was, the person this plan encountered was Theodore.
Tim started from the second floor, introducing the closest bedroom on the right to Theodore.
"This is Dick's room. Do you know him? The famous Grayson back then, he now works at the Brudhaven police departnt."
As soon as the words fell, Theodore maintained his expression, but his heart suddenly pounded!
What? What did you call him?
He didn't mishear, did he—Dick???
What the hell is the difference between this and Dicky?!
If this was a joke, it was far too dark!!!
As if sensing Theodore's confusion, Tim added in due course: "Dick is Richard, you must have heard of him. He likes to be called by his nickna by familiar people."
Theodore numbly smiled: "Good na, I have indeed heard of him."
Yes, grammatically speaking, Richard's nickna is indeed Dick.
But considering that "Dick" also ans "penis," which is quite vulgar, unless it's a joke among close friends, people generally don't use it actively.
From Tim's words, did the word "Dick" just fly around freely in this house?
Theodore was greatly shocked, his pupils dilated in disbelief, completely at a loss.
—What a den of iniquity, a Sodom steeped in sin!
He had just arrived, barely ten minutes through the door.
Was Wayne's arrogance so blatant that he couldn't even bother to pretend for a few more days?!
He really couldn't stay in this house for another minute!!!
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