Suppressing the expression that was about to lose control, Theodore tried his best to maintain a calm smile.
"I thought… I an, I heard Richard went to Brudhaven."
"Indeed, he's a police officer there. He usually only cos back on weekends."
Theodore was a little surprised: "He beca a police officer? And he cos ho every weekend?"
"Oh, Brudhaven is a very peaceful place."
Considering the overti rate of the GCPD, Tim wasn't surprised at all that Theodore would ask that.
Alas, Gothamites' perception of police officers had long been twisted by this city.
"Not every city is Gotham, and police officers don't have to stay up all night every day, working overti during their holidays. Dick can still make ti to co ho on weekends."
After speaking, Tim paused, realizing that today was Sunday.
According to his own words, Dick should be ho now.
But Nightwing wasn't there.
Tim glanced at Theodore, hoping he wouldn't misunderstand that Dick didn't welco him, and that was why he deliberately avoided the new mber.
This had to be explained.
"I swear, this week was an accident. Dick was called away yesterday by a last-minute case and kept regretting not being able to et you before he left. He said he would definitely co ho next Friday to have dinner with us."
Theodore smiled politely.
"Thank you, I look forward to it."
On the contrary, a chill spread from his chest, soon covering his entire chest with a cold, bone-chilling sensation.
Theodore suddenly realized that the city of Brudhaven was adjacent to Gotham, separated only by a cross-river bridge.
What did this an?
Even though he was an adult, had left the family, and had even beco a police officer, Richard Grayson still couldn't escape Wayne's control.
Tim said Richard had to work overti on the weekend, and then said Brudhaven was a peaceful city.
The two sentences sounded contradictory, but Theodore wasn't surprised at all.
If he were Richard, he would definitely seek every excuse to work overti on weekends.
From the moniker "very fond of" that Richard himself used, it was clear that Dick had no status in this manor.
That nickna starkly and nakedly declared that he was rely a plaything.
For this darling who had accompanied him the longest, Wayne was even stingy with a shred of dignity.
He leisurely savored the young man's sha, marking the fact of the other party's debauchery with the appellation, not even willing to provide Richard with a verbal fig leaf.
Considering Richard as the nominal eldest son…
Theodore reasonably speculated that adopting Richard was the first ti the then-young Wayne had made a move on a boy.
It was precisely because he was just starting out that he made the situation so overt and unrestrained.
But fortunately, Wayne was inexperienced at the ti, which allowed the adult Richard the opportunity to go to the neighboring city, weaken his control, and gain a brief respite.
It seed that the second adopted boy clearly didn't have Richard's luck.
—Jason's tombstone still stood in a corner of the public cetery, occasionally appearing as a human interest story on the front page of tabloids.
Theodore was willing to bet his entire fortune that Jason's death was inextricably linked to Wayne.
Perhaps Jason, referencing Richard's precedent, naively thought he could escape the rich man's clutches, which instead angered Wayne.
Or perhaps, Jason was actually very obedient.
But Wayne at the ti was in his pri, and he misjudged a little boy's endurance, going too far.
"…"
While he was distracted, Tim had already led him to the door of the second room.
"This is Jason's room… Uh, Theodore, are you alright?"
Hearing Jason's na suddenly, Theodore was startled, feeling a terrifying sense of having his thoughts exposed.
He widened his eyes and reacted within half a second: "I'm fine, I'm okay—wait, you said this is Jason's room?"
Theodore was a little surprised: "That boy who died? The second adopted son in this family? His room hasn't been repurposed and has been kept until today?"
The fact that Jason wasn't buried in Wayne Manor was still often discussed by the dia.
Theodore had initially thought this was Wayne acting guilty.
But now he knew that Wayne had actually kept his victim's room, like an executioner preserving his animal specins.
It was said that so serial killers collected their victims' bones as souvenirs.
So what about Wayne? What was his ntality for preserving his adopted son's room?
Did he still often revisit the place, intoxicatedly recalling the supre joy the boy once brought him?
It was too twisted, truly too twisted.
Even that guy Steiner wouldn't specifically keep the rooms of his first two adopted sons to reminisce!
Theodore couldn't help but ask: "Does anyone still live in this room?"
Tim vaguely replied: "…Occasionally."
Given that Jason was considered deceased in the public eye, it was indeed a bit troubleso to explain how he ca back from the dead.
But Red Hood did co ho from ti to ti.
"Oh." Theodore comnted indifferently, "That's truly disgusting."
"He's already dead, and Mr. Wayne still refuses to clear out his room?"
Even death couldn't free Jason from Wayne.
If that little boy had a spirit in heaven, he would surely wish to chew the other party's bones to pieces.
Tim: "???"
Friend, your question is a bit antisocial, isn't it?
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