Therefore, Robin's first reaction was that soone had set a trap for Batman, using so dangerous, forbidden agent on the drug dealer.
But Batman did not retreat.
He leaned down to examine the drug dealer's condition, and after two or three seconds, he quickly made a decision.
Taking an adrenaline auto-injector from his utility belt, Batman injected it into the man's vein.
"Contact ergency services imdiately," Batman said in a deep voice. "Edema, itching, difficulty breathing—these are extrely severe allergic reactions."
That night, on the roof of the GCPD building, Gordon took off his glasses and slowly wiped them with the corner of his clothes.
"The hospital has already found out. That drug dealer is severely allergic to peanuts. Even without eating or touching them, contact with peanut scent in the air can cause a reaction."
"..."
Batman said nothing.
Batman's silence was as stubborn as a high wall standing in Gotham.
Gordon stepped forward, trying to comfort the Dark Knight: "Old friend, don't be too discouraged, who could have foreseen this... I an, one always has to have so culinary preferences, and even if you had peanut butter for dinner, it's no big deal, right?"
Batman turned his head towards Robin.
"Note it down, Bat-Manual Article 425: No peanut butter before night patrol."
Robin seed to want to say sothing, then heavily closed his mouth.
"...Okay, Bat."
"What? That's not necessary, how many extre cases like this can there be? Old friend, don't take it to heart, why give up delicious peanut butter for this..."
For so reason, as soon as these words of persuasion fell, Gordon seed to glimpse a deep sense of indignation in the Dark Knight's aloof figure.
—But how could that be? He must not have wiped his glasses clean just now.
Gordon took off his glasses again and began to wipe them with the corner of his clothes.
Just as he bent his head, Batman, carrying his Robin, vanished from Gordon's sight with a 'whoosh' as if by magic.
Gordon wiped his glasses clean, saw that no one was around, and sighed with little surprise.
"Sigh, gone again."
He regretfully took a piece of candy from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.
"Barbara gave this peanut candy to chew on when I quit smoking... I was going to ask if you wanted one too."
Batman took Robin back to the Batcave, furiously brushed his teeth, showered, and then, in the early hours of the morning, stood persistently at the drug dealer's bedside.
Drug dealer: "Ah ah ah ah—mm mm mm!"
This Batman is terrifying!
Street rumors only said he hit people hard and never killed, no one said he would intentionally cause soone an allergic reaction, then rescue them at death's door to interrogate them!
If he had known Batman had such thods, he would have confessed from eight hundred ters away!
The terrified drug dealer shivered and smoothly confessed the information Batman wanted.
"I'll tell, I'll tell everything, please stay away from !"
The intelligence was successfully obtained.
But perhaps it was an illusion caused by the lighting, Batman looked... not very happy?
The matter seed to be drawing to a close here.
However, a month later, Batman finished his night patrol and arrived at a familiar fast-food restaurant, wanting to buy a Bat-al.
When the night shift employee looked up and saw Batman's tall figure, his eyes imdiately lit up, and he enthusiastically recomnded the latest and most popular "Bat's Favorite al" to him.
Batman's hand, reaching for his money, paused.
For so reason, a keen Bat-sense told him that nothing good was about to happen.
But Batman feared no hardship and bravely asked the question.
"What's the difference?"
The employee was overjoyed, looking as if he was waiting for praise from his idol.
"In the Bat's Favorite al, the salad dressing in the burger has been replaced with Batman's favorite peanut butter!"
Batman: "..."
Batman turned and left.
Robin followed closely behind him, and although he covered his mouth, he still made a sound like escaping air.
Alfred would surely be delighted if he knew they willingly gave up fast-food late-night snacks.
Nightwing and Red Hood would definitely laugh loudly in their private chat channel.
In fact, they might have already gotten together, waiting to see the old Bat's joke while secretly finishing a "Bat's Favorite al"!
As for the other mber of the family, the instigator of this whole affair...
—Theodore, are you satisfied now, Theodore?
—Is this what you wanted to see, Theodore!!!?
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