Tim couldn't sleep.
At 3:30 AM, he was thinking about Theodore.
At 4:30 AM, he was still thinking about Theodore.
At 5:30 AM, Tim tried to convince himself: Sleep, how can you let your new brother ss with your planned arrangents for tomorrow?
At 6:30 AM, two deep dark circles hung under Tim's eyes, like a unique smoky eye makeup.
Tim lay with his eyes open, his mind saying: You should sleep, you'll die suddenly if you don't.
Tim closed his eyes, his mind saying: What exactly is going on with Theodore?!
Speaking of which, Tim and Batman had once considered the most serious possibility.
That is, Theodore's intervention with Tim was because he knew Batman's true identity.
But later, Batman took turns using both identities to probe, and Theodore's reactions were all normal.
The identity exposure theory was temporarily put aside.
It also couldn't be ruled out that Theodore had lost relevant mories or had been brainwashed.
However, if Theodore was truly an "invitation," the person sending the invitation would have created more abnormalities on him, perhaps even retaining so dramatic flair.
It would be like the host tying a ribbon to the invitation and adorning it with gold dust, making it eye-catching enough to be seen at a glance.
But Theodore had no such marks on him.
However, this didn't an there were no other issues with Theodore.
A person's essence might be complex, but their logic of action in a short period must be consistent from beginning to end.
Therefore, it was impossible for Theodore to be indifferent, even feeling "disgusted," towards a "deceased" brother he had never t, while simultaneously showing sympathy for his classmate Timothy Drake, even risking himself to protect him.
In Tim's eyes, Theodore was extrely contradictorily split into two sides: light and dark.
The dark side was oblivious to a life that had passed, while the light side was willing to abide by worldly morals.
Within Theodore's two sets of behavioral rules, there must be so cognitive balance between them.
Tim thought, there must be so important information hidden here, but he had overlooked it.
There was a high probability that it was related to Theodore's uninvestigable past.
At 7:30 AM, Theodore sat at the dining table, yawning continuously.
Ten minutes later, Tim stumbled downstairs for breakfast.
From his eyes, so blurry with sleep that he couldn't keep them open, Theodore genuinely worried if he would tumble down the stairs.
After a mont of hesitation, Theodore couldn't help but voice his concern: "Tim, are you alright?"
"Hmm? I'm fine, I'm okay, I just need a cup of coffee…"
Tim mumbled in response, his words slurred, as if he were reciting so magical incantation.
Theodore was utterly shocked to discover that this person, with his eyes closed the entire ti, had managed to walk to the coffee machine using a Batman-like radar!
And that wasn't all; Tim chugged a cup of espresso, and when he opened his eyes again, it was like a magical girl transformation, revealing a pair of bling-bling, wide-open eyes!
Theodore: "…"
Is that really coffee you're drinking, or so restricted hormone?
His suspicious gaze silently shifted to the coffee machine.
Could it be that his estimation yesterday was wrong, and at Wayne Manor, drugs are usually put into coffee?
Looking at Tim, who seed to have not slept all night, Theodore asked again: "Are you really okay, Tim?"
"I'm fine, it's nothing."
As he spoke, Tim picked up his cup and brought it to his lips, his nose twitching slightly as he carefully sniffed the white liquid inside.
Thank goodness, it wasn't peanut milk.
Then he speared the maple syrup pancake in front of him and, completely unsuspecting, took a bite—Tim's movents froze.
Wait, why does it taste like peanuts again?!
Tim looked up in shock at Theodore: "You woke up so early to make breakfast?"
Has the Bat Family, hereditary night owls, finally welcod a diurnal little bird?
Theodore smiled sheepishly: "I usually wake up early."
His three als a day would never be left to others!
Besides, once the persona of soone who likes peanuts is established, it must be seen through to the end!
Tim's features crumpled, and he forced a smile, frantically pouring syrup over the pancake: "That's a great habit, but won't it be too much trouble for you?"
"Not at all, not at all." Theodore humbly replied, subtly glancing upstairs, then casually asked, "By the way, where is Mr. Wayne? Is he not coming down for breakfast?"
"Oh, you can just call him Bruce."
After correcting Theodore's overly polite address, Tim shook his head, trying to ward off the sleepiness, before continuing:
"He went to bed late yesterday. Unless it's sothing important, he won't wake up until at least 3 PM. We don't need to worry about him."
Everyone in the Bat Family, except Theodore, was a nocturnal animal.
Over ti, this fact certainly couldn't be kept secret.
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