Tim and Bruce also didn't plan to keep it from Theodore indefinitely.
As soon as they passed the initial adjustnt period, they would reveal their true identities to Theodore.
So, he had to give Theodore a heads-up in advance.
That way, when they revealed their identities in the future, Theodore wouldn't be too surprised.
This line of thought was perfectly sound.
It was just that Theodore was already very surprised.
Theodore: "!!!"
His hand, holding the dining fork, trembled slightly.
When he saw the two large dark circles under Tim's eyes, he still held a sliver of hope.
After all, for contemporary teenagers, staying up late was commonplace.
Even Theodore himself, after finishing dinner and returning to his room yesterday, couldn't resist playing video gas for an hour.
But when Tim spoke with such familiarity and understanding, stating that Bruce had gone to bed late yesterday, Theodore could no longer continue to deceive himself.
Bruce went to bed late yesterday; how did Tim know?
Why did Tim also go to bed late because Bruce went to bed late?
There weren't that many coincidences in the world!
On Theodore's first night at Wayne Manor—the night he locked his room and blocked the door with tables and chairs—what unspeakable evil had occurred?
Last night, Theodore had been prepared for battle but never heard his door being pushed open.
Was that due to special treatnt for a newcor, or did Tim sacrifice himself, leading away the crisis that should have co to him?
Theodore clutched the dining fork tightly, a sense of powerlessness and indignation surging in his chest.
Bruce Wayne!
You wealthy, unprincipled man, you've hard so many!
His lips moved a few tis, and Theodore sincerely advised Tim: "Let's go."
"I'm not going to school today."
Tim was so sleepy he nearly face-planted into his plate twice: "Alfred, please ask the school for a leave of absence for ."
This silly child, why couldn't he understand what he ant at all!
Theodore looked at the old butler standing nearby, unable to speak too plainly, and a faint sweat broke out on his back.
He vaguely said: "You like this, it's not very good, is it?"
—Are you sure you want to stay in the manor?
—When you wake up, won't Bruce also be awake?!
You can catch up on sleep anywhere; you can sleep in class at school too.
Tim rubbed his eyes, haphazardly shoved the last piece of pancake into his mouth, and after a few chews, washed it down with milk.
He choked, rolling his eyes, and his consciousness finally cleared a little.
Tim explained with a slight chuckle: "I have a board eting at the company this afternoon; it's business, not skipping class."
Understood. Tim wasn't completely foolish; at least he knew to hide at the company.
Theodore nodded with relief, feeling like soone watching an execution, seeing his companion's death sentence extended by another day.
Board etings, Theodore didn't understand.
But if Tim could use this thod to gain so leverage for him, it was also a survival strategy in a difficult situation.
As for himself…
Theodore silently lowered his eyes and picked up his backpack hanging on the back of the dining chair.
He also had his own escape plan.
It wasn't until Theodore had walked three steps away that Tim suddenly rembered sothing and called him back.
"Oh, by the way, Theodore, here you go."
Tim elegantly flicked his wrist, and a finely crafted mobile phone slid from one end of the dining table to the other, stopping steadily in front of Theodore.
eting Theodore's slightly surprised expression, Tim smiled at him amiably.
"I noticed you don't seem to have a phone? Take this, consider it my welco gift to you, so we can keep in touch."
Theodore had indeed never owned a phone of his own.
He picked up the phone, looked at it, and then curiously fiddled with it a couple of tis, clearly enamored.
When he realized he hadn't thanked him yet, Theodore looked at Tim awkwardly.
"Thank you, I really like it."
Tim also smiled back at Theodore.
"You're welco."
In modern society, many things you want to know can be found online.
And what kind of person you are can also be seen from your browsing history.
But it wasn't until he investigated Theodore earlier that Tim was startled to realize Theodore hadn't left much browsing history in modern internet society at all.
First, he had no phone.
Second, there was no internet room in the orphanage.
Finally, Theodore's only chance to access the internet was during the weekly computer class at school.
Every ti, he would send a chat email to an online friend he knew.
But that email couldn't be problematic, and it didn't contain passwords or anything like that.
Because the online friend Theodore befriended was nad Peter Parker.
This high school online friend also had a hidden identity: Spider-Man of New York.
Tim: "…"
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