In the phone he gave Theodore, Tim had set up a few small things.
First was the positioning system, which was for Theodore's safety.
Even without a secret identity at night, as the adopted son of the wealthy Wayne, one would inevitably be kidnapped a few tis in a lifeti.
Second, Tim had coded a program into Theodore's phone.
When it detected keywords Tim had set, such as "Batman," "Bruce Wayne," "Joker," "Arkham," etc., it would automatically report the relevant results to Tim's computer.
Finally, when Theodore encountered an ergency, the phone would also automatically send an alarm signal for him.
The distress signal would go directly to the Bat-channel.
Other than that, this was the most advanced, trendiest, largest capacity, and always lag-free tech phone for gaming.
To prevent Theodore from discovering it, Tim had put several layers of barriers on the program he planted.
If Theodore could crack his password even with all that, it would in itself convey a lot of information.
However, what Tim never expected was that after Theodore fiddled with the phone for a bit, he proactively asked him for guidance.
"I want to download Google Chro on my phone, how do I do that?"
"Does this phone of yours co with a manual?"
Tim: "…"
He instantly felt that the four layers of barriers he had set up were completely unnecessary.
Suppressing his surprise, Tim patiently guided Theodore on how to perform basic phone operations.
Theodore was very happy: "I understand, a phone is like a miniature computer, actually quite similar to what we learned in computer class."
Tim smiled, hiding a hint of thoughtfulness that flickered in his eyes.
"Of course, you learn very quickly."
Theodore happily went to school with his new phone.
Tim had originally planned to catch up on sleep in the morning.
But because Theodore had thrown out new mysteries, his brain couldn't help but fall into thought.
Just as he was finally brewing a bit of sleepiness and was about to doze off, his computer suddenly chid.
That was the program he had set up for Theodore's phone, indicating that Theodore had searched for certain keywords.
Tim suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of bed, sat cross-legged on the chair barefoot, and opened the computer backend.
As Theodore's browsing history continuously refreshed, keywords were repeatedly triggered, and the chiming never stopped, as sensitive as the review standards of a certain green novel website, ringing eighteen tis in three minutes.
Looking at Theodore's search history, Tim's expression gradually beca blank.
Wait, what is Theodore doing…?
First, at this ti, he must be secretly playing on his phone during class. But that's not important.
Second, why did he see Theodore continuously, repeatedly, non-stop…
Non-stop searching for all accounts nad "Timothy" on Twitter?
Tim: "???"
He couldn't understand Theodore's action.
If Theodore wanted to find Tim, Tim's personal hopage would be at the top of the search list.
But Theodore only followed him, and then just left him there!
And besides Timothy Drake, since just now, Theodore had followed at least one hundred and eighty Timothys!
This number was still growing.
In just twenty minutes, his follower count was almost at two hundred!
Tim reached for his water cup in shock, feeling like he needed a sip of coffee to calm his nerves.
How had he never noticed before—Theodore, are you so kind of Timothy collector?
After patiently observing Theodore's actions for a while, Timothy finally saw the clue.
Theodore wasn't so kind of "Timothy hoarder"; he must be looking for a specific "Timothy."
Every Timothy who posted their own photo, Theodore skipped.
—Except for Tim.
As for those Timothys without photo records, Theodore followed them all, the main principle being to rather kill by mistake than let go.
A hint of doubt couldn't help but rise in Tim's heart.
—Who is Theodore looking for?
Did he already know a "Timothy" before appearing at the Arkham Asylum entrance?
At Gotham High School, Theodore finally stopped searching.
He looked at the photo displayed on his phone, and from the person's already matured features, he easily recognized the shadow of the past.
Gently caressing the phone screen, Theodore sighed in relief, feeling as if a weight had finally been lifted from his heart.
It was good; after escaping Stanley, Timothy had grown up safely.
From the hopage content, his non-blood brother, supporting companion, and accomplice in cri had completely escaped the shadows of the past and were living openly in the sunlight.
He went to college, found a job, and made many reliable friends.
The past twenty years had clearly transford Timothy.
The most recent photo on his hopage showed Timothy celebrating his birthday with friends.
[A happy day! Thanks to Reid, Morgan, Emily, and Hotch!]
Looking at the birthday candles on the cake in the photo, Theodore's expression was a little dazed.
That's right, the current Timothy was already thirty-five years old.
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