DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 40 40 He was surprised to find that he had actually

He was surprised to find that he had actually arrived twenty years later.

What did this an?

First, Stanley's bones were rotten.

As long as Theodore denied everything, no one could arrest him for a case from twenty years ago.

After all, who would have thought: the fifteen-year-old Theodore of today was actually involved in a case from twenty years ago?

Secondly, the place where he woke up just now, for so reason, gave Theodore a strange sense of familiarity.

Later, Theodore learned that the place was called Arkham Asylum, one of Gotham's famous horror story attractions.

In Gotham, the most vicious curse you could imagine was "May you end up in Arkham."

Theodore: "..."

Although this place was renowned throughout Arica as the darkest city, Theodore felt surprisingly good after living there for a while.

Theodore absolutely loved Gotham. Everyone here was a talent; if you didn't like what they said, you could just kill them. Coming here felt like coming ho.

Anyway, anywhere felt more like ho compared to na Manor.

The mory only lasted a brief mont. In the blink of an eye, Theodore snapped back to reality and sighed softly at his phone screen.

He closed Timothy's Twitter page.

Just like with the hundreds of Timothy's tweets before, Theodore did not click the 'Follow' button.

Theodore wouldn't disturb Timothy.

He was also certain that if their positions were reversed and Timothy discovered Theodore had a normal life, he would likely not disturb him either.

This was a small, unspoken understanding, clear to both of them.

The distance between Theodore and Timothy was not rely twenty years.

These two boys, who had only known each other for three months in their lives, had briefly, for the sa goal, risked everything to fight with all their might.

They shared a secret they were unwilling to ntion to others.

Everything that happened in na Manor had abruptly ended with Stanley's death.

And all related mories, even related individuals, were sealed by ti.

Let them rot in their hearts forever.

After only a brief mont of lancholy, Theodore perked up and continued to imrse himself in the online world.

In twenty years, technological developnt had been earth-shattering. Theodore really couldn't understand—

How could phones be so much fun!

Although he had found the Timothy he was looking for, Theodore was still enthusiastically clicking, browsing, and following other Timothy accounts on the page, one by one.

This ti he wasn't looking for soone; he simply found browsing Twitter very interesting.

It is said that in a distant ancient Eastern country, there is a mysterious mantra called "Since you're already here."

This phrase perfectly summarized Theodore's current mindset: "Since I've already searched."

For an entire morning, Theodore was like a jerboa burrowing into a waterlon patch for the first ti in his life, nibbling a bit on the left, then a bit on the right, utterly absorbed in his activity.

Can't finish it, there's no way to finish this lon!

—Can't check them all, there's no way to check all these people!

While Theodore was happily lost in the online world, back in Wayne Manor, Tim was staring blankly at his computer screen.

The faint glow of the screen illuminated Tim's face, making his two large dark circles incredibly prominent.

One thousand.

In just one morning, Theodore had followed a thousand accounts nad Timothy.

Who could tell Tim which of these more than a thousand people was the Timothy Theodore knew?

Or had Theodore not found that Timothy yet?

Tim's head nodded sleepily, finally hitting the keyboard with a "thud," his forehead rolling across the keys to automatically type out a string of "sleeppppppppppp—"

He wanted to sleep.

Nothing could stop him from sleeping.

Even if Batman were to perform a hot pole dance in front of him right now, Robin would not open his eyes!

After school in the afternoon, as Theodore walked out of the school gate, he saw the familiar black car parked there.

He had seen the old butler drive this car to pick up Tim many tis before.

And now, the person being picked up was Theodore himself.

Alfred opened the car door for Theodore. Theodore cautiously glanced at the old butler, then gently eased himself into the back seat.

Previously, at na Manor, he and the butler, Fred, never had much to say to each other.

Fred was a middle-aged man, with a stern deanor and rough features, a loyal echo to Stanley, who would expressionlessly carry out all tasks Stanley assigned him.

The elderly Mr. Alfred, on the other hand, was more slender in build, and his appearance was a bit gentler than Fred's.

But whether it was Theodore's illusion or not, at tis, that British deanor about Alfred… he ant the part that was extrely good at being sarcastic, would beco very prominent.

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