DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 43 43 Jason: If you want to talk about family matter

Why is Wayne Manor so far from Gotham City?

After more than an hour of continuous walking, this question beca an unresolved mystery in Theodore's mind.

Theodore had good stamina; even after walking more than ten kiloters continuously, he didn't feel very tired.

But this state of a long road ahead, constantly fearing pursuers from behind, was quite taxing on his ntal state.

Just as Theodore was about to stop and rest for a mont to check the map in his backpack, a motorcycle suddenly zood past him.

The man on the motorcycle first slowed down, and as he brushed past Theodore, he suddenly yanked Theodore's backpack, then furiously revved the throttle.

With the backpack strap in his hand, the man let out a wild laugh: "Let go, you!"

This was a Gotham biker gang; once they had the backpack, they imdiately sped off, not caring about the victim's life.

The biker's roadside robbery was skilled enough, but Theodore's reaction was much faster than the man's.

Almost as soon as the backpack strap was tugged, Theodore swiftly let go.

Feeling the resistance lighten, the man was about to show a triumphant smile when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by.

The next second, the motorcycle's rear seat dipped, and Theodore, with a long stride, relying on his agile movents and nimble figure, attached himself to the man's back like a shadow.

In the high-speed night wind rushing towards them, Theodore eerily blew a breath onto the man's nape.

"Give back the bag."

"F*CK, how the hell did you get on?!"

"—And this ti, it's your turn to let go," Theodore sneered, completing the second half of the sentence.

At the sa ti, Theodore hooked the man's leg with his calf, moving the man's foot off the throttle, and with both hands, he fully lifted the man by his collar and flung him to the side.

The entire sequence of actions, from start to finish, took less than two seconds, flowing as smoothly as clouds and water, in one fluid motion.

"Get off !"

A minute later, Theodore was leisurely riding his small motorcycle, enjoying the night wind blowing across the Gotham suburbs.

Gotham, what a treasure trove.

Everyone robs others, and everyone gets robbed.

From a certain perspective, how is this not a realization of the sharing economy?

Now, wealth increased by Motorcycle x 1.

This ant Theodore could directly ride the bike, cross the Gotham Bay Bridge overnight, and head to tropolis!

As long as he left this city, where Wayne had absolute control, Theodore's escape plan would be 80% successful.

The remaining 20% could also be resolved by other ans.

For example, Theodore currently lacked an identification docunt.

In the United States, common identification docunts are often driver's licenses or social security cards.

In other words, as long as Theodore obtained a docunt similar to his age, he could masquerade as a new identity.

The shared motorcycle he just acquired broadened Theodore's thinking.

—Since Gotham was destined to be chaotic tonight, could he take advantage of it?

Theodore's idea was—could he set up a sting operation, robbing identification docunts from clueless robbers until he found one that would suffice?

I'm truly too evil, Theodore thought.

But at the sa ti, his right foot, pressing the accelerator, honestly sped all the way, taking Theodore into Gotham City and turning into a familiar alley.

Pulling a thin suit jacket from his backpack, Theodore solemnly put it on.

Three minutes later, a fresh-faced young master with black hair and blue eyes, who had mistakenly wandered into Cri Alley, was born.

The young master looked so refined; his arrival in the incongruous Gotham alley was accompanied by an innate sense of bewildernt.

Less than three minutes after appearing on the streets of Gotham, Theodore was forced into an alley by two knife-wielding robbers.

The robbers: What a lost little lamb, thank fate for this arrangent!

Theodore: That young man with green hair and blue eyes looks perfect for my needs! Thanks to the great Gotham self-service!

Both sides exchanged smiles, each feeling that it was truly a lucky night.

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