Only his two legs, sticking out, occasionally twitched, indicating he was still alive.
As for the green-haired young man, Theodore had him firmly by the neck.
Theodore initially wanted to pin him against the wall, but then realized it wouldn't work.
This green-haired guy was a head taller than him; to subdue him in a wall-slamming pose, Theodore would have to stand on his tiptoes.
So, Theodore simply gave the green-haired guy a good beating and threw him on the ground.
He bent one leg, half-sitting, half-pressing on the green-haired guy's chest. Whenever Theodore's knee sank slightly, the green-haired hooligan would be forced to expel air from his lungs by Theodore, producing a series of violent choking coughs.
Theodore nudged him with his knee: "Got a social security card, or a driver's license will do."
"Yes! Yes!" The green-haired hooligan was completely submissive, giving in quickly, "It's in my left pocket, you can take it."
Theodore pulled out the man's ID and glanced at it, surprised to find that the man even had green hair in his ID photo.
Even if his own surna was "Green," Theodore still wanted to comnt on what kind of taste this person had.
"You're nineteen?" Theodore asked as he read the ID.
He secretly thought to himself: No wonder he's a head taller than .
"Yes, I'm nineteen, don't hit , don't hit !"
The green-haired hooligan begged intermittently: "Young master, spare . I just turned eighteen, and my stepfather forces to rob to earn college tuition. I have no choice, this is really my first robbery, I just want to earn enough tuition for myself!"
Theodore: "..."
Although he was dressed like a young master in a suit, his experience was not.
The green-haired guy's lies should be used to deceive real rich young masters.
If Theodore believed a single word, he would be a fool.
Moreover, Theodore hadn't forgotten that it was this green-haired guy who initially suggested selling him to Black Mask.
Thinking of this, a surge of anger suddenly rose in Theodore's chest.
Laughing in anger, Theodore instead softened his tone sympathetically.
"Oh, really, that's truly pitiful."
The green-haired guy was confused and didn't notice the strangeness of Theodore's sudden softening, still crying with emotion.
"My stepfather is fierce and brutal. He beats every day when he's drunk, and if I disobey his orders, he'll kill and bury my bones in the suburbs overnight!"
Theodore nodded repeatedly with an understanding expression, as if in agreent.
Neither of them noticed that three minutes earlier, just above their heads on the eaves, Red Hood had silently passed by.
Penguin and Black Mask were fighting, and Jason knew Batman would definitely go after Penguin first.
Since that was the case, Black Mask's territory was his extra inco for the night.
Red Hood set out on his beloved motorcycle, crippling two of Black Mask's lieutenants overnight—this ti without having to hide in the bathroom to saw off heads, saving him a lot of ti.
Now, this district, which originally belonged to Black Mask, was now Red Hood's.
Jason hadn't expected to stumble upon such a good show while patrolling his new territory.
The robber had green hair—ugh, poor taste.
In contrast, the young master being robbed had black hair and blue eyes.
Truly a first-class color sche. His parents must have had excellent aesthetics when they had him.
He had initially thought it was the most common scene of a fat lamb being robbed on the street.
Red Hood's hand was already lazily reaching for the gun belt strapped to his thigh.
Unexpectedly, the boy took off his rabbit-like jacket, and in the blink of an eye, revealed a set of sharp, steel fangs.
"!"
A beautiful counterattack, a beautiful sting operation, fully demonstrating the style of us Cri Alley strays.
Whistling silently, Red Hood was about to leave.
However, the next second, Theodore's voice, laced with sorrow, echoed eerily in the alley.
"—I understand, I get it, I know how you feel."
"Life is like this; you'll have unreliable, abandoning biological parents."
Red Hood stopped in his tracks, feeling it wouldn't hurt to listen to two more sentences.
"Just when you think you're going to be holess, fate arranges a new guardian for you."
"He's tall, handso, and rich."
Red Hood crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot lightly, keeping a silent beat for this astonishing coincidence.
"Do you think this is the beginning of your good fortune?"
"No. Your guardian carries secrets you can't even imagine."
"And he's even more..." Theodore smiled grimly, his eyes devoid of amusent, revealing his white teeth as he articulated each word: "Even more stubborn."
Red Hood: "..."
Red Hood thought for a mont, then his body very honestly sat down on the rooftop.
He could patrol his new territory anyti.
But family drama like this wasn't sothing you got to hear every day.
In short—a black-haired, blue-eyed young boy, whose appearance had a distinct Cri Alley vibe, openly complaining about his autocratic guardian? Red Hood, upon hearing that, was wide awake!
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