Since the green-haired man perford in front of Theodore, Theodore couldn't be blad for getting caught up in the drama.
He sighed a long, drawn-out breath, like an aria opening an opera. Theodore's head swayed slightly, his expression as lancholic as the Happy Prince in a fairy tale.
In stark contrast, his knee was fiercely pressed against the green-haired thug's chest, making the man gasp for air with 'puffs' as he struggled to breathe.
Theodore blinked, complaining half-jokingly, "He is power, he is shadow, he is an unyielding command."
Sorrowfully, Theodore gently touched the cold, sweaty face of the green-haired thug beneath him and softly asked, "Is your stepfather like that too?"
Kindly, he eased the pressure of his knee on the thug's lungs. The green-haired man instantly felt a great reprieve, seizing the mont to breathe frantically, with no energy left to clearly hear Theodore's question.
"Spare ..." the green-haired man weakly said. By now, if he still didn't realize he had run into a tough opponent, he would have wasted all his years in Gotham.
Instead, above the two of them, Red Hood nodded in understanding.
Batman is the night, Batman is fear, Batman is Gotham.
"That won't do," Theodore chuckled softly, leaning down, his lips close to the green-haired thug's ear.
"Sir, you were the one who started this drama, piquing my interest. You must accompany in this aria until the very end."
The green-haired thug trembled all over, looking at the young man towering over him, his face obscured in shadow. This was not the typical violent thug seen in Gotham's streets and alleys.
This guy is ntally unstable!
Damn it, this boy is clearly an Arkham reserve who hasn't even debuted yet!
At the sa ti, Theodore slowly exhaled a long breath in his heart—it felt really good to go a little crazy occasionally.
The long escape plan had kept him ntally strained, and a brief ten-minute outburst during the thrilling and tense escape route turned out to be quite stress-relieving.
A glance at his watch: Good, five more minutes to be crazy.
He lightly patted the green-haired man's cheek, then sowhat disdainfully wiped the blood onto the other's collar.
Theodore increased his voice in dissatisfaction. "Sir? Mr. Robber?! Are you listening to ?"
The green-haired thug was covered in snot and tears, his ager brain working frantically.
He had already connected Arkham Asylum with his bad luck, realizing he had stumbled upon a new villain's debut battle.
Help, who can save him?
Batman, he needed Batman!
The thug nodded furiously, offering a smile uglier than a cry. "Of course, I, I'm listening."
"Hmm."
Theodore finally seed satisfied, sighed, and continued his story.
"Your stepfather forced you to rob, but only gave you a small share, right? Want to know how I guessed?"
The boy looked up at the sky with a worried expression, but failed to notice Red Hood's gaze—after all, Red Hood was sitting directly behind him.
"Because adults are always like this; they have money themselves, but they are very stingy with you."
Thinking of the repeatedly used boys' dormitory in Stanley's mansion, Theodore's smile gradually turned cold: "Very, very, stingy—to every one of his 'children'."
On the rooftop, Red Hood couldn't help but show an expression of agreent.
Jason rembered when he was Robin, he only had five dollars a week for pocket money. He actually ran away from ho because of it.
And Dick seed to have gone through the sa thing back then.
As for the new Robin, who brought his own provisions, it was said that he had a hardcover stamp album specifically for preserving the five dollars Bruce gave him each week.
Red Hood had seen that stamp album; it retailed for three thousand five hundred dollars. Damn it, all capitalists should be hung from lampposts.
In the alley, Theodore naturally mused about family relationships.
He offered the green-haired man false comfort. "See, at least your stepfather doesn't have other adopted sons."
"But so guardians are different. They will make their children face an increasing number of brothers."
Or maybe they won't have to face them. After all, they might die before eting the next brother.
Thinking of the forr Stanley, and the future Wayne, Theodore couldn't help but reveal a hint of genuine anger, grinding his teeth fiercely under the green-haired man's terrified gaze.
The night wind of Gotham blew, and Red Hood rested his chin on one hand, emitting a strong sense of resonance.
That's right. He said it perfectly! About the increasing number of brothers!
Who would have thought that a day and a half ago, he had just gotten off his companions' alien spaceship, connected to the Earth's local network, and his chat software inbox was instantly flooded!
Dick: Uh, Big Red, there's sothing I think I should tell you.
Dick: We have a new brother.
Dick: The black-haired, blue-eyed kind.
Jason: "..."
Red Hood spent a full three minutes confirming whether soone had hacked his or Dick's account.
Otherwise, how could he see such a shocking ssage!
Scrolling down further, even Tim, who was relatively the most stable, agreed with this point of view.
Tim: Bruce adopted another boy, who is also my classmate.
Tim: He's a good kid, it's just that he occasionally looks a lot like several Arkham villains. I'm looking into it.
Jason stared at the evaluations "good kid" and "occasionally looks like Arkham villains" for a long ti.
Is this so new trend? He was only in space for a month, and Earth started speaking nonsense?
—With an Arkham-like appearance, can he still be a good person?
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