DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 47 47 Red Hood sincerely suspected that the new Robi

Red Hood sincerely suspected that the new Robin must have included so personal bias for his classmate.

Barbara also sent him congratulatory ssages, even a bit earlier than Dick, judging by the ti.

Countless past experiences told Jason that this couple, who broke up and got back together, then broke up and got back together again, probably had so special competition going on.

Barbara: Hey, Jason, I have to tell you this.

Barbara: Bruce adopted another new brother for you.

Barbara: He doesn't know the vigilantes' true identities yet. I heard Bruce imply that he hopes this child can grow up like a normal person, without needing to wear the Robin mantle.

Barbara: But I guess this kid eventually will. Robin is too cool, no little boy can resist that, right (:D)

Indeed, only the girls in the family were the most reliable.

She could send the first ssage and provide the most comprehensive and important information.

Jason disdainfully scoffed at his two brothers from afar, sending each of them a "la jpg" emoji.

In addition, "spoiler" Stephanie also chatted with Red Hood about this matter. Even Cassandra, far away in Hong Kong, specifically sent a ssage.

After replying to all the aforentioned ssages in his inbox, Jason clicked on the topmost conversation box.

Bruce: When are you coming ho for dinner?

Bruce: Alfred misses you very much. He's ntioned you three tis this week.

Bruce: Sothing has happened at ho, co back first.

Bruce: I'll tell you in person.

Jason: "..."

His fists clenched, hardened.

Tonight, he would pry off all the batmobile's tires and spray a big "Sothing has happened at ho" on Batman's hood. But then, Jason saw the text ssage from Alfred.

Alfred: Master Jason, I heard you are expected to return to Gotham this Thursday evening. Might I inquire if I can expect you for dinner on the weekend?

Alfred: You must already be aware of Master Theodore's situation.

Alfred: Also, the person who ntioned you three tis this week was Master Bruce. It's quite difficult for an old man to pretend he's seeing things and can't make out his na ntioned in Master Bruce's emails.

Jason: "..."

Red Hood's brow unfurrowed. He held his phone, thought for a mont, and imdiately replied to Alfred—"I'll be back for dinner on the weekend."

And...

Hmph, the old man who's always been bad at handling family matters.

Forget it, I forgive him.

But it was very strange that, up until now, no one had sent him a picture of the new brother. Perhaps they were waiting for him to ask for it.

Jason scoffed at their eagerness to watch the drama unfold.

Red Hood thought, there's no way I'd ask for it myself. Bruce is the one who adopted a new son, why should I be in a hurry?

No matter how bizarre the new little boy looked, even if he had a birthmark on his face that read "Made in Arkham."

Unless sothing unexpected happened—like this kid breaking Nightwing's solo flight speed record, or breaking the second Robin's death speed record—he'd see him on the weekend.

In the alley, Theodore had no idea that his impromptu performance had been caught red-handed.

He stroked the thug's neck, appearing affectionate but actually absent-minded, then shifted his thoughtful gaze to the other's forehead.

Theodore sighed: "Your guardian, your new father. He will give you a harsh welco, and he also inflicts violence upon you—you've tried your best, but you still can't match his mature strength."

Hearing this, Red Hood couldn't help but proudly touch the helt on his head.

In terms of combat ability, he was quite proud of being able to fight the old man back and forth.

But this description, how should I put it... why did it sound more and more familiar?

Was this kid telling the truth, or was he deliberately teasing that green-haired man? Red Hood looked suspiciously under the eaves, carefully scrutinizing Theodore's outline.

Damn it, it was too dark. The alley's streetlights had long been smashed by drunks, with no light source, so he couldn't tell if he resembled an Arkham villain.

His gaze swept over Theodore's fluid body lines, and Red Hood fell into contemplation.

When the boy made his move just now, he could tell that this kid had good skills.

If what he said was true, and he still couldn't beat his father, then his new guardian... it really could be Batman!

Red Hood's heart pounded, thinking, it couldn't be such a coincidence!

Batman wouldn't let his new adopted son set the record for the fastest disappearance, would he! Even more, when this kid disappeared, he wasn't even wearing green scale shorts!

Just as Red Hood couldn't resist jumping from the rooftop to get a closer look at Theodore's face, Theodore spoke again.

He glanced at his watch, realizing he was short on ti, and had to hastily conclude his impromptu speech.

"—He ans you ill, adopting you for evil purposes. You know you must strike back, because between you and your enemy, only one can ultimately survive."

Red Hood sat back down. Oh, adopted with evil intentions, then it's fine.

This description clearly wasn't Batman, and even less likely to be Bruce.

A naive Gotham Baby, the most evil thing he could ever do in his life was probably swapping the champagne at a dinner party for ginger ale.

Red Hood stood up and glanced at the boy below in the alley. Perhaps due to similar experiences, a strange bond ford between them, and the boy felt very pleasing to him.

If the boy truly couldn't defeat his adoptive father in combat, as he claid, it was likely due to differences in physique and experience.

Red Hood was willing to offer a little help, free of charge.

Pulling his spare handgun from his back belt, Jason kissed his girl through the hood. Although it wasn't his usual two Glocks, it had been modified with help from "Arsenal" Roy.

Red Hood skillfully cleared the chamber, removed the remaining bullets from the magazine, leaving only the last one, jamd in the second position to prevent accidental discharge.

Then, Jason whistled from the rooftop.

When the boy looked up warily at the sound, Red Hood laughed and tossed the handgun down. "Catch!"

Red Hood saw that the youth's grip on the gun was unfamiliar, and his movents seed hesitant, as if he was deliberating whether to point the muzzle at himself.

Jason stood with his feet apart, giving the boy a wild smile through his hood. "It's a tranquilizer dart, only one shot. Don't think about using it to kill. Use it when you think it's most reasonable."

Theodore's gun muzzle dropped completely.

"Wait, you are..."

Isn't that Red Hood!

Theodore frowned, recalling the known distribution map of Gotham's forces. He rembered that this alley seed to belong to Black Mask's territory, so how did Red Hood swagger over here?

Could it be that tonight's commotion was so big that it directly reshuffled Gotham's underworld?

Wait a minute, I heard Red Hood has a good reputation in every sense. If he could use Red Hood's influence to go to other cities, it would be even more beneficial for hiding his tracks, wouldn't it?

Theodore could pay! He had brought that gemstone brooch when he left!

Suddenly standing up, not even bothering with the green-haired thug he was stepping on, who was trying to escape and crawling out of the alley, Theodore quickly moved towards Red Hood. "Do you take—"

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