DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 52 52 This meant that the former foster father had a

This ant that the forr foster father had at least one, or even multiple, extrely distinctive characteristics.

And before this, Batman had already confird from Theodore's reaction that this forr foster father had similarities with Bruce Wayne in so aspects.

Very good. Batman thought. The direction of the upcoming investigation and the approximate scope of the investigation could now be determined.

Theodore was a little annoyed; he was angry at himself.

Although Batman was intentionally gathering information, Theodore was the one who first brought up Stanley. He actually couldn't control his mouth!

Where was the caution he had in Stanley Manor before? He had only been living a few easy and pleasant days in Gotham, and all the skills he relied on for survival were gone!

Theodore pursed his lips, shrinking silently into the batmobile's seat back, biting his nails with a slight anxiety.

If it was only heard by Batman, then so be it. But this information could not be known by Wayne.

If Wayne discovered Theodore's weakness, he would know the most effective way to discipline Theodore.

Theodore couldn't help but glance at Batman again.

Although they had just collectively badmouthed Wayne, what if? What if Wayne was inhumane and demanded that Batman submit a daily work log of no less than three thousand words?

Who knew if Batman would write this seemingly harmless conversation in it just to et the word count for his work report?

An employee's weekly summary is like a college student's graduation thesis. To et the word count, they'll write anything!

Moreover, it is said that current unscrupulous bosses install caras on their employees' seats to monitor their work efficiency. Wayne is so wealthy, and Batman is so special, would he care about the cost of those caras?

He wouldn't!

The batmobile might not only have caras but also listening devices!

Batman might have a signal jamr in his hand, to ensure he can speak his mind when he wants to badmouth his boss.

But Theodore didn't! Who knew if Batman had enabled the jamr for him just now?

Thinking of this, Theodore's fingers intertwined nervously.

He (as he thought) very subtly asked: "Mr. Batman, I know Mr. Wayne highly values you." "So, does he constantly monitor your actions?"

Batman, who understood Theodore's hint: "…"

This question was difficult for him to explain to Theodore.

How to put it. Bruce Wayne indeed constantly monitored Batman's actions, even when Batman was asleep.

They even slept in the sa bed.

And, Batman had installed listening devices for countless people throughout his years as a crifighter, and had also had his listening devices discovered by many formidable individuals.

But this was the first ti soone suspected the famous playboy Gotham Baby of installing a listening device on Batman!

Theodore really needed so detective lessons. Batman made up his mind: once Theodore's emotional defenses opened up a bit more, he would arrange it.

Batman lied through his teeth: "No."

Of course not.

The surveillance and recording in the batmobile were installed by Batman himself, for himself. What did that playboy Bruce Wayne have to do with it?!

Theodore was relieved, but not completely relieved.

Lowering his cornflower-blue eyes, Theodore thought for a mont, then actively showed Batman a sincere and friendly smile.

"I will keep tonight's conversation confidential for you, Mr. Batman." "I swear, I will never tell Mr. Wayne about your dissatisfaction with him."

Batman was a seasoned employee; he would surely understand what he ant. Rather than a gesture of goodwill, it was more of an exchange.

Theodore was reminding Batman: Don't reveal my secrets, I also have leverage over you!

Batman nodded solemnly: "I will not relay tonight's conversation to Wayne."

—There's no need to relay it at all.

—Bruce Wayne heard it all firsthand, not missing a single punctuation mark.

Theodore scrutinized Batman's exposed chin, as if trying to see through Batman's expression beneath his pointed-eared cowl to confirm the credibility of the statent.

A mont later, perhaps Batman's deanor passed Theodore's test. The boy let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back and sprawling himself against the seat back.

"I trust you, Mr. Batman," Theodore said, his posture completely relaxed, "Last ti, you indeed didn't tell Mr. Wayne about going out at night."

Batman: "…"

Batman was Gotham's unrivaled night, Batman was omnipotent. So Batman could do it without a guilty conscience.

Beneath the cowl, Bruce calmly nodded, as if agreeing with the statent: Yes, Batman didn't tell . He didn't say anything.

Noticing the rapidly receding night scenery outside the window, Theodore's mood gradually grew heavy.

Batman was driving towards Wayne Manor.

Theodore tentatively asked, "Are you… taking back to Mr. Wayne's Manor?" Batman shook his head.

Before Theodore could relax, Batman added, "In a little while, not now."

The chaos in the streets hadn't completely ended yet.

With Penguin and Black Mask both sent to Arkham, the gang mbers roaming the streets began their final spree.

Batman, of course, wouldn't sit by and watch the unrest unfold.

For those without a psychiatric certificate to protect them, Batman would brutally disfigure their faces, then tie them up in a chain and dump them at the GCPD's doorstep.

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