In other words, tonight, he had to work with his new foster son.
Hearing Batman's answer, Theodore didn't question it outwardly, but his teeth gently bit into the inside of his mouth.
Since Batman didn't have a good impression of Wayne either, should he ask him for help? Tell him about Tim's experience, and then everything he had observed.
Could he ask Batman to rescue Tim, then turn a blind eye and tacitly allow them to leave Gotham?
Once the thought arose, it filled Theodore with an uncontrollable urge. Several tis, the relevant words were already on the tip of Theodore's tongue.
"Mr. Batman, I…"
The silent Gotham vigilante, like the night, turned his head towards him. The two white eye patches on his Kevlar helt slightly contracted, as if casting a focused gaze.
"…Nothing." Theodore forced a smile, "I just wanted to ask, what are we going to do next?" With all his self-control, Theodore swallowed the plea that was about to blurt out.
No, he couldn't guarantee that Batman would be on his side yet.
Theodore knew he only had one chance to ask Batman for help. If this request wasn't granted, his subsequent actions would only be more restricted.
This man understood Gotham at night like he knew his own bathroom when getting up in the middle of the night.
Theodore had been found by Batman three tis in a row. He even suspected that if he ran again next ti, the result would be the sa. Without absolute certainty, Theodore couldn't stake everything he had.
Just like most working people in the world, few can bring themselves to point fingers and curse their boss before finding their next job. Just wait a little longer.
Theodore silently warned himself: just like last ti, he needed to be patient.
In the coming period, he would try to get closer to Batman. Until Batman's scales completely tipped in his favor.
But that didn't stop Theodore from organizing his second escape attempt tonight, right?
Escaping under Batman's nose might be difficult. But when you have a batmobile, the situation changes.
While Batman got out of the car to physically deal with the audacious gang mbers, Theodore quickly flipped over the control stick between the driver and passenger seats.
After watching Batman drive twice, Theodore felt he could do it too.
The boy straightened his body, adapting to the batmobile's field of vision.
He lovingly stroked the textured steering wheel, an expression of intoxication unconsciously appearing on his face, and then he stomped on the batmobile's accelerator!
Ah, great Gotham, even the batmobile can be shared! How is this not a unique Gotham self-service?
The batmobile's headlights were switched on by Theodore, like an ancient beast awakening from its slumber.
The headlights shot out a pair of bright, day-like beams, illuminating the strong n scattered across the alley, groaning and moaning, and Batman, who was simultaneously slamming two people against the wall, one in each hand.
Under the light, Batman suddenly turned around, directly eting Theodore's smile through the car window.
Very cheerfully, and very suicidally, Theodore waved at Batman.
With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, Theodore maneuvered the batmobile into a 180-degree sharp turn!
BANG! The front of the car and the wall collided with a series of violent friction sounds, but it didn't matter.
Because the batmobile's front was equipped with a chanism that, while protecting the vehicle, would push away any objects in its path, preventing criminals from being accidentally killed by Batman.
Fiercely honking the horn, Theodore, in a show of bravado, pressed the accelerator to the floor.
He thought to himself, stealing a mont of leisure: I wonder if the batmobile's paint chipped? — It's okay if it did, repairing the car would be paid for out of Wayne's pocket anyway.
At this ti, Theodore still didn't know that he had accomplished an unprecedented feat. Not even Batman's Robins had managed it.
Even the most successful Robin had only secretly tried to drive the batmobile.
And Theodore, before he even beca a Robin, drove away Batman's beloved car right in front of him!!!
Looking at the batmobile speeding away, Batman fell into a suspicious silence.
His adopted sons had finally evolved from rely removing the batmobile's four wheels to directly prying away the entire car.
And he had transitioned from initial surprise and novelty to his current calm and undisturbed state.
Perhaps, this was the maturity of a middle-aged man.
Under his palm, a man over six feet tall had his neck clamped, his face flushed red, but he still managed to mock with difficulty: "Your car ran away, Bat. Fly up and chase it."
Batman turned around and punched the other person hard in the face.
The strong man fainted without a sound, unable to hear Batman's reply. "Don't worry, it'll co back by itself."
Just as Batman finished tying up the hands and feet of all the gang mbers on the ground, the batmobile, carrying Theodore, reversed all the way back to its original position.
Through the car window, Theodore's expression was extrely similar to a terrified pufferfish.
Just now, when the batmobile automatically stopped driving, Theodore thought a part had malfunctioned.
But no matter how much he stomped on the accelerator or turned the steering wheel, the batmobile stubbornly kept backing up. And the car doors were locked, so Theodore couldn't even jump out midway!
Theodore: "…"
No wonder Batman felt comfortable leaving him alone in the car. He must have a remote control for the batmobile!
The car window automatically lowered, and Batman stood in front of it.
That dark armor, outlining his muscular abs, looked like a solid iron wall.
"You cannot drive my car," Batman said.
Theodore's peripheral vision went past Batman's figure, seeing the gang mbers scrambling for their teeth on the ground, and a lot of teeth on the ground.
He widened his eyes, gasping, and instinctively shrank back into the seat. "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Before Theodore could co up with a suitable excuse for his actions, Batman completed his sentence.
"—You're not old enough to get a driver's license, kid," Batman pointed out coldly, "and you weren't wearing your seatbelt."
This sudden turn was too unexpected, and Theodore choked. Theodore: "…Huh?"
Theodore stared directly at Batman. This stare, compared to a few seconds ago, was filled with completely different emotions.
Do you even hear what you're saying?
This is the batmobile!
When did Batman ever wear a seatbelt when he drove the batmobile out to cruise the streets?
Batman sat back in his seat.
A group of strong n were tied up like a bundle of firewood on the roof of the batmobile.
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