Rather, which Arkham villain who deeply understood Batman's personality could genuinely give such a complint!!!
Even Joker never said that!!!
Batman, like a ghost, silently retreated back into the batmobile. The batmobile made a beautiful tail turn and disappeared from Theodore's sight.
Theodore stood in place, Batarang in hand, completely satisfied. Trading a pistol with only one tranquilizer dart for a Batarang, he had made a huge profit tonight.
As it turned out, one shouldn't celebrate too soon.
Theodore procrastinated, giving himself a long pep talk, and finally decided to go around the back of the mansion and return the way he ca. Just then, he was shocked to find that the rope he had lowered from his bedroom window had been removed at so point.
Theodore: "!!!"
He was discovered! His escape attempt tonight was indeed discovered.
Fortunately, he had a backup plan and asked Batman for a Batarang, otherwise, it would probably be very difficult to get away with it.
Entering the mansion through the front door, Theodore unexpectedly, yet not entirely unexpectedly, saw Wayne sitting on the sofa in the living room. And Tim was there too.
Seeing Theodore walk in, Wayne naturally raised a hand to greet him. "You're back."
Theodore couldn't help but turn his gaze to Tim, hoping to get a hint from him. But Tim just spread his hands, shook his head, and smiled calmly at him. Tim's aning: It's okay, Bruce just wants to talk to you. —You already think Batman is talkative, what obstacles could there be to talking with Bruce?!
What Theodore interpreted: I tried my best, couldn't stop him, brother, you're on your own.
Theodore: "!!!"
What, had Wayne already beco impatient and decided that tonight was the night?
He almost couldn't help but take a step back.
Just then, Bruce on the sofa also stood up and walked towards Theodore with a relaxed expression. This ti, his face didn't bear the Gotham Baby's characteristic sweet smile, which made Theodore even more nervous.
He apologized reflexively: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone out in the middle of the night."
"It's nothing, really." Bruce's deep blue, sea-like eyes looked at him soothingly, "I'm not angry about this… It's just, we might need to talk."
Bruce was about to say, you can decide the ti and place of the conversation.
Theodore quickly interjected, and from his expression, he might have been so nervous that he was speaking without thinking. "Now? Okay."
In a flash of lightning, Theodore accelerated his brain to maximum speed. Judging from Wayne's expression and the atmosphere when he returned, Wayne was determined tonight.
But fortunately, Theodore was not entirely unprepared for this situation. He had ticulously thought about how to escape in similar situations.
The most important thing was to first find a location that wasn't easily suggestive. The bedroom was definitely out; it was too intimate.
The reception room suite also had a large bed for resting.
The bar was perfect for flirting, and if Wayne took the opportunity to get him drunk, Theodore might not even know how he passed out. The living room was also out—why were Wayne's custom leather sofas so big and soft! So after much thought, Theodore was left with only one last option…
The kitchen!
It wasn't that the kitchen wasn't suitable for various 'plays'. In fact, the kitchen offered more, not fewer, possibilities.
But most people, when doing sothing for the first ti, would tend to choose a more comfortable place.
Even if Wayne had already been through many battles, when enjoying his prey for the first ti, he would probably prefer to calm down and savor it slowly.
And the kitchen had knives, many of them.
Once the situation spiraled out of control, Theodore would at least have a fighting chance.
Bruce felt the atmosphere becoming strange. He tried to steer the prelude to this conversation back to its proper, normal track.
Bruce was about to tell Theodore that he could actually relax a bit, that they could schedule a ti tomorrow, and that they didn't have to talk right now.
Before he could even open his mouth, he heard Theodore say resolutely, in a tone as if he were facing death: "I'm a little hungry… Can we go to the kitchen and talk while we eat?"
Bruce: "…" For the umpteenth ti tonight, Bruce felt speechless.
Really, are you sure? Are you really actively inviting to talk in the kitchen?!!!
Wait a minute! Did he hear that right?
Why the kitchen???
Theodore, do you know what you're doing, Theodore?!!!
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