Has he already decided that after the first boy's "Dick," my nickna will be "Two Fried Eggs"? Theodore's eyes widened.
Hearing the undisguised, blunt hint in the other party's words, he suddenly felt an urge.
Theodore wanted to smash two real eggs on that handso but frivolous face right then and there.
At the sa ti, Tim wished he could pounce from behind, hang onto Bruce, and use his entire weight to stop him from taking the next step.
—No, stop talking, you can't fry eggs at all!
—The last ti you tried to fry eggs yourself, the result was that after blowing up half the kitchen, you erged from the battlefield-like smoke, with two carbonized honeycomb briquettes on the plate!
At this point, Theodore, on the contrary, cald down.
He took a deep breath, trying to relax all the muscles in his body, so as not to affect the precision of his movents when he moved later.
Moreover, Theodore still had one last trump card...
He felt his pocket, confirming that the Batman alarm button and Batarang were still there. Theodore put his hand into his pocket, gripped the button, and prepared to press it at any sign of trouble.
Then, he proactively opened the kitchen door and asked in a strange tone, calm as if facing death: "Aren't you coming in, Mr. Wayne?"
The two entered the kitchen, one after another.
Theodore's eyes silently scanned the kitchen, and he casually leaned against a cabinet.
He had been helping in the kitchen for the past few als and was already very familiar with the placent of every kitchen utensil. For example, this cabinet contained a whole row of knife blocks.
If Wayne made any unusual moves or wanted to grab a knife, he would have to go around Theodore first.
And a playboy who neglected exercise, a delicate Gotham Baby, would definitely not be faster than Theodore drawing a knife... probably.
Things shouldn't really be that coincidental... Theodore ant, Wayne wouldn't be like Theodore's previous adoptive father, Stanley, who was actually proficient in the use of various cold weapons, would he?
Wayne didn't seem to notice Theodore's little trick in choosing his position.
He opened his mouth, about to say sothing, but then suddenly stopped. "Sorry."
Next, Wayne, the rich man, turned around, pulled open the kitchen door, and shooed away Tim, who was lurking outside.
"Go to bed, right now. If you stay up past four AM again this week, Alfred will give us a hard ti."
Theodore's pupils dilated in shock.
Before he arrived, what a miserable life Tim must have been living?
Even the previous pervert Stanley—whether he was being whipped, whipping others, or being whipped and then whipping others, he never ssed around past four AM!
And a surge of unspeakable guilt welled up in Theodore's heart.
He thought that when he first arrived at this manor, he had misunderstood Tim's character.
This boy might have had his edges smoothed and wings broken by cruel experiences. But he wasn't coldly watching, or even secretly hoping Theodore would also jump into this furnace.
Even now, Tim, intimidated by Wayne's dominance, was almost losing composure in fear, yet he still stood up, wanting to share so of Theodore's burden.
Feeling this precious, golden kindness, Theodore clenched his fists, his eyes subtly moistening.
Next ti, I won't run away by myself again. Theodore secretly vowed in his heart.
He told himself that no matter the cost—even if it ant faking a mass breakout from Arkham Asylum and wiping out the entire Wayne Manor—he would definitely take Tim with him, allowing the bird to fly freely into the sky.
Theodore took a deep breath, trying to show a natural smile, and looked at Bruce Wayne, waiting for him to speak first.
Wayne was not in a hurry to start the conversation.
He opened the small refrigerator, took out two unopened bottles of mineral water, pushed one to Theodore first, then twisted open his own bottle cap and poured half into a crystal glass.
For so unknown reason, he didn't show his characteristic sweet smile, which was frequently seen in newspapers. At this mont, Wayne's eyes were slightly dark, and his voice was soft and gentle, seemingly a little tired.
"Where did you go, child, why are you returning so late?"
It's here!
This question indeed ca! Theodore specifically asked Batman for a Batarang precisely to guard against this!
At this mont, Theodore was like a confident college student who had just morized an entire textbook of key points before a final exam. With a confidence that he would definitely win a scholarship this ti, Theodore pulled out the Batarang.
"Batman took out."
After a pause, Theodore suddenly realized that one lie requires countless other lies to support it.
For example, now, he needed a reasonable explanation to clarify why Batman would specifically co to Wayne Manor to take him away.
However, this question was easy to answer.
Because...
Theodore said without blinking: "Because Batman likes very much. He values my abilities and thinks he can train to be the next Robin."
Bruce: "..."
Are you sure? He wasn't too sure anyway. Even Batman himself had only just been notified.
Batman thought back carefully. He had indeed told Theodore that no matter what he made up, Wayne would believe him.
But...
Batman: I tacitly agreed to you making things up, but I didn't encourage you to make them up so ridiculously.
Imagine the scene: a Robin with a green wig and bright red lips floating over Gotham's night sky...
Even with Batman's firm will, he felt a chilling sensation run down his spine.
Theodore didn't know yet that his simple answer had already inflicted considerable damage on Wayne.
He felt that the hardest part of a lie was the beginning.
After speaking the first sentence, Theodore's subsequent fabrication beca incredibly smooth.
"I've known Batman for a long ti. The first ti we t, I bravely tried to rescue an innocent child in distress right in front of him."
That innocent child in distress was your poor Tim, whom you adopted! It was all because of your interference that I couldn't succeed, Wayne!
What Theodore never expected was that at this very mont, above his and Wayne's heads, the 'innocent child in distress himself' was pulling out a pair of headphones from a drawer and putting them on.
Then, the conversation in the kitchen naturally flowed into Tim's ears like a gushing spring.
A day earlier, Tim had stuck this bug in the kitchen. He didn't expect it to remain undiscovered by Alfred, and that it would co in handy so quickly.
Actually, at first, Tim just wanted to use it to monitor how Theodore cooked. —Yes, Tim still thought that the peanut-flavored maple pancakes were intentional on Theodore's part.
It seems that bugs are like personal signatures; it's best to leave a couple wherever you go.
After hearing Theodore's statent about 'eting Batman for the first ti,' Tim shook his head, amused.
Really? Were you really saving an innocent child in distress at that ti?
How co he rembered that the first ti Batman saw you, he happened to catch you'soliciting' Theodore!
At this point, Theodore paused slightly.
Perhaps from a subtle sixth sense, he suddenly felt a little out of breath, as if sothing called a 'flag' was pricking him from behind.
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