Of course, no one believed Theodore was actually soliciting.
But in the middle of the night, his classmate in a deserted alley, threatening others with a soda can… it sounded like a cri in the making.
Plus, the classic line, "It's just a ga"…
Tim: It's moving, the DNA is moving, the Bat Family's unique DNA is moving.
"Sounds a bit like the green-haired guy, doesn't it?"
Robin pouted.
Yes, he had noticed it since his first day of school; Theodore's handso features perhaps shared so similarities with Superman.
However, whenever Theodore Green lowered his head, an ominous expression appearing on his face, from a certain angle, his deanor would strongly resemble—
Joseph Kerr.
The na sounded unfamiliar.
But after falling into the chemicals at a chemical plant, he transford into a green-haired, blood-red-lipped, insane individual, infamous throughout Gotham—
Joker.
"I told you, B, before, I thought Theodore was being bullied at school."
"So I went to find a few of the more well-known school bullies and talked to them. Guess what?"
"The bullies' expressions changed drastically as soon as they heard his na. A few of them imdiately rushed into the restroom to vomit wildly. In the end, only one person was willing to describe his encounter with Theodore to ."
"He said his head was repeatedly pushed into a dry ice bucket, and throughout the process, Theodore kept comforting him: 'Hey, why don't you relax? We're just…'"
Batman turned his head, his gaze sharp.
"'…playing a ga.'—Word for word, that's exactly what the guy told ."
Facing the elder's gaze, Tim spread his hands.
"Laboratory dry ice, combined with a sealed plastic bucket, the high concentration of carbon dioxide after sublimation, brings a sense of suffocation similar to waterboarding, but with less damage to the lungs than waterboarding. If judged by interrogation standards, this is indeed just a 'ga.'"
Batman calmly pointed out the problem: "What were those people you ntioned originally planning to do to Theodore?"
"It sounds like they had a plan about how to push Theodore's head into the toilet."
"So comparatively, Theodore still had a sense of proportion—I really want to tell you that."
Tim shrugged: "If that night, he hadn't used the thod of drawing cards to choose the next person for a 'little ga,' again and again."
"…" Batman's jaw tightened.
The teenagers who bullied their classmates were, of course, natural scumbags.
But to repeatedly push a bully's head into a dry ice bucket, and even use card drawing to increase their psychological pressure, was undoubtedly a clear-headed and polite form of cruelty.
Tim sighed and pressed the enter key on the Batcomputer.
The next second, Theodore's half-body photo from when he enrolled appeared on the computer screen.
"Just looking at this, who do you think he looks like?"
Tim took two steps back, pinching his chin and examining it for a while, then suddenly his voice rose, letting out a suspicious gasp: "Riddler?"
In the photo, that refined, detached aura actually sowhat resembled the Riddler in his youth.
This was truly unbelievable.
Batman stopped Robin from speculating further.
If this continued, Theodore's face would project the entire Arkham.
Batman took over the computer, pulled up tonight's surveillance footage, focused the screen on the woman whose face was pressed by the soda can, and then zood in.
"Lena Witt." Tim leaned over and read the information on the computer.
"There's no criminal record for her in the database. From her life trajectory, she's completely an ordinary person. She has a mother with a blood disease who is undergoing treatnt… Oh, she usually has so contact with the Big Wolf Gang."
Tim looked up: "I rember this Big Wolf Gang, an eighteen-line small gang, not very destructive, their main business is…"
"Anonymous ssaging."
"Right." Tim pondered, "Bat, how likely do you think Theodore was trying to send an anonymous ssage tonight?"
If he could travel through ti, Tim would definitely go back to the night before, grab his own shoulders, and tell himself:
One hundred percent!
Theodore's likelihood of wanting to send an anonymous ssage was one hundred percent!
But now, he could only sit expressionless, wrapped in a small blanket, with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, and a kind-eyed psychologist across from the coffee.
"Is there anything you'd like to say, child?"
"I do." Tim asked, "So, soone reported Bruce for abusing through an anonymous letter, right?"
"My dear, you've asked this question three tis already."
The psychologist looked at him with pity: "You know, repeatedly asking compulsive questions is also one of the post-traumatic stress responses."
Tim: "…"
Tim closed his eyes, not wanting to open them.
—Folks, who would have thought?
The anonymous letter went in circles and eventually was sent to the Gotham Children's Protection Association, and Theodore counter-attacked and exposed Bruce.
The poor abused child was actually Tim himself!
Connecting this with Theodore's slight resemblance to the Joker… the level of black humor in the whole situation was almost overflowing.
The whole thing had countless points to mock.
And just by reviewing the entire process: how Theodore used such circuitous thods, various borderline gray tactics, to finally make this anonymous report, Tim really wanted to pry open his brain and see.
How reasonable and respectful of the law this way of causing trouble was!
It was like the Joker telling Batman one day: Hey, little Bat, I have a plan to completely destroy you.
Just as Batman beca vigilant, the next morning, he received shocking news—
The Joker, along with a thousand netizens, reported Wayne Group for tax evasion with their real nas!
It could be said that the level of absurdity these two situations felt was almost the sa!!!
In the curling aroma of instant coffee, Tim felt a slight daze.
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