Tim returned to the classroom with the medical checklist, and glanced in the direction of the window before taking his seat.

Theodore was in his seat, chin propped up with one hand, staring out the window coldly. His black hair, like a crow's feather, hung down to cover his cornflower-colored eyes, and the smooth side lines of his face were as perfect as marble carvings, matched with his contemplative expression, like an ivory figure.

The sun shone on Theodore's face, and Tim's expected shadow melted away from Theodore's face like ice and snow.

At this moment, his handsome and delicate facial contours turned out to be more like another person Tim knew.

Superman, the hero of Metropolis, the god of the world.

“……”

As if sensing his gaze, Theodore turned his head and threw him a cold glance.

I don't know if it was Tim's delusion, but when he saw the medical checklist he was holding, Theodore's eyes were like seeing a bird with its feathers cut off, dying silently at the intersection of the dividing line between sunlight and shadow.

"You've already checked it out!" There was an exclamation from the tablemate.

Tim withdrew his gaze and replied simply.

"There were very few people in line at the entrance of the infirmary, so I checked it by the way."

……

Timothy was lying.

Theodore was pretty sure of that.

He had looked at the other person's back, and with the severity of those scars, there was no way that it would fade in just a few days.

If Timothy had had had had his body examined by medical personnel, he would have been sitting in an office right now, soothing with steaming coffee, a fluffy blanket, and a counselor, and would never have been back in class so soon.

It's a pity, he should have had a medical check-up, Theodore thought quietly.

Schools, doctors, and child protection organizations were all on the scene, and it would have been difficult to get together so much help a second time without seizing this opportunity.

But Timothy backed down.

Theodore could understand his reaction.

It's like a patient who has been bedridden for a long time, and his muscles have atrophied because he has not used it for too long, and he has lost the ability to walk.

The birds that have been imprisoned in the golden cage for a long time will no longer be able to look directly at the free sun because they have been blindfolded for too long.

Theodore was regretful, but not particularly disappointed.

He offered the help he could, and Timothy made Timothy's own choice.

That's the end of the matter, and he won't interfere anymore.

Theodore closed his eyes, the back of his head resting on the back of his chair, and a self-deprecating sneer on his lips.

After all, who but Batman and his Robin would be nosy twice in a row in Gotham?

***

yes, in Gotham, what idiot would meddle twice in a row?

Theodore's face was gloomy, and in the bathroom mirror, his face was darkly angry.

- The clown turned out to be myself.

Theodore's eyes have always been good.

So in physical education class, he instantly noticed the strangeness on Tim's forearm when he hung the horizontal bar.

Even if the other party pulled down the cuffs as a cover at the first time, it did not prevent Theodore from taking them in full view.

The local bruises caused by long-term compression, on the blue skin, the long blood marks like cinnabar are overlapped, and they are strangulation marks caused by exquisite binding skills.

Judging by the fine arrangement of blood spots, it was not even a rough rope that tied Timothy's wrists, but some kind of barbed vine.

As for the tiny puncture marks that scratch all the way, those large areas of friction are caused......

This posture...... Hanging upside down with a backhand?

Theodore clenched his teeth.

This is an advanced trick that only veterans can play.

The man did more to Timothy than Theodore had anticipated.

“……”

Bruce wayne. Theodore looked in the mirror, gritting his teeth and silently reciting the name.

Great, he's a playboy, a rich guy, lives on a manor, and likes black-haired and blue-eyed boys.

Could it be that all the perverts in the world are pressed out of a mold?

Cold water poured onto Theodore's face, wetting his bangs and eyebrows, and wet droplets rolled down his face, covering his eyes that were slightly red from anger.

Theodore propped up the pool with one hand, intending to wait until he was calm before returning to the classroom. But at this moment, footsteps stopped behind him.

Theodore hung his head, facing the pool, not even bothering to look up in the mirror.

- What's the matter, do you want to sneak up from behind?

The ubiquitous school violence is also a Gotham specialty, and Theodore is not unusual at all.

A student who is silent, has no parents, and has a zero impression on the teacher may be ignored by the rest of the class, but will become the main source of income for the school leaders.

Less than two months into the school year, Theodore had already gently disposed of four or five batches of campus thugs.

What a coincidence, you guys.

Do you have to rush to this moment and bump into him?

A sneer condensed at the corner of his lips, Theodore clenched his fists and turned abruptly: "You're not done-"

The second half of the sentence was like ice cubes falling into hot water and quickly melting in his throat.

Theodore and Tim looked at each other.

"Are you alright, Green?" Tim looked at him with concern, "Your eyes...... Sorry, but did you just cry? ”

"No, you're wrong." Theodore said stiffly.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to say that if anyone is in trouble with you, I'm willing to help......"

Tim raised his hand, and with this movement, the cuffs of his buttoned shirt inevitably slipped a little, revealing a trace of blood like a red pen.

"Now that you've heard that, it's time to be less nosy."

Theodore rudely interrupted Tim's unfinished words.

Take care of yourself!

Look at your wrist and look at your back. What kind of troubles are you already in, and you still have the leisure to meddle in other people's affairs?

After a moment, Theodore, unable to contain the urge that rose in his heart, turned his head coldly, and spat out a long list of vague admonitions.

"Patience is the easiest way to mess things up. No one will be moved by your concession and forbearance, they will only demand more from you—"

The scars on Timothy's body spread from the undetectable back to the wrists, which were easily exposed.

This shows that the pervert's courage has become bigger, and his mind has become hot.

At first, he was wary of the world's eyes and reactions, but with Timothy's weakness and tolerance, this behavior only became more and more excessive.

Don't ask him how he knows!

If Timothy did not dare to resist and continued to do nothing, what awaited him would only be more □□ and destruction.

Tim put his hands behind his back and looked at Theodore quietly.

His eyes seemed to have magic, with the absolute sanity of a detective dissecting the truth, and he could dissolve all the anger into those eyes as calm as the sea.

“……”

Theodore suddenly couldn't speak, and in the face of these blue eyes similar to those of his old man, he lowered his head and hurried away.

“…… Remember what I said. As they passed by, Theodore whispered.

It wasn't until he watched Theodore leave the bathroom that Tim gently tugged on the headphones in his left ear. In the communication, Alfred's voice was coming clearly.

"Master Tim? It sounds like something unexpected is happening there. ”

"I'm fine, Ah Fu." Tim glanced out the door again, "It's just Theodore, one of my classmates, who seems to be suffering from bullying at school. ”

"I feel like I've just heard a volcanic eruption." The old butler said unhurriedly.

"Yes, I think his emotions have reached a tipping point, and he is asking for help from the people he meets in a subtle way...... No, no, this is a matter in school, I can handle it myself, you can rest assured. ”

Tim couldn't help but laugh when the other end of the headset said something again.

"Yes, I've been drugged."

Last night, Poison Ivy fled from Arkham Hospital as if she had gone mad, and planted two huge vines in front of the city hall.

Robin tried to sprinkle herbicide on the roots of the plant, but accidentally got his wrist up and was thrown over three heels in the air like a roller coaster.

Thankfully, in the end, he succeeded in his mission.

Hanging up, Tim moved his fingers and tapped thoughtfully on his trouser line.

So, who, exactly, is looking for trouble with Theodore?

As soon as Tim's thought moved, a list of names popped up in his mind, neatly as if he had been made on a computer.

He decided that after class, he would "chat" with those school bullies one by one in the order on the list.

***

In the middle of the night, Theodore lay in bed and couldn't sleep.

One moment he had in his mind the horrible manor, and the next Timothy's sincere and friendly blue eyes. One moment it was the muscular, smooth, oppressive body of an adult man, and the other it was the tragic marks on Timothy's back and wrists.

“……”

Reason tells Theodore that he shouldn't be a second time.

But...... But......

Tim's soft voice crossed Theodore's mind again.

- "If anyone is in trouble with you, I'm willing to help......"

Theodore sat up abruptly from the bed, grimaced face, and slammed the pillow with hatred.

This tattered old pillow, which worked in the orphanage longer than Theodore, blossomed on the spot with a punch. The sticky yellowed cotton wool didn't even float up, but only stirred up a cloud of dust.

Theodore, however, had already jumped out of bed, expertly pushing open the window, ready to roll out of it.

At this moment, a bat-like black and dangerous figure, like the darkest nightmare of Gotham legends, seemed to streak through his window.