As if they had agreed, no one came to disturb Theodore before dinner.

So, Theodore locked the door, pressed the stool against the door panel, put his escape backpack in a visible place, and concentrated on drafting several survival plans against Bruce Wayne.

It wasn't until half an hour before dinner began that Theodore took the initiative to go downstairs.

Although Tim had only introduced it once, Theodore did his best to memorize the layout of the manor for the first time.

Don't underestimate this amount of information.

At critical moments, it may help Theodore find the fastest shortcut to escape.

In the kitchen, Alfred, the butler, was preparing dinner. An old gentleman in the British style, even with an apron on his body and flour on his hands, his every move seems to be calm.

Alfred's ears moved slightly when he heard an unfamiliar footstep from far and near.

The old butler followed the sound and saw that the newly arrived Master Theo was standing at the door of the kitchen, hesitantly looking inside.

Taking off the gloves that kneading the dough, a gentle smile appeared in the old butler's eyes.

"How much Master Theo? Do you have what you need? ”

The boy smiled a little nervously with his hands behind his back, the soles of his shoes gently rubbing against the ground.

"It's going to be dinner in a while, and this is the first day I've been at home...... I mean, is there any place in the kitchen that I can do my job? ”

The boy's eyes widened unconsciously, revealing a look of expectation: "I can spread out a delicious pancake, I hope I can help you." ”

I don't know if it's Theodore's delusion, when he heard that he could spread out delicious pancakes, the old butler's eyes seemed to flicker, and then he revealed a great relief after the vicissitudes of life.

Theodore:?

Exaggeration, right? Are maple crepes so touching?

Alfred took the initiative to step out of the way and gestured to the kitchen.

"Of course, Master Theo. It's great to have you to help me, an old man. ”

Theodore walked into the kitchen.

The first step of the plan was successfully implemented, which made him secretly relieved.

Of course, he didn't really come to help the old butler.

For the two masters and servants who are abusive and embarrassed, it would be good if Theodore didn't secretly poison them.

The only two reasons to stop Theodore from poisoning were that the murder would be too noisy, and the second was that he didn't have similar drugs in his hands.

But he doesn't have any drugs, Wayne must have!

This guy just hooks his finger casually, what tranquilizers, what sleeping pills, what Viagra...... All kinds of prescription drugs that are legal and illegal can be easily obtained by him.

Theodore didn't dare to put his future on the character of the big guy.

Who knows if Wayne will instruct the butler to drug Theodore's dinner plate?

After figuring this out, Theodore immediately rushed to the kitchen.

He is resolute and strong-willed.

Theodore wants to make sure the plate is in his sight at all times.

He wants to maintain the purity of his dinner and resolutely prevent the ill-intentioned broadman from mixing toxic and harmful substances in his scrambled eggs!

If the butler hadn't allowed him to help out in the kitchen, it would have been easy to imagine what the hell they were up to.

Of course, Theodore is not stupid and will not directly declare, "I am here to prevent you from drugging me".

He must have pretended to be a little nervous about his future life, a little nervous, and he didn't know why the luck of being adopted by Wayne had befallen him, so he desperately tried to make himself appear useful.

The latter two are not counted for the time being, Theodore can vouch for it, and his nervousness cannot be more real.

This real apprehension obviously moved the old butler.

The old man slowly chopped the carrot and sighed: "Thank you for coming to my help, Master Theo, you remind me of some of the past years." ”

Except for Tim, who delivered the goods to his own door, the first two young masters were a little uneasy at first when they were first adopted.

But when they get acquainted with the manor, the naughty and cute boys will appear in all kinds of unexpected places at any time.

For example, after Master Dick's first night watch was successful, he used eight different flavors of cereal to make a bowl of milk cereal porridge for the whole family.

That night, Alfred pretended not to see Lord Bruce push the porridge bowl open in agony eighteen times.

Another example is that one night later, the old butler heard the sound of rats squirming in the kitchen, so he took a double-barreled hunt. The gun pushed open the kitchen door.

It turned out that it was a hungry young master Jason who secretly ran downstairs in the middle of the night and hid in the cupboard to nibble on chocolate.

After that, Alfred remembered to add an extra supper to the young people in his growing years.

There are so many unforgettable events in this manor, and every time a new stream of blood joins in, these pasts are like old photo album glass that has been wiped out, not blurred and dissolved, only clearer.

Every boy, including Lord Bruce, has their own temper.

But the old butler knew that they would always be reconciled, and they sat down at the same table to eat happily.

Because they care about each other, they don't have to be connected by blood.

*

Theodore knew nothing about the old butler's feelings.

He whipped the batter of the pancakes and swept his gaze quietly around the kitchen.

Oh oh oh, it turns out that the knife holder is placed in this position.

The edge of this kitchen knife is very sharp, so there is a chance to steal it in the kitchen.

Just enough to press under your pillow when you sleep, it can effectively prevent the night attack of the big guy.

The olive oil is also of good quality, and it can be paired with the whiskey in the wine cabinet, and with a little eiderdown from the quilt, you can make several simple □□.

Theodore watched from the kitchen to and from the kitchen, digging for every treasure that might come in handy.

Suddenly, his eyes paused in mid-air, and a hint of joy slowly appeared on his face.

- Is there a bottle of peanut butter in the corner of that cupboard?

Taking advantage of the convenience of getting the spices, Theodore took the opportunity to copy the bottle of peanut butter in his hand.

Surveying the brand new can of peanut butter and realizing that the sauce in the bottle had barely touched, Theodore felt more and more satisfied.

Just as Asians are easily lactose intolerant, nut-based foods are a major allergen for white people.

In Theodore's memory, his former adoptive father, Stanley, was allergic to peanuts.

Since Wayne is almost identical to Stanley in other configurations, he is like a half-brother, maybe what Stanley is allergic to, Wayne will also be allergic to when he eats it.

Otherwise, how could the peanut butter bottle in the kitchen be so brand new and look almost untouched?

Thinking of this, Theodore's eyes lit up.

With a smile of anticipation on his lips, he boldly pulled out the peanut butter from the jar and added a few large spoonfuls to the batter viciously.

Wayne better be allergic to peanut butter!

God willing, Wayne is the type who gets allergic to peanuts!

In this case, Theodore must carry a bottle of peanut butter with him every day, and whenever Wayne gets close, he will take the sauce and splash it in his face!

*

When dinner began, Theodore couldn't contain his excitement.

The slight excitement in his expression naturally did not escape Bruce's eyes.

Seeing the happy expression of his new adopted son, Bruce's brows couldn't help but flatten.

Tim was indeed a reliable child, and he had only been alone with Theodore for a short time before he opened the knot in his new brother's heart.

Look, Theodore really distinguished those ridiculous accusations, and even threw an expectant look at himself.

It's so fast!

Bruce smiled and took a sip from his coffee cup, leaning back slightly for Alfred to place the plate in front of him.

The old butler lifted the silver lid from the plate and announced very solemnly, "Today's thick soup and maple baked pancakes are all made by Master Theo. ”

Hearing this, Bruce's eyes couldn't help but widen.

Tim also cast a surprised look at Theodore.

Look at the tempting milky white color of the creamy soup, and then look at the golden glow reflected from the syrup on the maple pancakes.

Finally, Bruce, who has no common sense enough to put shell eggs in the microwave, and Tim, who only uses the coffee machine, have a new member of the family who can control the kitchen!

Bathed in everyone's eyes, Theodore lowered his eyes slightly, and smiled a little embarrassedly, with a little uncertainty in his smile.

"I don't know if it's to your taste."

Bruce picked up the spoon on the spot, and Tim took a large piece of pancake into his mouth.

The next moment, the movements of the two froze.

Meeting Theodore's sparkling eyes, Bruce took another scoop of uncertainty as he could.

"Uh, the smell of this...... Did you add peanut butter? ”

Judging by the richness of the peanut flavor, this is not a creamy soup at all, and it is called a peanut butter soup.

Tim also smacked his lips in confusion: "You put peanut butter in the pancake batter too?" ”

It's almost overpowering the maple sugar flavor!

Theodore clenched his fingers innocently: "I'm sorry, isn't it delicious?" I love peanut butter...... Maybe I'm overdoing it, I'm really sorry......"

The butler stood at the table and bowed softly: "It's not your fault, Master Theo." It's a shame that Lord Bruce has always been too picky about food. ”

- In short, Batman, he's a picky eater.

- Why is the peanut butter jar in the kitchen so full? Because Bruce doesn't like peanut butter.

This statement, which is actually very true, but sounds quite polite, obviously does not comfort a young, frightened heart who thinks that he has done something wrong.

Theodore lowered his head and fiddled with the mushrooms on his plate with his fork.

Seeing that his adopted son's happy smile was about to disappear, Bruce took a deep breath.

Batman doesn't eat peanut butter.

But Gotham Baby can do anything!

Drawing on Bruce's gritty to laugh and laugh at the feast, and repaying his determination to sleep from beginning to end at every company meeting, Gotham Baby maintained a perfect smile and shoved another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

…… It's just that the spoon is stuffed a little deep, as if you want to skip the taste buds on your tongue and transport the soup directly into your esophagus.

Bruce praised with a clear conscience: "How come, the flavor is very unique, hehe." ”

It's not delicious, it's just weird to go with.

It's like an Italian seeing a pizza with pineapple!

Theodore lowered his eyes regretfully, curled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

It's a shame that Wayne isn't allergic to peanut butter.

Looks like he's going to have to think of something else.

***

This episode, which no one knows, should have passed here.

However, that night, while Batman and Robin were on night watch, they encountered a small accident.

Batman kicked out ferociously, carrying the poison. The dealer's collar pressed him against the wall, and his masked face approached the drug dealer, reflecting his dark and dark figure in his cloudy and frightened eyes.

His questioning was terrifying, as if it came from hell.

"Tell me, what Black Mask is up to."

Poison. The peddler stared at Batman with wide eyes, and suddenly a dry gurgling sound came from his throat. It doesn't look like it's out of fear, but it looks like it's unwell, some kind of acute symptom flare-up.

Under Kevlar's mask, Batman frowned slightly, and quietly released the force in his hand.

I saw the poison. The peddler pressed against the wall, like a rubber man with bones removed, and sat limply on the ground and spread out in a lump.

Robin sensed that something was wrong, and leaned in and fiddled with the other twice, and soon realized that something was wrong.

The young man jumped backwards sharply, and raised the long stick in his hand defensively: "B! He seems to have taken poison! ”

The man on the ground writhed in pain like a maggot, his face turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he kept scratching the ten fingers of his throat, which were even more swollen like two bundles of fruit carrots.

In the hellish place of Gotham, even ordinary citizens are used to seeing all kinds of mutants/biochemical agents/mass-produced injection warriors......

Therefore, Robin's first reaction was that someone set a trap for Batman and poisoned him. Sold some dangerous reagent that he shouldn't have used.

But Batman didn't back down.

He leaned over to check on the drug dealer, and after two or three seconds, he quickly made up his mind.

Taking an adrenaline injection from the universal belt around his waist, Batman pushed it into the opponent's veins.

"Contact the ambulance immediately." Batman said in a deep voice, "Edema, itching, difficulty breathing, these are extremely serious allergy symptoms. ”

*

That night, on the roof of the GCPD, Gordon took off his glasses and slowly wiped them with the corners of his clothes.

"The hospital has found out that the poison. Traders are severely allergic to peanuts, and even if they don't eat or touch them, they can react to the smell of peanuts in the air. ”

“……”

Batman doesn't speak.

Batman's silence is so stubborn that it seems to stand on a high wall in Gotham.

Gordon stepped forward and tried to comfort the Dark Knight, "Don't be too upset, old man, who would have expected this...... I mean, you have to have a bit of a hobby, and even if you eat peanut butter for dinner, it's not a big deal, right? ”

Batman turned his head towards Robin.

"Write it down, the Bat Manual is 425, don't eat peanut butter before the night watch."

Robin seemed to want to say something, and closed his mouth heavily.

“…… Okay, bat. ”

"What? It's really not like that, how many extreme cases can there be. Don't take it to heart, old man, why give up delicious peanut butter for this......"

For some reason, as soon as these words of persuasion fell, Gordon seemed to see a deep sense of grief and indignation in the arrogant figure of the Dark Knight.

- But how could it be, he must have just wiped his glasses and didn't wipe them clean.

Gordon took off his glasses again and began to wipe them with the corners of his clothes.

With this bowed effort, Batman carried his Robin, as if by magic, and the figure "swished" and disappeared in front of Gordon's eyes.

Gordon wiped his glasses clean and sighed unsurprisingly when he saw that there was no one around.

"Alas, it's gone again."

Regretfully, he took a piece of candy out of his pocket, tore open the wrapper and put it in his mouth.

"The peanut candy Barbara gave me to chew on when I quit smoking...... I'd like to ask if you'd like to have a piece too. ”

Batman takes Robin back to the Batcave, brushes his teeth ferociously, bathes, and then in the wee hours of the morning, perseveringly stands in the Poison Cave. The peddler's bedside.

Poison. Hawker: "Ahh ”

It's terrible this Batman!

The legend in the market only said that he beat people very painfully, never killed, no one said that he would deliberately make people allergic, and then rescue and ask when he died!

If he had known that Batman still had this kind of means, he would have recruited it from a distance of eight hundred meters!

Frightened poison. The peddler shuddered, and confessed the information that Batman wanted very smoothly.

"I said, I said, please stay away from me!"

The information arrived smoothly.

But it may be the illusion of light that Batman looks ...... Don't seem to be very happy?

At this point, it seems like it's going to come to an end.

However, a month later, Batman ends his night watch and goes to a familiar fast food restaurant to buy a bat menu.

As a result, the clerk on the night shift looked up and saw Batman's long figure, his eyes immediately lit up, and he warmly recommended the most popular "Bat Super Love Package" to him recently.

Batman took out the money and slammed it.

For some reason, a keen bat instinct told him that nothing good was going to happen next.

But Batman braved any odds and bravely asked that question.

"What's the difference?"

The clerk was elated and looked as if he was waiting for the praise of his idol.

"In the Bat Super Favorite Package, the salad dressing in the burger has been replaced with Batman's favorite peanut butter!"

Batman: "......"

Batman turned and walked away.

Robin followed closely behind him, making a leaky sound despite covering his mouth.

Alfred would have been glad to know that they had given up fast food and supper.

Nightwing and Redhood will laugh loudly in the private channel.

Even, the two of them may have gotten together a long time ago, waiting to see the jokes of the old bat kiss, while quietly eating a meal of "Bat Super Love Package"!

As for the other member of the family, the one who started the incident......

- Theodore, are you satisfied nowTheodore?

- Is that what you wanted to seeTheodore!!