Timothy took the half-empty thermos from his hands, chewed through the ice, scanned the room with squinted eyes before giving a soft smile. "Please, go ahead. I'm listening."
Everyone shuddered simultaneously.
Damn it! He's really angry!
Red Robin in a rage is not scary, but a Red Robin who is angry yet smiling will make you regret ever being born!
Jason thought about how his helmet had suddenly turned Barbie pink. He tried to sneak away, but was caught by the scruff of the neck by Dick.
It's like this! There's a big event at home tomorrow, so I came back early after my patrol to prepare, I found everyone in your room. I thought it was a family gathering." Dick hooked his arm around Jason's neck. "Little Jaybird dragged me into the room; they were all betting on what you have in your thermos.
Jason dragged the culprit back in front of the victim: "Birdie, she started the bet."
Stephanie retorted, "It's clearly because you were curious why Timmy has such a cute Bat thermos!"
Damian roared, "Foolish Brown, that isn't cute at all! He is insulting Father!"
Go wash your eyes! You Demon Brat! When the old man first started out, he was just a rookie Vigilante who said, 'I am the night, I am vengeance, I am Batman,' and then he slipped and fell!
Bruce stood at the door, listening to the voices coming from inside, unsure whether he should walk in or help close the door.
Slander! Batman never had a rookie phase! Batman is the coolest and most handsome at any time! Robin was the one who once slipped and fell!
He doesn't need to consider it anymore.
To avoid the furious Damian, Stephanie pulled open the half-closed door, exposing Bruce to the children's eyes.
“It's all the old man's fault!”
Jason and Stephanie shifted the blame with perfect coordination.
Bruce looked at Timothy.
Timothy was using glue to fix a thermos. It was just an ordinary thermos, the only special thing about it was a small chibi-style comic of Batman on the body, standing on a rooftop shouting, "I am vengeance, I am the night, I am Batman," before slipping and falling into a heap like a cat.
Bruce did not approve.
This kind of merchandise that ruins Batman's image is definitely not official Wayne!
Bruce was a reasonable patriarch; he cleared his throat. "Damian, no knives are allowed in the house. Your allowance for this week will be used to compensate Timothy for his cup."
"Father!" Damian looked at Bruce in disbelief, even though he was clearly just defending his father's dignity.
Bruce looked around the room. "Everyone present will have their allowance for this week deducted."
“Me too?” Duke's sleepy face appeared from behind the sofa.
He was just caught up in it; he didn't participate in the gambling or the brawl.
"You too, because you failed to stop your brother from causing destruction." Bruce declared the case closed abruptly, looking toward Timothy.
Timothy frowned slightly, his eyes glazed over, as he murmured, "It can't be glued back together."
Of course, a thermos broken into two pieces couldn't be glued back together.
Stephanie muttered, "Oh, he looks like a sad, broken duck!"
Damian wanted to say not to insult the duck, but after glancing at Timothy and then glancing away, he shut his mouth.
Jason felt a rare sense of guilt, then glared at Bruce: "Fine, Little Red Bird, precious things cannot be measured with money. Bruce, go to the company to work tomorrow."
Bruce had an objection, but Stephanie covered his mouth.
Timothy sighed softly, "Only tomorrow?"
His voice was trembling!
He isn't crying, is he?
If it were me, if such a collectible cup were broken, I would be so angry I'd blow everyone to pieces!
Everyone's eyes darted around.
Stephanie hurriedly said, "One week! For this one week, Bruce is in charge of all the company meetings. If he doesn't go, Cassandra and I will drag him there!"
Cassandra did not refute it.
Timothy lifted his eyelids, looking at Bruce with moist, sleep-deprived eyes.
Bruce wanted to say something, but Dick and Jason grabbed him from both sides and dragged him away: "That's it, go to sleep, it won't be good if you wake Alfred."
Timothy sent off all the uninvited guests, clearing three bugs and four monitors from the room.
Tsk, is there no one in this house who understands what *** means?
Timothy absolutely refused to admit that he had been retaliated against for placing surveillance in his siblings' safehouses first; he was only focused on recording the owners of the bugs in the files and deciding to pay them back tenfold.
He didn't sleep.
Timothy organized the files regarding the Brain-eating worm and forwarded them to Batman, then packaged the Wayne reports and proposals and sent them to Bruce, while subconsciously opening the surveillance feed from Little Reed's home.
Colt is not at home.
The Robin Bird's positioning was circling around Wayne Manor.
Wayne Manor is separated from Oak Tree Manor by half of Gotham, placing it outside the patrol range of the Robin Bird. It is currently five in the morning, which is even before the Little Jaybird's time to wake up.
Timothy came to the window, pushed it open, waved.
Birdie dove down and landed on his shoulder, strolling leisurely. The patient, who should have been resting at home, also performed a beautiful Void Shift, skidding to a halt in front of him on a skateboard.
Timothy invited them inside.
Colt looked around; Timothy's room was no different from any other teenager's.
Posters were plastered on the walls, tablets and soda cans were piled on the desk, clothes were strewn across the sofa, the bed was a mess as if someone had just been fighting on it, there were even shoe prints on the pillows, coffee stains were everywhere on the floor.
Coffee stains are hard to clean out of plush carpets; it's obvious this is the room of a young master who never does housework.
Timothy closed the doors and windows and searched the room again to confirm there were no extra surveillance devices before looking at Colt, who was looking spirited with eyes shining.
Body temperature is normal. I hope it wasn't chilled by the morning's cold wind.
Of course not. The Ghost field is an independent space with constant temperature and humidity, always maintaining the most suitable conditions for humans, though the gravity is a bit low.
Colt stated that the mental strength potion was very useful and that he had already recovered.
So, are you here to ask me out to watch the Gotham sunrise together?
Timothy had a serious expression and a formal tone, so even when he said such flippant words, it didn't feel offensive.
Colt shook his head and began pulling things out of his pocket.
A high-potency anesthetic needle.
Timothy merely raised an eyebrow.
Sleeping pills.
Timothy felt that something was wrong.
Colt pulled a baseball bat from behind his back.
Timothy stepped back.
Colt finally placed a small Snail Speaker in front of Timothy, his lips twitching slightly, as the speaker on the snail's back emitted a voice: "Sleep on your own, or pick one, I'll see you to sleep."
Are you afraid I'll drop dead, so you're here to rush me to sleep?" Timothy looked at Colt in surprise. "My record for staying awake without rest is seven days, I'm nowhere near my limit yet.. Wait.. I'll sleep on my own.
Colt picked up the heavy-duty anesthetic syringe.
Timothy kicked off his shoes and rolled onto the bed.
Colt covered Timothy's eyes with his hands, pulling his eyelids down as if closing the eyes of someone who had died with regrets.
Timothy did not want to sleep.
Batman took over the task of tracing the origins of the Brain-eating worms, while Red Robin still needed to handle work for Drake Enterprises and the Titans; he also had intelligence from several cases to organize, he had no time to sleep.. but the hand resting on his eyes felt as heavy as ten thousand tons, his eyelids simply would not stay open.
Timothy's breathing gradually became steady.
Colt heard the rustling sound of the progress bar moving. He slowly raised his hand, looked at the dark circles under Timothy's eyes, gave them a gentle poke.
He was so exhausted that he fell asleep the moment he hit the bed, yet he still stubbornly insisted he hadn't reached his limit.
Birdie held the blanket with its beak and covered Timothy.
Colt raised his phone, leaving behind evidence of the "Sleeping Beauty."
..
It was already afternoon when Timothy woke up.
It was raining outside, the computer on the desk had already gone into sleep mode; he enjoyed the tranquility of the moment and rolled over.
Quack
A strange duck sound rang out.
Timothy pulled a little yellow duck from behind his head.
A little yellow duck designed for baby baths, with a pinhole camera hidden inside its flat beak, though the camera was obscured by a rolled-up slip of paper.
Timothy pulled out the small slip of paper and unfolded it, which had the words "Tit for tat" written on it in standard printed font.
He chuckled softly, flicked the note with his finger, gave the squeaky little yellow duck a squeeze, before cheerfully jumping up to place the little duck in the display case and aiming the camera at this year's new Red Robin figure.
Timothy took a photo of the action figure and the little duckling, then sent it to Colt.
【185, 205, 246: A wonderful gift, saved. 】
【139, 0, 255: Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty. 】
Colt replied with a photo of Timothy sleeping.
Timothy zoomed in on the photo. The spherical North American Robin was holding a single horn and covering him, a scene that was very Disney-like. It was a pity he was wearing a loose T-shirt instead of a princess dress.
To be honest, Colt's face is better suited for playing a Disney princess.
Timothy smiled as he saved the photo and uploaded it to the cloud for his collection.
Alfred had cleaned the room while he was asleep; the soiled carpet had been removed, revealing the natural wood flooring beneath, a sweet fragrance drifted through the room.
There was a note under the plate of Cookies: Good afternoon, Master Timothy. Master Bruce has already called the school to request a day off for you. I will be in the conservatory this afternoon. Please head to the dining room when you wake up; I have left lunch for you. Alfred Pennyworth.
Timothy took a photo of the Cookies and sent it to Colt.
【185, 205, 246: The world's most delicious. 】