【139, 0, 255: This is truly the world's number one delicacy. 】
Colt replied to him with a photo of a Batman strawberry lollipop, set against a background of a scrap piece of paper covered in formulas.
Timothy continued to save the photo and upload it to the cloud.
Colt has already finished school and returned home, is currently rushing to finish his homework.
The school assignments had already been finished at school; he was rushing through Tony's homework, "Using Mathematical Modeling to Calculate the Energy Consumption of Nano-Armor in Different Space Environments," which was due tomorrow.
Mathematics is the most simple of disciplines; all it requires is a pen and a stack of paper to consume an entire day. Add to that a few lollipops and a cup of milk tea, while listening to the chirping of birds sheltering from the rain under the eaves and catching the occasional message from friends popping up in the Encrypted Chat Group, Colt felt incredibly cozy.
Colt couldn't be bothered to pray, nor to wash or burn incense, he didn't even seek out Birdie for good luck; he simply wiped his hands with a wet wipe and casually opened the treasure chest.
Great, it's not coffee.
Not good, it's a pile of documents.
Maybe the contents of the files are extraterrestrial technology.
Colt, filled with anticipation, moved the files, which were even taller than him, from the Dream Station into reality.
Wayne's financial statements, financial statements, financial statements.. acquisition plans, merger plans.. Red Robin fighter jet reimbursement forms..
What on earth is Timothy thinking about in his dreams? Can't he love something with actual value?
Colt put the last document into the shredder, ensuring that no stray pieces were left behind.
All of these documents bore Bruce Wayne's signature; if they fell into the hands of those with ulterior motives, they would bring trouble to Wayne Enterprises, so they had to be destroyed.
A message popped up in the Encrypted Chat Group: 【185, 205, 246: Look outside. 】
Bang!
A sonic boom suddenly erupted outside.
Colt pulled back the curtains of the study, only to see Superboy carrying Red Robin as they took off from the yard, disappearing behind the rain clouds.
Colt ran downstairs with Birdie on his head.
There was an extra paper bag on the doormat, its opening sealed with a colorful Ghost stamp.
Ghost's eyes are violet, she wears an elf crown.
Quite cute.
Colt touched the Ghost seal, feeling the smooth texture beneath his fingertips, his eyes instantly lit up as he happily opened the paper bag.
The bag contained cranberry white chocolate muffins, a small cupcake, a small bag of mixed dried fruits and vegetables, a letter sealed with wax.
Detective Duck's wax seal was very cute.
Colt slowly heated the envelope over the plate, carefully removed the intact wax seal, only then opened the envelope to take out the light-colored stationery inside, which was imprinted with petal patterns.
[Dear Ghost: Sharing the world's most delicious afternoon tea snacks with you. Note: The cookies and cakes contain chocolate; Robin Bird can eat the sugar-free mixed dried fruits and vegetables. Your Tim.]
The Cookies were indeed delicious, the cupcakes were wonderful too; Birdie loved the crispy cucumber slices in the mixed dried fruits and vegetables.
Colt put the first letter he received into his collection cabinet and searched for how to make wax seals.
This ancient method of communication is truly cool!
Gotham is very lively tonight; Bruce Wayne has announced the return of his late second son to the family.
To celebrate his son's return, Wayne hired multiple airships to patrol the skies above Gotham, creating massive light pollution. It is said that this light pollution will last for seven consecutive days, a much grander spectacle than the one held to welcome his biological son.
All of Gotham was discussing how Jason Wayne died back then, how he eventually came back to life, whether it involved some hidden secrets of the wealthy elite, whether there would be any changes in the distribution of Wayne's future assets..
News that Penguin and Black Mask had both suffered heavy losses and were sent to Arkham together went unnoticed by everyone.
The Wayne family made a collective appearance, causing a massive surge in trending topics.
Bruce Wayne was over forty, exuding a rich charm like aged wine.
To his left was tonight's star, Jason Wayne, who looked strong and had sharp eyes, with a streak of white hair at his forehead that gave him a rebellious and unrestrained appearance. To Bruce's right was Duke Thomas, who had not made a public appearance before; Duke was not used to such occasions and appeared somewhat awkward facing the cameras.
Richard Grayson walked behind them, leading Damian Wayne by the hand and waving with a bright smile. Damian had a sour expression on his face, turning back to urge Timothy Drake, who had fallen behind. Timothy was walking with his arm linked with Cassandra's, the two of them whispering something to each other.
Colt sat cross-legged on the floor polishing the newly carved Ghost, his gaze drawn to Timothy on the television.
Timothy wore a crisp light-colored shirt and a slim-fit black vest, with a jacket draped over his sister's shoulders as she wore an off-the-shoulder evening gown. He nodded slightly toward the camera with a smile on his lips, exuding elegance from head to toe.
He was the one who most resembled Bruce, yet he lacked Bruce's frivolity, appearing much more composed.
The young master in the dream grew up proportionally into a well-bred gentleman.
Quack
The phone emitted a duck quack, the dedicated notification sound for receiving messages through the private encrypted communication channel with Timothy.
[185, 205, 246: (Sumptuous Buffet. JPG) Coming?]
Colt rubbed his stomach.
He had already eaten dinner, but he could still fit in a few pounds of fruit and snacks; mental laborers need extra vitamins and sugar.
..
Timothy was very bored.
He wasn't the star of the show tonight, so he hid away after entering.
Cassandra ran even faster than him. Dick was in his element in this kind of setting, charming the socialites and noblewomen until they couldn't stop smiling. Damian was caught by Jason and forced to socialize, his cheeks pinched by people calling him cute, leaving him as angry as a pufferfish. Duke stood to the side, trembling with fear, terrified that Damian would pull out a two-meter-long greatsword.
[139, 0, 255: I've arrived.]
Timothy put away his phone and leaned against the terrace railing, looking out.
Colt crawled out from under the floor and held the phone screen up to Timothy's eyes.
A video was playing on the phone. In the footage, a group of dangerous people with bulging holsters at their waists were approaching the venue, led by a disguised Armory.
Timothy beamed, "It's Red Hood's people."
Birdie poked its head out from Colt's collar, flapped its wings, landed on the railing next to Timothy's hand. It shifted sideways a couple of times and pecked at Timothy's freshly trimmed nails, which were coated in clear nail polish.
Timothy familiarly checked the tracker on Birdie's leg band and stroked the crest on its head.
The bird tilted its head to glance at him, too lazy to move.
Timothy gently squeezed Birdie's body, just like squeezing a stress ball.
Being too fat affects health; shouldn't we give it a checkup?
Is it fat?
It's just that the molting period has only recently ended, so the new feathers are a bit fluffy, making it look round, right?
Colt stared at the bird nervously, just like Timothy, he carefully squeezed the bird's body.
This solid feel certainly couldn't be explained away by fluffy feathers. But isn't it normal for birds to store up some extra fat in the autumn to ensure they survive the winter?
Chapter 28
Colt held Birdie and looked at him from all sides.
Well, although he had been very careful about Birdie's nutritional intake, Birdie had snuck quite a lot of potato chip-style snacks while he was busy researching the Arc Reactor during summer vacation.
Perhaps it was the effect of high salt and high sugar; Birdie's molting season has been exceptionally severe this year.
Theoretically, captive-bred North American Robins have an abundance of food, so their annual molting period is shortened, adults might not even molt at all. Aside from the transition from fledgling to adult, Birdie only loses a few stray feathers each year. This year, however, several feathers fall out every time Birdie flaps its wings, the crest and the area around the eyes have become somewhat patchy, so he has been specifically supplementing its protein intake.
Thinking of this, Colt became even more nervous, trying hard to recall Birdie's recent condition.
Birdie spends most of his time watching television every day, occasionally playing with friends, or inviting friends over to watch TV and eat snacks. He rarely goes out for fresh air, usually, he walks more than he flies; whenever he does go out, he always hitches a ride on his skateboard..
This is just laziness, not an illness, right?
Colt asked Timothy with a look.
Violet is a gentle color, situated between blue and purple, with a lighter and more translucent hue, much like the top-grade emeralds seen at the Iceberg Lounge last night.
In the jewelry industry, violet is called spring color, Colt's eyes are like spring water.
Timothy cleared his throat. "How about making an appointment for a check-up for Birdie?"
Colt hesitated; it wasn't convenient for him to take Birdie to the vet, Joseph was in seclusion working on research, so it was unknown when he would be able to come home.
Timothy reached out and touched the furrow between Colt's brows, his touch as light as if he were stroking Birdie's crest, his voice was very soft as well.
I'm free on Saturday.
As long as there is enough money, the doctor can completely accommodate a guest's schedule.
Colt's eyes widened slightly.
Timothy saw himself reflected in two pools of spring water.
Timothy discovered that Colt would unconsciously rely on physical touch, perhaps because he was the only person besides Joseph that Colt could touch.
The furrow between Colt's brows quickly vanished under Timothy's touch, his worried violet eyes curved slightly, filled with nothing but anticipation and joy.
The most important thing tonight was enjoying a free feast.
Timothy used his privileges as the young master of Wayne to have a portion of all the food sent to the lounge.
Colt felt a bit embarrassed at first; after all, the food had to pass through Timothy before he could receive it, making him feel as if he were being hand-fed.
But there were simply too many delicious things, he soon regretted that he wasn't a big eater.
Colt rubbed his stomach while leaning against the second-floor railing, Colt's voice suddenly rang out in Timothy's communication earpiece.
I remember you.
Timothy looked at Colt.
Colt pointed to a secluded corner downstairs near the pillars. "Two years ago, at the banquet where Wayne announced your adoption, you had an argument with the chairman of Drake Enterprises."
Timothy thought about it and shook his head. "To be precise, it wasn't a quarrel; it was Philmarine declaring war on me."
Colt looked at the smile on Timothy's lips, as if he saw the smiling little Mr. Drake from years ago making tough threats again.
Two years ago, Colt began to be able to eat, so Joseph took him to the company banquets to scavenge for food.