Chapter 27 Eat it, it’s delicious【VIP】
307.
Jason's second stint as Robin was much shorter than his first, as if to prove he no longer needed to rely on the "Robin" identity. One day, he announced, "I think I'm 16 now. It's time to go solo, just like Dick."
Xiaojie, you haven't even turned 15 yet, what are you talking about in your sleep?
Before we could react, he stood in the lobby, carrying a suitcase and a crowbar, and added righteously, "I should have my own team!"
"So? Your team is..." I deliberately dragged out my words and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"I've already found someone," Jason said seriously. "Bizarro will be coming with me."
...Bizarro?
That kind but not-so-bright clone of Superman? He's currently helping Martha farm in Kansas. He doesn't look like someone who could be kidnapped.
"Have you spoken to Bizarro?" Bruce asked calmly.
"Of course," Jason answered without hesitation. "He's already agreed."
A few minutes later, we received a video call from Superman Clark.
"Oh my God... Bizarro just told me that he wants to go solo or be with Jason?!" Clark's face appeared on the screen. He tried to keep smiling, but his blue eyes were full of condemnation.
"Yes, Clark, the child is grown up now. This is his own choice," I said, my tone sincere. "The adults should let go."
"Let go? What do you mean?" Clark was clearly furious, his voice rising several degrees. "Bizarro doesn't understand this world well enough. He needs someone to guide him, not to be taken on some 'solo team'!"
"Don't worry, I will protect him!" Jason shouted outside the screen.
Xiaojie, you act too unreliable and will lose points from Bizarro's parents.
Clark sighed and rubbed his brow. "I'll talk to Bizarro... but I hope your family can keep a close eye on Jason."
"Do you think we don't want to take care of it?" Bruce interrupted our conversation in his low voice, revealing a subtle expression of "If I could control him, I would have done it long ago."
Superman sighed, Bruce sighed.
After all, this is Bruce's position in our family. When a child grows up, we can no longer control him. If we say too much to him, he will get angry and run away from home.
What else can I do? Of course I can only spoil him.
Before leaving, Jason specially called us together for a "family meeting".
"I want to recommend someone to succeed me and become the new Robin." He said seriously.
"If you want to leave, just go. No need to be so formal." Dick quipped, crossing his arms. "Besides, it's not your turn to designate Robin's successor. I'm the one who owns the title of Robin, okay? Be careful or I'll sue you for copyright infringement."
"Shut up, Dick." Jason rolled his eyes at him, then turned to Bruce. "The guy I'm talking about is absolutely suitable. He's smart, brave, and admires Batman... Most importantly, he's more reliable than Dick."
"Hey!" Dick protested loudly.
"Who is he talking about?" Barbara asked me in a low voice.
"Who else?" I shrugged. "Tim, obviously."
That's right, Jason nominated Tim Drake. He told Bruce confidently: "He's my friend, and I know he can do this role. He's smart, observant, and less talkative than Dick."
"Hey!" Dick protested again.
Bruce pondered for a moment and nodded: "I'll think about it."
"That's it?" Dick looked incredulous. "I went through three months of screening and testing before becoming Robin!"
"The main reason is that Tim has been following us for a long time, right? No matter how much we persuade him, he won't leave, and his parents are not in Gotham all year round. Why not bring him to live with us?" Barbara shrugged.
"That's right, if someone gets something faster than you, it just means you're not talented enough. Apparently, Tim is a genius who's even more talented than you." Jason shook his finger and quickly slipped out before Dick could get angry. "Well, time's up. Bizarro's still waiting for me. Bye, everyone!"
Watching his back disappear through the door, I sighed, "This kid left even more elegantly than last time."
Dick grumbled unhappily beside him, "Even more heartless than last time."
308.
A few days later, Tim was formally received by Bruce.
Ah, why does it sound like a king meeting his subjects... Well, then our country is the Kingdom of Flying Mice.
Our family sat in the Batcave, watching Tim standing in the middle, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt in confusion. The little guy was obviously a little nervous, but his eyes were filled with an eager light.
"You really want to be him," his voice was low but authoritative.
"Yes, sir," Tim said, trying his best. "I've watched you for years, and I know I can do this. I'm important, and I won't let you down."
"explain.
"Yeah, he looks better than before," Baibara nodded slightly, "but I always feel that he is a little too nervous."
"That's because Bruce always has that 'I can see through all your secrets' look on his face," Dick muttered quietly. "He looks like he's about to scare the kid to tears."
Bruce ignored our whispers and stared at Tim intently for a full minute.
"Jason recommended you." Bruce said slowly, "It means he trusts you."
Tim nodded and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.
"But a recommendation alone isn't enough," Bruce continued, his tone calm and commanding. "Becoming Robin requires more than just courage and conviction. You must prove yourself capable."
"I'll prove it to you." Tim gritted his teeth, his eyes stubborn.
"Okay." Bruce nodded. "Starting today, you will undergo a probationary period. During this time, I will conduct a comprehensive assessment of you. If you pass, you will be the new Robin. If you fail..."
Tim subconsciously held his breath.
"Then you can still be our ally, but you won't be Robin," Bruce added, his eyes sharp. "Understood?"
"I see." Tim nodded vigorously, his blue eyes sparkling. Obviously, he had not considered the possibility of failure at all.
"Very good." Bruce turned to me, "Leona, starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for supervising his basic training."
"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, "Why me?"
"Because you're gentler." Bruce said expressionlessly.
"...Bruce, are you sure you understand me?" I pointed at myself, "I am gentle?"
"Relatively speaking," Bruce said in an unquestionable tone, "at least you wouldn't just start a physical fight like Jason did."
"Okay..." I shrugged helplessly, showing an evil look, "Tim, prepare to face the hell of 'mild'."
Tim shuddered.
However, before anything started, I took Tim to choose the room he wanted and talked about the style and design he wanted.
I told him not to feel constrained. After all, it seemed like he would be living in Wayne Manor for a long time, so he had to choose a design that would make him feel comfortable.
Tim spent a long time struggling through the rooms.
By the way, Dick lived on the west side of the third floor, Jason lived on the north side of the second floor, Bruce lived in the middle room on the third floor, and my room was next to his. Tim hesitated for a long time between the third and second floors.
Finally he chose a room on the east side of the second floor, close to the library and office.
Thanks to my high-tech cultivation system from many years ago, Tim was able to move into his room very quickly.
"Go to bed early, Xiaoti." I winked at him. "I hope you can hold on tomorrow. Good night and sweet dreams."
I turned off the lights in the room.
309.
The next day, training officially began.
"Come on, Xiaoti." I stood in the middle of the training ground and waved at him. "You need to prove that you can dodge my attacks first."
"Avoid your attack?" Tim was stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting.
"That's right." I smiled and pulled out a wooden sword for training. "Don't be nervous, this is just a basic test."
"Is this the basics?" Tim looked at my rising momentum with a dull expression.
"Of course." I smiled sweetly, took a step forward in the blink of an eye, and stabbed the sword towards him like lightning. "Come on, prove yourself!"
Tim was startled and rolled to the side reflexively, narrowly avoiding my attack.
"Not bad, you have some reaction speed." I nodded and stabbed his left shoulder with the sword again, "Come again!"
For the next half hour, Tim ran around the training ground, crawling, rolling, and jumping up and down.
Although he was indeed agile, he clearly lacked combat experience and his movements were somewhat flustered.
"Stop." I put away my sword and looked at Tim, who was already bruised and panting. "How are you? Are you feeling okay?"
"I..." Tim held his knees and gasped for breath, "I think... I need... more practice."
"That's the right attitude." I nodded with satisfaction. "We'll continue tomorrow. We'll do a set of basic training first. I'll adjust it based on your current situation."
Tim slumped on the ground. When he heard that there was still basic training for the post-graduate students, a hint of despair appeared in his eyes, like a exhausted and decadent puppy.
I couldn't help but touch his head and said, "Don't be discouraged. It's always like this at the beginning. Jason was much worse off than you when he first started training."
"Really?" Tim raised his head with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Of course it's true." I smiled and patted his shoulder. "Since he recommended you and Jason is not here, if you can practice for half an hour in a week to the point where you can dodge all my attacks, I can show you the video of that time."
A smile finally appeared on Tim's face again, and I could feel that he was more motivated.
Very good, the new Robin project is going quite smoothly.
310.
As the days of training passed, Tim's progress was even faster than I expected. Although he wasn't as physically fit as Jason, he was a quick learner and had a flexible mind, always able to come up with some tricks to deal with my attacks.
"Not bad, Xiaoti." I stood at the edge of the training ground, watching him nimbly shuttle through the obstacle course, and couldn't help but nod, "Faster, don't let anyone catch you."
"Got it!" Tim agreed, quickly adjusting his posture, dodging the last swinging sandbag, and easily climbing over the obstacle wall.
"Great!" I applauded. "Now, let's make it a little harder—Dick, go!"
"What?" Tim just took a breath when he saw Dick jumping out from the side with an expression that said "It's all over now" on his face.
"Don't worry, little one." Dick flexed his wrist. "I'll go easy on you—maybe."
The next half hour was a classic example of "the big bullying the small".
Tsk tsk tsk, Timmy is still too naive.
Dick obviously didn't use his full strength, but his agility and rich combat experience still made Tim breathless. Several times, Tim was almost forced into a corner, but he always found a gap to escape at the last moment.
"Not bad, kid," Dick praised during a brief pause. "You have a pretty good brain."
"Thank...thank you." Tim leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, but a smug smile appeared on his face.
"But don't expect me to let you go next time." Dick pounced on him with a wicked smile, and Tim was forced to fight again.
I stood by, sipping the tea Ah Fu had brewed, watching the two men fight with great satisfaction. Tim was still far from a fighting skill, but at least he was no longer a helpless little boy.
311.
After the training, Tim sat on the ground like a dried salted fish.
"Are you tired?" I walked over and handed him a bottle of water.
"Not bad." Tim took the water and took a sip, his face full of fatigue, but also with a satisfied look, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I sat down next to him and stretched. "Have you adjusted to life as Robin?"
"Yeah, I'm slowly getting used to it." Tim nodded, then hesitated again, "But... I'm a little worried that Jason might not like me taking his place."
I was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Are you still worried about this?" I rubbed his head. "Jason recommended you personally! He believes in you more than anyone else."
"But..." Tim lowered his head, his voice a little muffled, "He seems reluctant to talk to me lately."
"That's because he's shy." I said without hesitation, "He's just embarrassed to admit that he actually admires you very much - after all, he's a shy boy who has to hide for a whole night when someone openly says they love him."
Tim looked up at me. For a boy growing up in Gotham, idolizing Robin was perfectly normal. Especially for this stalker boy, who had taken countless Robin photos!
Even for the successor of this title, being praised and recommended by the predecessor of the title is a very, very happy thing.
"Really?" he asked.
"Of course it's true." I patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "What else do you think? Jason is a tough guy with a soft heart. He pretends to be cool on the surface, but in fact, he has been very happy inside. His way is to quietly watch you do better and better, and then one day pretend to mention it casually, 'Huh, I knew this kid could do it all the time.'"
Tim couldn't help but laugh, his original worries rising like soap bubbles and then quietly dissipating.
"Okay, go take a shower." I stood up and held out my hand to him. "Rest for a while. We have training tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you... Sister Leona." Tim grabbed my hand. It was the first time I called her that, and he looked a little shy. He stood up and said, "I won't let Jason, or you, down."
"Come on, little Timmy." I patted his shoulder.
312.
Then, just when we thought everything was falling into place, Jason's letter arrived.
Ah Fu walked into the living room carrying a tray and placed a letter on the table. "This is from Master Jason."
"A letter?" Dick came over, picked up the envelope and took a look. "This guy is quite retro."
"Maybe he thinks writing a letter shows more sincerity than sending a text." Barbara pushed her glasses up. "Why are you still standing there? Open it now."
So we gathered in a circle and watched Bruce open the envelope and pull out Li Bai's letter.
"I guess you've already started Tim's training." Bruce read the letter with a hint of helplessness in his tone. "He must be doing well. I have great confidence in him."
"See, I told you he was very proud." I muttered softly.
"As for me, I'm not going back just yet," Bruce continued reading. "Not because I don't miss home, but because I want to prove that I can handle responsibility like Dick did."
Oh, Xiaojie, he put "Homesick" in the top 100 of solo projects, he's so cute!
"This is setting a flag for yourself." Dick took a bite of the apple, his tone full of gloating. "I said something similar back then, but Bruce caught me not long after."
Haha, you still have the nerve to talk about that to Dick. You're the only superhero who was teased and scared enough to run home right after his debut in Blüdhaven.
Perhaps this laid the foundation for his increasingly thick skin, so that now he can remain calm even when a man whistles directly at him.
"But I'll still keep an eye on your movements." Bruce continued reading. "After all, you are my family. No matter where I am, my family will always be my most important concern."
At the end of the letter, Jason's handwriting seemed a little sloppy, as if he was not very emotional when he wrote this.
I can imagine how he struggled before writing this sentence. I say again, he is so cute!
"So…thank you for your continued support. And, Tim, I'm sure you'll be a great Robin."
After reading the letter, the room was quiet for a while.
"This kid..." I was the first to break the silence, smiling and shaking my head, "See, he's tough on the outside but soft on the inside."
"He's much more mature than I thought." Bruce put the letter down, his eyes softening. "I hope he can find his own way."
"It doesn't matter whether he finds the way or not, as long as he doesn't get lost." Dick stretched. "However, given his current condition, he'll probably come back to us soon."
"Of course," I said with a smile, "I can see that Little Jaybird is homesick."
Tim sat aside, lowered his head and touched the letter paper, a smile quietly appearing at the corner of his mouth.
313.
Jason's letter gave us some new impetus.
Especially Tim, he has been in a state of excitement since reading the letter and can't suppress it no matter what.
He trained even harder, almost pushing himself. I wanted to ask him a few times if he was too anxious, but every time I saw how serious he was, I decided it was best not to bother him.
"How do you think Tim's doing?" I asked Bruce casually one evening while we sat at the computer in the Batcave.
"He has a strong sense of responsibility." Bruce looked at the training records on the screen and nodded, "But he's also a little too eager to prove himself."
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked curiously.
"It depends on whether he can find his balance," Bruce said, "but I believe he will."
"Batman is so confident, you know." I said jokingly, then stretched. "Well, I choose to believe him too. After all, he's Tim Drake."
Bruce smiled slightly, everything under control.
As for Gotham's trust in raising children, I still don't have the ability to challenge his authority.
314.
Tim is very smart. He is definitely the one who looks most like Batman among the three adopted brothers.
This child was like a sponge that absorbed water. He quietly learned everything and even mastered all his skills to the maximum level.
In some ways, I even feel that his progress is faster than Dick's back then - although Dick would roll his eyes if I said that.
One night, after returning from patrol, I found Tim practicing code-cracking in the Batcave, his fingers pounding away on the keyboard as the code scrolled across the screen, dizzying.
"Are you planning to rewrite the Batcave's database?" I joked, leaning back in the chair behind him.
"If necessary." Tim answered without raising his head, his tone so calm that I didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Huh? Are you serious?
"Okay, little genius." I raised an eyebrow, "But don't work too hard. Remember to get enough rest."
"Thank you, I will." Tim finally stopped what he was doing and turned to smile at me. His smile was tired, but also eager to try.
I stared at his face for two seconds, then patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, remember what you said today. Don't let me see you staying up late again tomorrow."
"No, I promise."
"Very good, then go to bed early."
At that time, I didn’t know that Coffee would become his soul mate in the future, just like I didn’t know that such a cute Dick would become more and more showy.
315.
"Can I ask a question?" One day, he walked up to Bruce after training and spoke carefully.
"Of course." Bruce put down the documents in his hand and motioned him to sit down.
"Jason...why would he recommend me?" Tim lowered his head, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "He never seemed to approve of me, and we haven't even known each other for very long."
Bruce was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, "Jason may not be someone who easily expresses his feelings, but that doesn't mean he doesn't approve of you. He recommended you, which means he sees your potential and believes you can be competent for the role of Robin."
"Really?" Tim raised his head and asked again.
"Of course." Bruce's tone remained calm, his eyes serious, "Robin's choices are never random."
"Thank you," Tim said softly, then stood up and left.
I looked at his back and couldn't help but smile, "It seems that the little ghost is still a little bit untrustworthy."
"Everyone does this at first." Bruce closed the file and turned to look at me. "Even you."
Haha, I can't let my brothers and sisters know this. It was much harder for me to shake Bruce than it was for them. They should all be thanking me for lowering the difficulty!
"Don't mention me," I waved my hand. "But then again, do you think he would make a good Robin?"
Bruce didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the screen, which showed the records of Tim's recent patrols.
"He already is," Bruce said calmly.
"This is all thanks to me." I flipped my hair. "Oh my god, after all, I was the one who brought Robin up, so why did he become your assistant in the end?"
I stared at Bruce with suspicion.
He calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip.
...Your eyes drifted! I saw it! Bruce, give me back Robin!
316.
During a patrol a few days later, Tim solved a crime in his first monologue.
Although we are not all with him, our attention is on him.
Tim encountered a group of thieves robbing a jewelry store. He didn't rush in, but instead observed through binoculars for a moment, then quietly went around to the back of the store and used a smoke bomb to create confusion. By the time the thieves realized what was happening, he had already taken them down one by one.
"Well done, little Robin." I jumped down from the distant roof and gave him a thumbs-up. "Clean and neat movements, and a very thorough plan."
"Thank you." Tim panted, a smug smile on his face, "However, there are still many areas that need improvement."
"It's good to be humble, but don't overdo it." I patted his shoulder. "Remember to write a report when you go home tonight, analyzing this operation and summarizing the experience."
"I understand!" Tim nodded vigorously. He looked very happy and deliberately suppressed the curve of his mouth to form a smile.
Ah, my brother is so cute!
He is now like a puppy who wants to take credit but is too embarrassed to do so, and can only pretend to accidentally reveal his achievements in front of me!
Pat on the head!
317.
After returning to the Batcave, we reported on the patrol to Bruce.
"Tim did very well," I said with a smile. "Although there is still a lot of room for improvement, for a beginner, this is already quite good."
"Indeed." Bruce nodded, "But this is just the beginning. There will be more difficulties waiting for him in the future."
"It's not as good as Sister Leona said." Tim stood aside and coughed, covering his mouth. "I just did what I should do."
The corners of my mouth are cracked all the way behind my ears, Tibao.
"Okay. But I still want to praise you, Tim, you did a great job." Bruce smiled slightly, "And, keep up the good work, Robin."
Ah, Tim was bubbling with joy like a hot pot, and white steam was boiling. I felt that after hearing Bruce's praise, he might want to stay up for three days and fight criminals.
Batman, so scary.
318.
As it turned out, my hunch was correct.
From that day on, Tim's drive was like he'd taken Bruce's secret recipe. He'd always prepare his equipment an hour before patrol, and his mission analysis documents would accurately record the duration of traffic lights at every intersection, even noting down any potential pitfalls for criminals.
He also updated the criminal surveillance system we had written about, frantically creating a complete profile of new criminals overnight and simulating their psychology and plans.
What's even more terrifying is that he remembered all of this.
"Is he planning on predicting all the criminals in advance?" Dick said, looking at the action map Tim had prepared. "This guy is like a mobile criminal navigator."
"Gotham might not need Batman anymore, it just needs Tim," Jason sneered. "He doesn't need to fight criminals; he can win by outlasting them."
By the way, Jason strolled back to Gotham a few days ago, and although he insisted that Bizarro was homesick, we all knew the truth. To prevent him from getting angry and leaving as soon as he returned, we tacitly covered his mouth.
"You sound like you're very diligent." I raised my eyebrows. "Did someone take a picture of someone eating a hot dog under a streetlight while on patrol the other day and post it online?"
"You!" Jason exploded. "That's a trap. I'm luring the snake out of its hole!"
"All right, Jason Hot Dog Hunter." Barbara picked at her nails.
Tim wasn't participating in our conversation; he was concentrating on revising his patrol report. His concentration was incredible, but given the dark circles under his eyes, I had to remind him, "Tim, if you don't get enough sleep, you might go bald sooner."
Tim's head shot up, a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Uh...don't worry, Bruce isn't completely bald," Dick reassured him. "As long as you drink coffee like water like Bruce does, you can still keep your hair."
"...Thanks for your concern," Tim said delicately.
Can coffee really cure baldness? Of course not. This is obviously Dick being sarcastic to Bruce.
319.
Tim's efforts make me feel that Robin's tradition may be redefined.
"Dick is the best juggler Robin, Jason is the best hammerer Robin, and Tim... is probably the best at staying up late." When I discussed this topic with Bruce, he pondered for a moment and then nodded slightly.
"Tim is definitely different," Bruce said politely. "His approach is more about solving problems through intelligence and planning."
"Isn't that you?" I rolled my eyes. "We all know that you're best at outmaneuvering your enemies."
"He's not exactly like me," Bruce said calmly. "He's more empathetic."
Oh, okay. Just for the sake of it, I hope Tim doesn't become the next, more taciturn Batman because he's too much like Bruce.
320.
During an operation a few days later, Tim encountered a sticky situation.
He discovered several armed criminals in a warehouse in South Gotham, seemingly planning a large-scale crime. Instead of acting rashly, he took a few minutes to analyze the surroundings and reported the situation to us via the communicator.
"They're well-equipped and look like mercenaries," Tim whispered. "I plan to use the sonic jammer to create confusion first, then outflank them from behind."
"I'll be there in five minutes," Bruce said.
"Dick and I will go to the north side to provide support," I added.
"Understood," Tim replied, then cut off the communication.
Five minutes later, when we arrived, we found that the criminals had been subdued.
Tim crouched nearby, checking their equipment, seemingly unaffected by shock or nervousness.
"Well done." Bruce walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "You handled it very calmly."
"Thank you." Tim stood up with a smile on his face.
"Give him a few more years, and he might become a better superhero than you." I winked at Bruce.
Bruce didn't answer, but his eyes spoke volumes.
He was saying: Tim is still far away.
Tim didn't notice this; he was busy sorting his tool kit.
Or maybe he knows, but he still feels like it's just what he "should do."
Maybe he was afraid that we would show disappointment, or that someone would say he was not as good as the previous Robins, that he was too tense, even though he was doing well enough.
321.
After Tim finished cleaning up, he stood there with a shy look on his face, like a soldier waiting for inspection.
He had just dealt with a group of heavily armed mercenaries, but the next second he looked like, "Please point out my mistake, sir."
Bruce patted his shoulder and said, "Not bad."
I raised an eyebrow. "Not bad? When you weren't here, he single-handedly took care of these people. He was just short of getting them to write a confession."
Tim pursed his lips slightly at that, but the curled corners of his mouth betrayed him. He definitely wanted to laugh, but he was forcing himself not to look too pleased with himself.
"Don't hold it in, you performed very well, be proud for a while." I waved my hand, "We don't praise people lightly."
"Thank you, Sister Leona." Tim finally raised his head, his eyes sparkling. "But I still have a lot to learn."
"Well said," Bruce replied indifferently, "Humility is a good habit for progress."
I stared at Bruce. "Stop spouting such positive words. If you praise him again, Tim might have to write a paper tonight on 'How to Be the Best Robin for Batman.'"
Tim failed to suppress his laughter and whispered, "Actually, I've already written it."
...Well, he's gone down this road and there's no turning back.
322.
Back at the Batcave, Alfred prepared some hot drinks for us. Tim sipped his hot cocoa while flipping through the recorder he had just brought back from the scene.
"Are you still reviewing this?" I leaned back in my chair, staring at his rapidly moving fingers. "Relax, Tim, you've got the criminal down."
"This is just the first step." Tim said without looking up. "I want to see if they have other accomplices or other hiding places."
"Bruce, look, isn't this a younger version of you?" I nodded at Bruce, who was flipping through documents on the sofa. "It's just that Tim might work harder than you."
"He knows what he should do." Bruce put down the documents in his hand and said calmly.
"Yeah, he even knows to give up on things like sleeping." I yawned. "I'm really worried that he'll fall asleep on the road one day."
"No," Tim replied without turning around. "Coffee is a good thing."
"This kid is doomed." I spread my hands. "He's cut from the same cloth as Batman. He's even addicted to coffee."
This time, Tim finally raised his head and smiled at me. It was impossible to be angry with him when he smiled. He looked like a slightly embarrassed puppy, his moist blue eyes staring at people obediently, making it hard not to feel soft-hearted.
I looked at him and realized that I had raised another younger brother.
Batman should pay me for the training. After all, every Robin I trained was so outstanding.
"Okay, little genius." I stood up and waved at him. "I won't disturb you from doing your work. I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up until dawn."
"No," Tim agreed quickly.
The next morning, when I passed by the Batcave, I saw him asleep on the keyboard.
"Alfred, we should put away all the coffee machines in the Batcave. How can we let Tim become addicted to coffee at such a young age?" I sighed helplessly.
"You're right, Miss Leona. I think if Master Bruce sets an example and takes the lead in quitting coffee, it might be more effective for Master Tim." Alfred shook his head and covered Tim with a blanket. "Young people always have no self-control."
"Maybe I can secretly put a sedative in his coffee in the future so that he can get some sleep." I whispered and couldn't help laughing.
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