Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

This is my first time watching a circus.

There are no boxes in the circus, and the best location is the front row of the auditorium facing the performance venue.All tickets are treated equally in terms of seating arrangements, and good seats are all up to you to grab.

Bruce paid double the price and switched seats with a young couple who sat in the best seats.He's a damn rich man.

We sat in the best viewing position and watched the members of the circus perform on stage one by one.

A clown juggling balls on a unicycle.The elephant slowly circles the field with the piper on its back.Shaking its hair, the lion jumped out of the blazing fire circle, bringing sparks with it.The silver flying knife passed through the swaying steel ring, and hit the apple on the top of the woman's head, and juice overflowed from the bright red peel.

Every thrilling action will cause a burst of exclamation in the audience.I grab Bruce by the sleeve, my heart beating wildly with their toss and catch rotation, and one sleeve of Bruce's expensive suit is ruffled by me.

He looked down at me, calmly pulled out the sleeves from my hand, pulled them flat and stuffed them back.

The flying knife wiped the woman's face and pinned the dangling silver earrings in her ears.I shuddered and nearly ripped Bruce's cufflinks off.

The heartbeat became louder and louder, almost covering all the noisy voices on the field.For a moment, I thought my brain was beating at the same frequency as my heart, and the edge of my vision shrank and shrank, as if my whole body had become an ice cube soaked in hot water, melting quickly in the scalding heat.

Bruce grabbed my wrist, "What's wrong with you, is there something wrong?"

I pressed my head and calmed down for a while, "It's okay, maybe I'm a little too nervous."

I took a deep breath and looked at the stage. The "Flying Grayson" trapeze show is a circus show.This performance was particularly important because it was the first time that eight-year-old trapeze artist Richard Grayson performed without the protective net.

The colorful spotlights switch on and off along with the music, quickly passing over the faces of every audience member, illuminating the dim canopy and stopping on the highest performance stage.A post lamp was knocked down to illuminate the grab pole and swing rope ahead.

The stage is so high and far from the ground that the three actors in costumes are just three dots of the same color to me.My field of vision gradually blurred from the border, leaving only those three dots.

"I...I think..." I tried to open my eyes wide, trying to see the three people on the stage clearly.

Amid thunderous applause and cheers, the music stopped suddenly, and the cheerful theme song started from the beginning.The two taller actors do an easy takeoff, jumping up and grabbing the grab bar.

The bright smiles on their faces magnified infinitely in my eyes, as if they were going to be deeply reflected in my retina.I heard my own voice, so softly, it was deafening to me.

"...Bruce, I think something bad is going to happen."

The swinging rope tore in mid-air, broke in two, and was caught in the hands of men and women who fell from the sky, becoming a straw that could not bear the weight of life.

Everything that follows is like a long slow motion in a movie.

I could see the boy on the stage yelling something, I could see the two Graysons waving their grasping hands in the air in vain, I could see the audience covering their mouths in horror, I could see Bruce knocking over the popcorn box, and every single grain Popcorn tumbling in the air.

Even the music of the circus is infinitely elongated, and everything is like a frozen lake in winter, as if this can stop time and save the tragedy that is about to happen.

Then, everything settles lightly.

The two lives, like two tomatoes smashed to the ground, turned the performance field that once brought laughter into a mess.The red dipped into my eyes little by little, and firmly nailed the concept of death in my mind.

I finally remembered about it.In this city, every week, every day, every hour, people are dying.

Now, it just happened right in front of my eyes, lifted the precarious fig leaf, and showed me the cruelty of the world indifferently.

The last remaining boy, Grayson, escaped from the ledge.He knelt beside his parents, trying to wake them up.

The raging voices turned into waves and engulfed him.Such a small body bears so much sorrow.Tears overflowed from his body, connecting with the bloodstains spreading under his parents.

I unconsciously held my breath, as if waiting for a few seconds, the men and women on the stage would sit up, touch the children's heads, and tell us that what we were seeing was just a non-funny performance planned by the circus.

Bruce stood up under the circumstances.He clenched his teeth tightly, his veins bulging ferociously.

Grief engulfed him, and it was not only Richard's relatives who died on stage, but his relatives, Thomas and Martha.

Everyone gave way to the pain on his shoulders, like Moses parting the sea, he walked from the crowd to the boy, knelt down and let the boy hide in his arms.

In a daze, the black armor returned to him, and the long and heavy cape turned into a huge bat, hiding the two terrified boys.

The circus ended hastily, and the Gotham police took over order on the field.

Bruce never left the boy named Richard halfway through.I asked Gordon to make it easy for me, and asked a policeman to bring me two cups of hot milk.

I went to find them with milk and passed the middle of the arena.Police officers from the forensic department came in and out, busy with various equipment in their hands.

I stopped to look for a while, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the man with golden eyes was hiding under a nearby tree, looking at the field with desperate eyes, as if he had just lost something extremely important in his life.

He's not a circus performer, I didn't spot him in the show.

I made eye contact with him again, those golden eyes avoiding me.The man leaned on the tree, turned and left.

I didn't pursue it too much, and walked into a small tent nearby with the milk.Richard is taking notes, accompanied by Bruce.

The boy sat on a chair with a blanket over his shoulders, shivering.

I hand him and Bruce the milk and take my place a little later.

The inquiring policeman put away his notebook, "Thank you for your cooperation," he said in a sympathetic voice, for fear of disturbing the numb boy, "We will notify you in time if there is any result in the follow-up investigation."

The boy didn't say a word, Bruce put his arms around his shoulders, nodded to the police officer with a tense expression, "Thank you."

The police officer seemed unable to bear to speak, and glanced at Richard.Bruce also realized something, and pursed his lips.

"Mr. John and Ms. Mary don't seem to have any relatives alive. The Harry Circus is going on a tour, and they don't have the ability to guard Little Richard."

He carefully observed the boy's expression, "He may be sent to a welfare institution to find a suitable adoptive family."

"He won't." Two voices sounded at the same time.

Bruce and I glanced at each other and said in unison, "If he wants, I can adopt him."

The scene fell into an embarrassing situation for a while, and Bruce and I looked at each other.The police officer was holding the notebook and was speechless for a while.Even Richard, who had been looking down at the table, looked up at us.

I made up my mind and opened my mouth to lay out my chips one by one.

"I don't need him to change his surname, and I don't force him to accept me immediately. But I promise that I will provide enough resources, money and love to take care of him until he grows up."

Bruce nodded, "Me too."

The policeman's eyes became more and more empty, his head turned back and forth between me and Bruce, "You..."

No one backed down.

Bruce sighed, pinched the center of his brows, and said to the police officer, "Please wait a moment."

He said to me sincerely, "Lucy, let's go out and talk."

I also want to talk to him.

We left the small tent where Richard was taking notes, and took shelter at the edge of a deserted field.This is the first time our hypocritical couple has been open and honest.

"Lucy," Bruce chose his words carefully, "it's not that I'm displeased with your kindness. It's just that you may be a little impulsive. It's not easy for an unmarried woman in her twenties to adopt a boy of eight or nine." things."

I was really impulsive, and it is a heavy and troublesome thing to take on a boy's life.What's more, I have never had experience in raising children, even in a previous life, and I left that world long before the appropriate age.

Maybe it was just the pain at that moment that hit me and made me act irrationally, but after careful consideration, I still didn't intend to change my mind.

"You don't think I'm suitable for him," Bruce said.

At this time, he was not like the eloquent Baby Bruce, who could lazily lie on the office chair at the head of the shareholder meeting and choke with the shareholders.

He looked tense, as if facing a holy war, "I thought you understood me."

"It's because I know you that I disagree." I said frankly.

Disapproval and trivial grievances appeared on his face.

I said bluntly, "I trust you will give him the best you can, and you will love him as your child."

"But you tell me, after adopting Dick, would you give up the extreme activities that hurt you every month? Would you like to play it safe and stay at home and be an ordinary father?"

He remained silent.

We know very well that the extreme activities he does are not skydiving, skiing, or bungee jumping, which he uses to perfuse shareholders and the media.

But the more dangerous and stealthy ones.Bruce Wayne is a man who actively puts his neck in the noose before the gallows.

Both he and I understood that he could not easily give up this dangerous job.And Richard, can this kid really bear the trauma of losing a loved one a second time?

After a long time, Bruce said, "I can't promise you that."

His voice was deep, and he gradually moved closer to the night bat, "But I know his feelings better than anyone present."

"Hatred, loathing, grief, powerlessness, all the goodness of the past will become a knife in your heart. These wounds cannot be healed by time."

He looked back at the lonely small tent, and whispered a guess.

"The circus will check all the performance equipment before the performance. The trapeze is a signature show. In the absence of a protective net, the performance props have been checked countless times."

"I saw the crack in the swinging rope. If there is no accident, the breaking of the swinging rope was not due to natural wear and tear, but was coated with strong acid."

His gloomy gaze turned to me, and he suddenly revealed the greatest possibility to me, "John and Mary were most likely murdered."

This time it was my turn to fall into a long silence.

I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of the inscrutability, Gotham is a city that takes murder for granted.

I realized that, alone, I couldn't really read Bruce and Richard's pain when their parents died unexpectedly.Only they can forgive the anger that burns in each other's hearts.

But I still have reservations about whether Bruce can serve as a qualified guardian.

"I'm not against you, and I'm not for you," I told Bruce. "We can't actually make a decision. It depends on who Richard chooses."

Bruce agreed with me, and we went back to the little tent and explained the situation to Richard and the police.

From the beginning to the end, Richard didn't have any expression on his face. He lost his ability to perceive the outside world, trapped himself in the world for a second, and fell from high altitudes with his parents again and again.

He raised his eyes amidst the police's chatter, and caught my expression and Bruce's expression in his eyes.

"Do I have to pick one?" he asked the officer.

The policeman kindly comforted, "Not necessarily, but this is a better result. At least you won't end up in a child welfare institution, where life is not guaranteed."

He thought for a while, and suggested to Richard, "The adoption procedures have not been completed so quickly. You can temporarily live in someone's home first, so that the child welfare agency will not take you away. As for who to choose, there will be a little more Time to think about it."

Bruce agreed with the police officer that he didn't treat Richard as a child, but talked to him as a man equal to himself.

"Whether you choose me, Lucy, or others, we respect your opinion. You don't need to reject our help, you have the right to choose."

Richard's eyes trembled, he looked at Bruce, and began to look at the man seriously.

"I know you," he paused, "You're Wayne."

It's one of the few times that the last name Wayne doesn't represent power and wealth, the top of Gotham's pyramid.

It represents pain, a young boy losing his parents, a murder.

We all understand his choice and of course he will make it.

The calloused little hand pointed straight at Bruce.