Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

That night, Richard was driven to Wayne Manor by Bruce himself.

I gave Richard my phone number and told him he could call me anytime he needed and that I wouldn't be turned off.

Bruce stood on the edge the whole time and watched me pry his corner.

"Looks like I'm suddenly the most unpopular person," he grumbled mockingly.

I gesticulated and blew him a kiss, "If you would like to let Richard live in my house, I would definitely welcome you to come to my house for supper."

We both awkwardly tried to liven things up, and Richard walked past Bruce, opened the door and sat in the back seat.His defiance made Bruce and I look at each other with concern.

I straightened Bruce's collar and took the opportunity to whisper, "He's a good boy, give him some time."

Bruce pretended to be relaxed, "I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about you sneaking into the manor in the middle of the night and taking him away with a sack."

"You're wrong." I looked around. Richard was sitting in the back of the car and didn't look this way.

I stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, "If you want to do it, you have to do it with a lot of money. Of course I stole it with the owner of the manor in a sack."

"It's terrible," he flinched weakly, "Please prepare a bigger sack for me, I'm afraid that one foot will be exposed outside."

Maybe the two of us are so tired that even Pepper can't stand it.

"do you know?"

After knowing what happened these days, Pepper said to me in that predictable tone while approving the documents, "I don't see any tendency for you and him to be careless."

I widened my eyes, "Don't slander the good guy, I only want his face, I don't want to understand his deep and gloomy heart at all!"

My good best friend was merciless on the other end of the connection, "Apart from the first day you met, did you pass the kidney on any other day?"

She sounded like she'd put up with our messing around for ages, "You guys were just dating, eating, talking, getting to know each other. Oh yeah, you didn't even hold hands."

She closed the file folder and threw the corrected documents onto a pile like a hill, "Tony will cry for your innocence."

"Then let him cry. If you really cry, remember to take a picture for me." I rolled my eyes.

While talking, I was using my tablet to look through Gotham Charity's children's foster home return visit plan with only one beginning.

This is a bunch of messy and incomprehensible things. Putting a handful of rice on the tablet and letting chickens peck at random is better than the garbage they wrote!

I angrily emptied the entire file and started from scratch.

Pepper spread out a new document and looked at me with the complicated eyes of a girl who has lost her footing.

She shook her head, "When you graduated from college, you told me that you would never open any office software in your life."

"This is only temporary, temporary." I repeatedly emphasized, "Don't confuse me with you, I will never work for my boyfriend!"

Pepper was noncommittal, and I swore, "I will withdraw this shit project after I finish it, and I will never suffer from work again."

"Why did you suddenly think of doing this project?"

Pepper can more or less estimate the general situation of the Charity Federation, "Don't expect me to believe that someone in that money laundering organization has a conscience and intends to do something practical."

"Of course not." I confirmed her guess.

I put down the tablet, found a lollipop in the snack cabinet at hand, took it apart and popped it into my mouth.Cantaloupe-flavored lollipops are delicious. I'll bring some to Little Richard next time.

Pepper knew me quite well. She thought about recent events and asked, "It's because of the Grayson kid."

I bit the lollipop and nodded.

It wasn't until that day that I learned that foster homes are not considered a good form of adoption in Gotham.Child welfare agencies do not have enough time and energy to conduct follow-up surveys on foster families, resulting in the emergence of a large number of flock families that adopt orphans to earn welfare in Gotham.

Therefore, for many homeless children on the street, it is better to wander on the street than to be sent to a flock of sheep to learn all kinds of things. If they are lucky, they can get along with some third-rate gangsters.

I checked around and found out that the Charity Federation originally had a return visit plan for adoptive families.Gotham Charity Federation has been dismissed by me, and a group of new employees have been recruited.Now is the time for them to step forth and give to the General Assembly.

"It won't be long before I can go back to lying down," I told Pepper. "After this job, I'll never have to work again!"

Pepper nodded perfunctorily, "Yeah, let me know when you become the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and I'll open a bottle of red wine to celebrate."

How could she think of me like that!

I hung up the phone depressed.

I firmly believe that there is an essential difference between me and a social animal like Pepper. At least my boyfriend is not a tech geek who decides the direction of the company's development and then hides in the laboratory to forge iron.

I am not the only one working overtime these days, Bruce is also busy from morning to night.

It was his first time raising a child, and he was in a hurry, and he had to investigate Grayson's death every night in a bat suit.

As he said, John and Mary were murdered.The murderer applied strong acid to the swinging rope used by the Grayson family before the performance, which was obviously a deliberate revenge. As long as people who had conflicts with their family entered the venue before the performance, the approximate scope of the murderer could be delineated.

Anything I can think of, Bruce can certainly think of.He found out the truth of the matter earlier than I thought.

That day we stopped a man beating an old man at the gate, Tony Zucco, who killed the Graysons.

The old man we rescued was the head of Harry's circus. He refused to pay Zuko the protection fee, but he didn't expect Zuko to sneak into the backstage of the circus in order to avenge them, drawing an eternal end to the happy life of the Grayson family. .

Hearing this, Bruce and I didn't speak on either end of the phone.

I suppressed the depression in my heart, "When will the police plan to arrest that scumbag?"

Bruce didn't answer.

I had a premonition, and he sighed, "We, the police have no evidence. There is no direct evidence to prove that Zuko did all this, and he can definitely bite back and say that Captain Harry retaliated against him for collecting protection money and dragged him into the water." .”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I don't understand why the pursuit of justice is so difficult in Gotham.Maybe that's what it means for Bruce to stand up, because the city lacks a breaker.

"I'm going to tell Richard the truth," Bruce said. "He needs an answer."

"I understand what you're thinking," I hesitated, "but it's too early. We don't have a way to bring Zuko to justice."

"...I know," his voice dropped, "I just want to give him something he can grasp."

Bruce smiled wryly, "I'm still figuring out how to get along with him."

We were all too young for Richard's age, closer to an older sibling than a parent.

I save the document I just finished and lean back in my office chair.

"If you feel that you can't hold on anymore, tell me at any time." I deliberately lowered my voice and said solemnly, "I will order the largest sack for you right away."

"Oh, thank you for your thoughtfulness." Bruce choked his throat, "I'm instantly motivated."

We are like two idiots, laughing on the phone.

I dialed the snack cabinet full of snacks, "Waiting for a few days, mind if I come to visit and bring you some lollipops."

"You're very welcome," Bruce said, "as long as you don't bring a sack."

I made an appointment with Bruce to visit in three days. For this reason, I called the executives of the Charity Federation and chatted with joy. I looked at them like a grandma looking at a mentally handicapped grandson.

On the day I agreed to visit, I set off for the city early, planning to buy something for Richard.

As a well-known older child in Gotham, Bruce only gives cars and jewelry to coax his girlfriend. I think he is probably not very good at coaxing children.

I take this opportunity to brush up Richard's favorability, maybe he will give up the Wayne mansion and switch to the embrace of the small villa.

I chose some snacks that children like to eat, bought some adventure novels that seven or eight-year-old children like to read, and I also chose things like skateboards and pulleys, and asked the merchants to send them directly to Wayne Manor.

My appointment with Bruce was in the evening, which happened to be a dinner at Wayne Manor.

Winter is approaching, and Gotham gets dark very early. At six or seven in the afternoon, the neon lights on the streets are lit up one by one, decorating the city into countless dancing light strips.

I was standing on the side of the street with my big bags and I was about to take a taxi to Wayne Manor when Bruce called me.

"Are you in the city now?"

I could hear the tension in his voice, and my originally happy mood fell to the bottom in an instant, "Is something wrong?"

"I told Richard about Zuko," Bruce said, visibly anxious and frustrated. "He's missing. He's not in Wayne Manor."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately understood what Bruce meant, "Is Zuko's activity place in the city, right? Tell me where it is. I'll go find Richard nearby."

Bruce froze at this moment, "This is dangerous."

"Since you called me, it means you have made a decision." I told Bruce, "We know Zuko is a bullying bastard, as long as my second uncle is alive, he will not dare to do anything to me .”

I never thought that one day I would take advantage of my second uncle. When I was young, I hated his indifference, but now I find that sometimes it is a thing to be grateful for not to add insult to injury.

After hearing what I said, Bruce no longer struggled, "I'll send you the location, that's Zuko's current location. I'll be there in half an hour."

I didn't ask him why he had Zuko's position. Batman always has some tricks that can't be brought to light.

Richard is unaware of Bruce's double identity.In the absence of vigilante equipment, half an hour is an ideal situation to rush from Bristol County to the city.

I hailed a taxi and rushed to the address Bruce had sent me.

I guessed what Richard was trying to do.He wanted revenge and wanted Zuko to pay the price.

This is normal.The young man lost everything one day, he only wanted to retaliate with retaliation, blood for blood, but he didn't think about the price he had to pay and his lost future.

It is very simple to stab an enemy, but it is very difficult to use legal means to make the enemy pay the price.

Richard can't do hard things, he can only choose the easy way.

I understand his thoughts, but it doesn't mean that I agree that he wants to sacrifice his life from now on to a scumbag.

The location on the phone kept moving, and I squeezed the phone tightly. As soon as the taxi arrived, I ran out of the car without even picking up the things I bought.

Zuko was just a street away from me, and across the street, swaggering around.

I looked around and found a boy wearing a peaked cap among the sparse pedestrians.

The peaked cap covered most of his face, and after my eyes caught him, he immediately turned his footsteps away without hesitation, and burrowed into the alley at the corner of the street.

I immediately stepped on the boots that were not very convenient for movement and caught up.