Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Things like boots are just fancy but not useful.

In addition, I am not good at sports. In terms of escape ability alone, Little Richard can give me one hand and one foot.

I chased into the alley and lost my way as soon as I entered.

The alleys extend in all directions, and the narrow walls extend back to countless intersections. They are hidden behind utility poles covered with small advertisements, beside rusty and dilapidated fire escapes, and under balconies covered with moss and cobwebs.

I only saw a piece of clothing disappearing behind a certain corner in a quick glance, but when I hurried to catch up, I could only see half of Richard leaving.

"Richard!" I yelled as I ran, unable to think of any words that would immediately persuade the disaffected youth.

I racked my brains and tried to talk to him, "I bought you some adventure novels, do you read Harry Potter? Hermione or Harry?"

No one answered, and I seemed like a big fool who was running out of breath and shouting.

"Do you like skateboarding? I see that it is popular among many children. I bought you a blue printed one. Do you want to see it?"

No one answered me. In the empty alley, apart from my talking to myself, there was only the sound of the heels of my boots knocking on the ground, stepping on garbage bags and sewage puddles.

Richard has been touring various cities with the circus since he was a child, and he is not very familiar with the streets and alleys of Gotham.After chasing and escaping, he got into a dead end.

I finally caught him, leaning against the wall for breath.

The little boy leaned his back against the wall and raised his head, a tight lip was exposed under the peaked cap.When I took a step forward, he stepped back cautiously.

So I stopped where I was and tried to appease him, "I bought you a gift and sent it to the manor. Do you want to go back with me and have a look?"

He gave me a rather complicated look, "Stop following me." At least he didn't say harsh words to me, "I have something to do."

I don't know Richard, but I do know that circus stars aren't originally cynical kids.

He was supposed to be happy in his RV bed, watching some late-night family bubble dramas with his mom, and listening to his dad complain about another Gotham baseball loss to the Mets.

Instead of walking on the road of revenge with some dangerous things like now.

I took a deep breath and held out my hand to Richard, "Go back, we are all waiting for you."

I promised him, "We'll find a way to deal with Zuko, it's your lord's concern, and I promise he won't have a long time to live."

I coaxed, "Don't you want to see him go to prison? His prison photo will be printed on the headlines of the newspaper, and everyone will see the shameful corners of his mouth. They will curse him, accuse him, and let him do this." I can't hold my head up for the rest of my life."

Richard's expression seemed a little melancholy. He seemed to be shaken, his tense muscles relaxed, and he changed from an alert little animal to a sad child who was only eight years old.

"You're a good man," he said.

He took off the peaked cap on his head, and suddenly threw it at me. I subconsciously reached out to block it, and when I looked up again, he was nimbly grabbing the top of the wall, and his sneakers were kicking on the wall.

"Wait, Richard!"

Richard straddled the wall, glanced back at me, and jumped to the other side of the wall without hesitation.

When I got to the wall, I could only look up at the [-]-meter-high wall stupidly.

Once again I lost track of Richard and kicked the wall resentfully.

pain.I won't kick it again next time.

I gnawed on the cover of my thumb, looked at Zuko's location on the phone, and got an idea.

Richard's goal is Zuko, no matter where he escapes, he will definitely appear by Zuko's side in the end.

That being the case, as long as I guard Zuko, I can catch him.

Thinking of this, I turned around and left, following the location and turning around in the alley.

Every extra minute increases the chance that something unexpected will happen.The rain fell drop by drop from the clouds, and soon there was a tendency to expand.

I chased after the location in the rain, just in time to see Richard closely following the ignorant Zuko, speeding up to catch up on the deserted street.

My heart tightened, and I almost yelled out.

The light rain drifted down densely, and Zuko looked up at the sky and cursed, before he turned his feet and was about to walk into the nearby shop.

At this moment, Richard pulled out the knife hidden in his clothes and stepped forward quickly.

At that moment, I even forgot to breathe, and my eyes widened unconsciously, trying to keep the scene in front of me firmly in my heart.

In just a few seconds, I ran through my mind with the names of all the good lawyers I knew and how I could best get Richard out of the crime.

Nearly [-] meters away from me, Richard drew out his knife and was about to stab Zuko hard in the back when he grabbed him with one hand.

Zuko twisted his wrist, relying on the difference in strength between an adult and a child to firmly control him, and slapped the knife in his hand away.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Richard's face, showing a clear look, "Ah, it's you, the last Grayson."

"Shut up," Little Richard struggled under him, "you have no right to mention that name!"

Zuko sneered contemptuously, and was about to say something.I rushed to them and grabbed his wrist, "I suggest you let go of my adopted son, Mr. Zuko."

Disgusted eyes swept over me, Zuko flicked his wrist, easily freed me from grabbing his hand.

"I heard that the rich man Bruce intends to adopt this little bastard. When will it be your turn to be his adoptive mother?"

Little Richard blushed, and I took the opportunity to pull him over, and stood firmly behind me, showing Zuko a utterly obnoxious haughty look, "We're in love, so I'm right to say that."

I raised one corner of my mouth, meaning to say, "Besides, Wayne and Kelan, you seem to be unaffected by any of them."

The bastard leader's expression turned cold, he took a step forward and raised me by half a head, the heavy shadow he cast made me feel faint.

Wait until I put on my box-bottom five-inch heels next time and see who's the little one, the brute thing.

"What kind of Klan are you?" He sneered, "You're just a trash who depends on the family. It's the greatest luck for you and the little bastard to be close to Wayne."

"Ah," he raised his head exaggeratedly, "so he still needs to thank me, otherwise how would he have the opportunity to step into the upper class?"

Richard writhed furiously beside me, trying to pop out and punch Zuko.I held him down and stood in front of him without giving an inch.

It doesn't hurt or hurt just to take advantage of lip service, the more Zuko sarcasm, the more he proves that he dare not do anything to us.

It was raining harder and harder, dripping into my eyes so that I could barely keep them open.

Zuko blocked our way, and I tried to find a breakthrough, leading Richard away from him quickly.

His hand suddenly grabbed my chin and turned my face back, "Look carefully, your face looks pretty good. When Wayne gets tired of playing, do you want to consider me?"

As it turns out, trash is often overconfident.Even if I went to dig hot springs in the deserts of the Middle East, I didn’t want to look at his shoehorn face every day.

I rubbed my hands together, and was about to slap him, to let him see the arrogance of the young lady.

A clenched fist made intimate contact with Zuko's shoehorn face before I did.

The other hand held Richard and me in his arms, in a completely protective gesture.

Bruce wiped his hands with a handkerchief calmly, and threw the discarded handkerchief at Zuko in disgust.

"You seem to be thinking about my girlfriend and adopted son." He frowned in disgust. "So Wayne's reputation is so bad in Gotham now?"

Zuko got up from the ground with resentment on his face, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You are very courageous, rich man."

"You better not fall into my hands." He threatened coldly.

Bruce turned us away indifferently, ignoring his provocation.

"Pray that your life in prison will be easier." I heard him say in a low voice.

Although the old Wayne house is located in Bristol County on the outskirts of Gotham City, the Wayne family actually owns properties throughout the city.

We were half-drenched in the rain, and Bruce drove us to the nearest inner-city apartment to fix ourselves.

Richard didn't say a word, and neither did Bruce.

I was sandwiched between the two mutes, looked around, and sneezed when I was about to make a sound to ease the atmosphere.

"There are my clothes under the back seat, you take them and put them on first." Dumb No. [-] spoke.

At this opening, he paused, and finished in one breath, "Batman has found evidence that can convict Zuko, and the glass bottle with his fingerprints and strong acid residue has been handed over to the Gotham Police Department. certificate."

"Richard." He glanced at me and little Richard in the rearview mirror.

"It's not about you, it's another Richard from Harry's Circus, your parents' old acquaintance, the man with the golden eyes. He witnessed the process of Zuko threatening Mr. Harry for protection money, and he also saw Zuko Sneaking into the background."

I felt Richard trembling beside me, and I draped Bruce's baggy clothes over him, covering the child who had lost everything overnight.

Bruce said slowly, "Zuko will be out for a few days, and he will be arrested and jailed soon."

He sighed, "Richard, your parents never bowed to evil in their lives, and they maintained noble personalities until the end of their lives. I think they definitely don't want you to be like Zuko."

The kid next to me tucked into the oversized blazer, shrinking herself into a little ball.The little ball trembled, and a suppressed sob gradually came out from within.

The car was parked under Bruce's apartment, and we sat quietly in the car without anyone bothering him.

From now on, he will always have a new and bright future.

There are two bathrooms in the apartment. Richard and I went to take a hot shower first. Bruce, who was not very wet, asked the supermarket to send us a change of clothes and towels.

After I hurriedly finished washing, he was sitting on the sofa studying the model of the hair dryer.

Seeing me coming out, he patted the footstool in front of him, "Do you need me to dry your hair?"

I'm not polite, I sat down in front of him, and sent the wet gold to him, "Please."

He laughed twice, picked up the wet hair on my shoulders with his big and generous hands, and dried it patiently with warm air.

It was obviously a gentleman's action, but I felt uncomfortable for a while, and I was a little restless in the warm wind.

The sound of the blow dryer drowned out the rest of the noise as he gently parted my knotted blond hair with its incessant hum.

He seemed to think it was a very fun job, and his fingers combed every hair carefully.

He should have said nothing.I may have misheard.

Otherwise, how could I have heard him leave a faint, indistinct sigh next to my ear.