Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Nobody in Gotham doesn't know the name.People in the know will mention a more ancient name when talking about him, Harvey Dent.

The District Attorney of Gotham, the upright "Knight of Light", a member of the Iron Triangle of Gotham.

These pronouns must be marked with the word "once".

Now he only has one name, double-faced, paranoid and crazy schizophrenic, and a horrible criminal that everyone avoids.

Fear crawled from the heart into the chest belatedly.I tried my best to purse my trembling lips and pretended to be calm, "I assume you didn't come here for money, don't tell me it's for beauty, I will be proud."

The coin was tossed up and down in the hands of the double-faced man, and it was hidden in the palm of his hand, without knowing the pros and cons.

"You're smart." He moved closer to me.

I almost trembled, my hand cuffed to the armrest unconsciously shrunk into a circle, and my nails dug into my palm.

I didn't want to show my timidity, so I tried my best to sit up straight, so as not to shrink myself into a poor little shrimp who was slaughtered.

The double-faced man stopped three steps away from me.He leaned over to look at me, half of his face was ferocious like a ghost, and half of his face was handsome like a god. These two completely different faces had the same pair of eyes.

Those eyes stared at me as if they could see through everything.

"You know his secret, and you guessed why we came here."

His hand reached out to me and grabbed the snowflake necklace around my neck.

"He is the only person around you who is related to danger. Of course you understand who put you in the current crisis."

Sweat soaked the back of my clothes, and the fabric was wet against my skin.

I pretended to be stupid, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

With a little force, he ruthlessly tore off the silver chain, and slowly crushed the snowflakes that fell on the ground with the heel of his leather shoes.The crunch of metal breaking made my scalp tingle.

The double-faced man looked at me and grinned, the muscles on his face squirmed like worms, "Now you have no hope."

A coldness rose from the bottom of my heart.After Pepper told me that Tony added location detection to her watch, I had a vague idea why Bruce asked me to take the necklace with me.

But as Batman's former comrade-in-arms, the double-faced man also knows the old friend's tricks all too well.

Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be stupid, I desperately searched for information about the double-faced man in my mind to fight for a chance of life for myself.

My eyes were fixed on the coin he had put in his suit pocket.

"Don't you think that everything about people is determined by fate? If so, why don't you take a look at my luck?"

"Do you want to try it?" The double-faced man spread his palms and handed the coin to me.

I squinted one eye to keep the blood from my forehead from seeping into it and crippling my vision.

"Do you want to play this game?" I looked up at him. "If I lose, I accept my fate. If I win, let me go."

"You want to bet your life with us." He showed me the coin he had twirled in his fingertip.

The 1922 Gotham City Commemorative Coin has one side as new and one side scratched.

"We're willing to be in the game."

He tossed the coin upwards lightly, and the silver circle kept spinning in mid-air. The front and back flashed past my eyes, and fell onto the back of the double-faced man's hand.He covered the coin before we could see the answer.

The sound of my heart beating was so loud that it caused a throbbing in the back of my head.

Under the close gaze of two pairs of eyes, the double-faced man slowly opened his hands.

negative side.Deep scratches scratched the coin's design.

He said sarcastically, "You lost."

I exhaled tremblingly, the strange smell of gasoline kept stimulating my nerves, and I held back the countless words I wanted to say in my heart.

I didn't put all my hopes on the gambling with the double-faced man. I was just stalling for time, hoping that Bruce would discover my crisis in time through the gadgets in the necklace.

The double-faced man didn't continue to show off his power in front of me. He walked to the door and glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall.

"Where's Ellie?" I asked.

"You mean that maid? She's somewhere else, and I tied a bomb to her."

He turned his back to me and sneered, "We know exactly what you're up to, because we were once the same, when an idiot pinned his hopes on a lunatic dressed as a bat."

I gasp for breath.He turned around and looked at me with a half-smile, the red muscles on the disfigured side of his face tore apart the corners of his mouth.

"I kidnapped the mayor's family. They are scattered in different corners of Gotham. Everyone has a bomb. The bat is running around in the streets and alleys."

The double-faced man pronounced my death sentence indifferently, "No one will remember you."

He closed the door of the fitting room, blocking my connection with the world.I heard footsteps receding from me, and it was just me, the gasoline, and the gorgeous dresses that filled the fitting room in the dark.

The mirror at the door reflected my mess in the dim light.

I closed my eyes and remembered looking up at the clock again before Two-Face left.

It's two fifteen in the morning.

I suddenly understood why he would play the coin toss game of fate with me. Like me, he was also stalling for time.

The mayor divorced in his early years, and there were only him and his daughter in the family. There were three people including Ai Liwei.Three human bombs are hidden in three corners of Gotham.

Only with me, there are exactly four people.

2x2, the two-faced man did not give up his paranoia on 2.He was waiting, and he had to wait until 22:[-] a.m. to bring this absurdity to an end.

In other words, I still have 7 minutes to escape from here.

I dragged the chair with difficulty, and I crawled to the closet bit by bit. I lowered my head and opened the drawer with my teeth, and took out a brooch.

Just these simple actions made me sweat all over, and my fingers could barely hold the brooch thrown to my lap.

I flicked off the brooch and poked the point of the needle into the keyhole, hoping to hear the shackles snap open.

But I don't know this kind of trick at all. The only knowledge I have is that I saw a similar plot in the script of the movie, and I searched it on the Internet out of curiosity.

The time passed by one minute and one second, and the tick-tick tick-tick of the second hand seemed to hit my eardrum.

In desperation I discovered that it was only half a minute to 22:[-].The person who can save me may be on the way, or he may still be running hopelessly back and forth in the city, saving the lives of others.

More likely he didn't know I was here or what happened to me.

I can't save myself, and no one can save me.

At 22:[-] in the morning, the mirror in the fitting room was detonated by a small bomb, and my reflection in the mirror was torn apart.

Sparks ignited the gasoline spilled on the ground, and the flames spread along the winding water marks, and the flames surrounded me in an instant.

Those exquisite and gorgeous dresses rise and curl in the flames, and every crystal diamond dotted between the fabrics is shining in the firelight.

The temperature, the smells, the red flames that dominate the view and the crackling of the burning wooden furniture.They forced me, and hit me again in the heart.

A small piece of fiery embroidery floats around my feet, turning to ashes.I recognized it as the first dress Bruce had given me when I was held hostage for the first time in Gotham.

The billowing smoke choked me to tears, and I heard a loud bang on the verge of losing consciousness.

A black, bat-like figure charged at me from the other side of the flames.The thick cloak was on me, and someone used this action to unshackle my hands and feet.

I grabbed the corner of the cloak and asked hastily, "Where is Ai Liwei?"

"She's saved," he explained briefly, wrapping me in his cloak.

My feet didn't land on the ground, and I realized that he was holding me to escape from the burning villa.

Metallic iron fumes replaced the smell of gasoline.Then there was Night Breeze.

I struggled to get my head out of the cloak, and saw my little villa turned into a sea of ​​flames under the dark night sky, and every flower in the yard reflected the color of the flames.

A hand hesitantly caressed my face, and the cold leather wiped away the tears.

"Don't cry." The voice said with restraint.

"Oh." I rubbed my face and took a deep breath, "Put me down."

I stood side by side with him as I watched my home in Gotham be reduced to ruins in the fire.

"What about the two-faced man?"

"Knocked out, locked in the Batmobile backup compartment." He paused, watching my expression carefully, "I'll send him to the police station later."

I gathered up my windbreaker.The night wind is too cold.

But I felt hot, as if I hadn't escaped and stayed in the villa, burning to bits and pieces like the dress Bruce had given me.

The person standing next to me had been looking at me, so I turned to look at him too.

His lips opened and closed, "I..."

"Is anyone here?" A voice suddenly interrupted what he was about to say.

A policeman ran over from the road at the other end of the villa, waving a flashlight in his hand, "Someone reported a fire here, is anyone injured?"

He ran a few steps closer, saw Batman, and slowed down hesitantly, "Uh, do we still need to call the police?"

"Call Gordon," I sniffed, and walked over to him. "I need a property assessment and a lawsuit against Harvey Dent."

"Okay." The policeman reached into the middle layer of his clothes, "Can I lend you my phone, ma'am?"

Where's his walkie-talkie?

Before I could think about this question clearly, Bruce, who was behind me, took a step forward and blocked me tightly in his arms.

At the same time, I saw the so-called policeman take out a bottle from his arms and pour the liquid inside towards my pocket.For many nights after that, the sound became my nightmare.

Sulfuric acid, what's in the bottle is sulfuric acid.

Most of the liquid is blocked by Bruce's cloak.While blocking the sulfuric acid, he threw out the multi-ball animal trap rope to catch the fake policeman. The sulfuric acid on the cloak dripped along the arc of the special material, scalding yellow spots on the concrete floor.

A small portion splashed on my arm, causing terrible pain.

Every skin that was splashed was burning.Bruce ripped off my sleeves quickly and decisively, and pulled out a wet wipe from a small compartment in the belt to absorb the remaining sulfuric acid.

He took a water bag on the Batmobile and washed my wound with a small stream of water. His voice was so deep that I couldn't hear the emotion, "Be patient."

After doing all this, he rushed towards the person disguised as a policeman like a furious black panther.

The muffled sound of punch after punch echoed in my ears.

I grabbed the water bag and poured water on the wound, dripping with cold sweat from the pain.

At this moment, I strangely understood the thoughts of the double-faced man.

Double ultimate move, his real purpose is not to kill me in flames, but to destroy my face with sulfuric acid.

He wanted me to be his second.