Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

In the early hours of this day, I lost my little villa.Two-faced man caused me nearly [-] million dollars in property damage, which did not include the psychological damage he caused me.

I just made a statement at the police station. At first, the dizziness and nausea that were ignored because of fear came out to play tricks.I threw up on the spot holding the trash can.A policewoman named Renee yelled at Sergeant Harvey Bullock, who was taking my notes, and rushed me to the hospital.

As a result of the diagnosis, in addition to the mild burns on my arm caused by sulfuric acid, I was also hit with a head-on club by the double-faced man and suffered a slight concussion.At the same time, there were abrasions and burns of varying degrees on the body and hands.

Thanks to Two-Face, now I'm a poor homeless guy who just happens to get a bed in the hospital.

Pepper got the news and flew to Gotham for the second time in no more than half a day.

She blamed herself, if they could have sent me home, I might not have had to suffer this trip.

I was lying on the hospital bed, wrapped in bandages like a silkworm baby.

I opened my mouth to eat the strawberries washed by Pepper, and comforted me, "The double-faced man is not a fool. If Iron Man comes to my villa, he will definitely retreat temporarily and wait for the next action."

She accepted the answer, feeling a bit better.I enjoyed the baby-level pampering treatment, even the fruit was fed to my mouth by her.

She sat beside me and helped me peel apples, and asked casually, "Where's Bruce?"

"Ah," I paused for a moment, making an excuse, "he doesn't know about it yet."

He knew, of course he knew, there wasn't another weirdo in a Bat costume to fish me out of the fire.

He was just maintaining his personality and pretending not to know.

Pepper cut off a piece of the peeled apple with a fruit knife and fed it to my mouth, "Tell him quickly, let him take care of you when I'm not around."

I sighed quietly, "I have too many things to do now, and love is beyond the list."

I snapped my fingers, "I want to sue Double-Face, I don't know if I can get compensation. The lost files of the Gotham Charity Federation need to be backed up in the cloud, thanks to the brilliance of technology. I have to find a new house, and I can't get out of the hospital. Stay in the hotel for a long time.”

"That's right, that's right," I sat up, "There is something wrong with Gotham's laws, I still have some ideas—"

Pepper put a finger on my forehead, "Call, call, call."

I was poked back on the pillow by her, and covered my eyes with the quilt, "No. My phone and my villa were burned to ashes. I don't remember his phone number."

deceitful.I sincerely regret cheating Pepper at this moment.

I couldn't see Pepper's eyes, but I could fully imagine her helpless look.

Am I going to be Tony Stark II in Pepper's mind at a young age?

Seriously refuse!

"If you have a problem," Pepper said, "you might as well think it over for a while."

She didn't know what was going on between me and Bruce, but she stood firmly by my side.

I quietly exposed my eyes under the quilt and blinked twice.

Pepper threw a cherry on my head and I ate it under the covers.

She looked at her watch, "I still have a board meeting in the afternoon, so I have to leave first."

Before leaving, she told me, "Call me if you need it, and I'll make arrangements, understand?"

I nodded obediently, watched her leave the ward, and then took out the phone from under the pillow like a thief.

The female police officer named Renee bought it for me so I could contact the Gotham Police Department.As for Bruce's private number, I have seen it so many times on the landline in the small villa, and I can recite it backwards.

I don't want to call him.

I can't tell the specific reason, maybe it's because he didn't take the initiative to contact me, or maybe I hesitated about our relationship.

In hindsight, Two-Face didn't know that I knew Bruce's true identity in the first place. He simply lied to me, intending to use Batman's secret as a straw to break my heart.

It was I who showed a flaw and gave him an opportunity to take advantage of it.

He wanted me to hate Batman as much as he did, and that everything I said and did was digging a hole for my rage.

The time when the villa caught fire at 22:[-] am was the end of his plan.I was the last victim, the last of Bruce's rescue plan.One step later, and I'd be the one Batman gave up on.

Disappointed Two-Face, and I hold no grudges about it.All the victims are very lucky to be able to lie on the hospital bed and eat fruit.

I just figured out one thing, and as Pepper said, I started comparing blues to other things on both ends of the scale.

I was not consciously thinking about whether I was willing to bear all the risks for him in the future, and whether I was willing to let the people around me bear the risks I suffered.

Ai Liwei was the one who shouldn't have endured this.She is a good girl who is cautious and responsible, she is not implicated by me, she will never deal with double-faced people in her life.

She was the third person to be rescued by Bruce. Fortunately, apart from being overly frightened, she was fine.

I received her resignation text message when I was still taking notes at the police station.On the second day after I was hospitalized, I heard that she hurried back to her hometown after finishing the transcript, and didn't have time to see me.

I couldn't do anything else but pay her a large sum of money so that she could buy a small house in her hometown and live in peace.

I can't apologize to her, because no one in this world, except me, Two-Face and Bruce, knows that the cause of these four kidnappings originated from me, from Bruce who seemed to stay out of it.

Can I really afford the price?

Can I pay what others are paying for me?

Can I guarantee that for the rest of my life, I won't hold an iota of grudge against Bruce and Batman?

I can't give answers to these questions, just instinctively.

On the third day of hospitalization, the second uncle finally remembered my unlucky niece, and transferred a huge sum of money to my account, which was enough to make up for all my economic losses.

His secretary personally visited me in my ward, gave me a very delicate but not very tasty fruit basket, and handed me a new real estate certificate.I have a new house that I can move in at any time without worrying about which hotel is more comfortable to live in.

I also retrieved all the documents of the Gotham Charity Federation from the cloud, and most of the excuses I used to procrastinate in front of Pepper have been completed.

I struggled from morning to afternoon, gritted my teeth and called Bruce before dinner.

No one heard.He is very nice.

He avoided me, but I worked harder and dialed the landline of the manor.

After Alfred answered the phone, he immediately apologized for their faux pas.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lucille, it's so rude and shameful that I didn't visit you in the first place. I must insist that my family education was not such a failure."

Having said that, he seemed to stop to look at someone, and then he sneered coldly at someone's expression before continuing to talk to me.

"Unfortunately, Master Bruce has recently developed allergic symptoms and cannot eat any high-protein substances. He can't answer your phone now, and he is lying in bed drinking bitter melon juice."

"Please convey my concern to him, and at the same time, I will recommend Huanglian to you," I said coldly, "it is good for your health."

Dick's noise came from the microphone.

I faintly heard him yelling, "People who play cold and violent are all-stinky pigs!"

Well said, Dick.Just for your words, you deserve a new box of Lego!

The little boy grabbed the microphone and said to me worriedly, "Are you okay, Lulu, I heard you were hospitalized. Are you seriously injured?"

"Just a little scrape," I reassured, "don't worry. I'm in the hospital because my house burned down and I had nowhere to go."

"Tim and I are very worried about you." Dick discussed with me cautiously, "Do you have time tomorrow? Tim and I will visit you tomorrow, okay?"

Before I could reply, I heard him leave the microphone a little bit, and hum to the person next to him, "If I don't take you, I won't take you."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Dick, can you bring me a sentence?"

"Wait a minute," Dick said, "I'll open it."

When the button is pressed, there will be a "beep".

I found myself grabbing the quilt unconsciously and crumpling a corner of the white quilt into a mess.

I let go of the rumpled sheet in my palm, not sure if he could hear me.

"The necklace you gave me was crushed."

It took a long time to hear a soft voice, "Mmm."

"The dress you sent was also burned. I like that dress very much."

"You can buy it again."

"All the files of the Charity Federation are gone. I just found a backup in the cloud today."

"You're doing a great job, don't judge yourself."

long silence.

I held my breath, stared intently at a bird flying past my window, and pretended I didn't say the following sentence myself.

"Are you coming with them tomorrow?"

He took a deep breath, as if every word was stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

"Lucy, I..."

"Stop!" I shouted to stop him.

"Stop talking, the doctor, the doctor is here." The bird flew away, out of my sight, "We have something to talk about tomorrow."

I hastily hung up and flung the phone across the bed like it was a nasty, hot brick.

I covered my face, rested on my lap for a while, then slowly got up and grabbed the phone in my hand.

I also know Pepper's phone number by heart, thanks to my good memory.

The phone rang for one second, two seconds, three seconds, and was connected.

"This is Virginia Potts, how can I help you?"

"Sister." I may or may not have been crying.

It turned out that until now, I was still a naive little girl, thinking that escaping would solve the problem, thinking that hiding in the villa would make me not an orphan, and thinking that becoming a star would get the love of many people.

I thought that if I didn't say some words, I couldn't count them.

"I don't want to break up." Weng Weng said.

I should have thought a long time ago that this love is just a play on the spot, and there is no room for a little heartbeat.

I didn't treat each other sincerely at the beginning, and I didn't restrain my feelings in time.

I forgot.Heartbeat is to break up.