Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

There was a squeak, the sound of liquid splashing on the ground.

Half asleep and half awake, I immediately sat up from the bed in a jerk, and looked around with my eyes wide open.

A nurse outside the ward was complaining that her companion accidentally spilled all the coffee, making the floor dirty and sticky.

Hearing that it was coffee, the tension in my heart faded away, and I sat on the head of the bed relaxedly.

Pepper and I spent the night on the phone last night, looking dead enough to be in the top three of Lucille's Madness.

I didn't sleep well all night and I just woke up.

Dick and Tim have an appointment to come and see me in the hospital today.I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, half an hour before our agreed time.

I got out of bed to wash up, cleaned myself up briefly, and called the crepe stand to order four crepes.

On balance, I didn't add double chocolate chips to Bruce's share of crepes.He deserved no chocolate chips, and the money for toppings went to give Dick and Tim an extra pop each.

Perhaps the two children had a feeling for the popping candy crepes, and they broke into my ward with the store's takeaway.

Tim ran ahead, and Dick followed, carrying a bamboo basket in his hand.I looked behind them, there was no one else.

"Lulu!" Tim called out as soon as he entered the door.

He lay down next to my bed and let me ravage his baby fat little face.

"We saw the news. Mom and Dad are very worried about you. They said that if you have no place to go, you can stay at my house first."

I patted his head, "Thank you for your concern, but I will not be reduced to the point of being homeless."

He is like a three-year-old little rice cake, warm and soft. For a moment, the loss in my heart was completely forgotten, and I gently grabbed his face with both hands, rubbing the little rice cake into a grinning expression.

Dick put the bamboo basket on the table and explained to me, "I brought this from Afuto. He made some desserts for you."

He told me in a very serious tone, "Ah Fu's cooking is delicious."

"I don't know if you two still have room for a roll of crepes."

I propped my chin and glanced outside the door, "One and a half is fine."

Dick nodded like an adult, "Not for Bruce."

Children should not worry about grown-ups.

I flicked his forehead, "Where did he hide?"

If it was Alfred or Janet and Jack who brought them here, they would be sitting in the ward talking to me by now.

Only a certain shrinking-headed bat hides in a corner of the hospital and smokes.

Oh, Bruce doesn't smoke.That is to hide in a corner and stage a bitter scene where the audience is only him.

Dick covered his forehead and made a small report, "Sir, Tim and I checked before we came up, and the enemy army is hiding in the small garden downstairs!"

He worked hard to take credit for Bruce, and found a set of ointments in the bamboo basket, "This is what Bruce has been looking for for a long time and asked me to bring it to you."

Mild burns from the sulfuric acid and fire were all over my limbs.I can guess with my toes what this box of ointment is for.

I pinched the bridge of my nose with a headache, got up and picked up the two crepes on the table.

Dick and Tim looked at me with their mouths full.

Dick licked off the cream from the corner of his mouth, "If he gets angry with you, tell me. I'll go back and tell Ah Fu to give him bitter melon juice!"

Bruce should have wept over that statement.

Tim's cheeks moved because of chewing, "I heard that there is something called traditional Chinese medicine in the East, which is very good for the body."

These two radish heads mature earlier than the other.

I deliberately gave them a fierce look, and the two children laughed and hugged each other.

Scout Grayson's intelligence was very accurate, and I found Bruce on a bench in the small garden of the hospital with two crepes.

There are sporadically a few patients in the inpatient department walking around accompanied by their family members or nurses.Most of them are victims of some accident.

There are always many "accidents" in Gotham.

Compared with them, my minor injuries were so minor that I felt like I was wasting medical resources.

Bruce sat on the bench with his hands on his knees, his eyes fixed on the void.This is his thoughtful expression, the expression he occasionally shows in front of me.

I don't believe he didn't know that Dick would report his location to me.He's waiting for me to find him.

I thought again of what Pepper told me last night.Running away won't solve anything.

Maybe I'm just looking for a not-so-great cover.I walked straight over and tossed the rolled crepe with chocolate chips onto his lap.

Throwing wrong, not on purpose.

While he was in a daze, I took the seat next to him. "We've had it before, now it's my shop."

He didn't answer, and I couldn't find a topic.We sat on the same bench without talking for a while.

To cover the unspeakable silence, Bruce unwrapped the bag and took a big bite out of the crepe, sending sweet, dark chocolate shavings down his knees.

I patted the crumbs off his leg.

Those cobalt blue eyes looked at me, and then looked away quickly in the next second, like a hare poking its head out of a burrow in the back garden.

I found a topic among the many thoughts filling my brain.

"I'm going to sue Double-Face."

Facing my hostility towards my old friend, he just responded softly and asked again, "Do you want him to be sentenced to death?"

I watched the crepe in his hand getting smaller and smaller, and propped my chin, "Although I really want to, we all know that there is no death penalty in Gotham."

He looked at me, with a small shadow of blond hair reflected in his pupils.

"Do you want Gotham to bring back the death penalty?"

"Now is not the time," I said.

In the city of Gotham, the criminal capital and the outrageous judicial system complement each other, and there is a nest of snakes and rats.

They go out of their way to drag each other down, empower the guy who really deserves to be damned, and leave nowhere for the scapegoat to escape.

The death penalty is only a small part of it.

It can only decide whether the poor man sent in to block the gun dies in the electric chair surrounded by spectators, or becomes a corpse floating in the sewer.

This is Gotham, such an unreasonable city, it is no more than the most backward jungle civilization.

It made Batman, and Batman fought it in the most savage ways.

Fist against fist, blood for blood.

I consider myself a civilized person.So I'm very pragmatic, all I want is money.

I compared a number to Bruce, "I'm looking for a lawyer to sue Double-Face, and he will pay me at least [-] million yuan, otherwise I won't let it go."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's very difficult."

Of course it was difficult, otherwise the victims would not have been funded by Wayne Enterprises to take care of them.

But that doesn't mean you can't make money from two-faced people.

Criminal activities require financial support, and a bomb that is enough to detonate a building is worth at least 1000 million.And they're as worthless in the hands of Arkham celebrities as a child's marbles.

In the past, these capital flows hidden under the crime were quietly divided up by countless black hands hidden behind the court after Batman and Gordon sent the criminal to court.

Everyone has a share, and as a victim, I think I deserve my share.

I shrugged. "You can't get wool until you catch the fleeing sheep."

Bruce smiled, and there was a trace of relief in his tone, "Experienced understanding."

The atmosphere of one moment creates a certain illusion in us, only to be disillusioned in the next thought.

The crepe in Bruce's hand is just a little bit of cream left on the wrapper.He crumpled the wrapping paper in his palm and changed the subject unexpectedly.

"Lucy, we've known each other for almost two months."

The smile on my face froze, and I realized that now is the main topic of our meeting today.

So I restrained my expression and tried my best to lift the corners of my mouth, "That's right, I became the cover girl of the magazine last month. I don't know who this month's cover girl is."

He tilted his head, a frivolous smile on his face.That persona stood between me and him, which meant that I was shut out of his inner world.

"Angelina, she's a beauty."

His smile is an exaggerated sweetness, "We can get together and part ways, so now I can still be called a loyal partner..."

"Don't you know that it's rude to express your love for other women in front of your current girlfriend?"

I simply interrupted him, "If you are going to perform an opera in the hospital, there is no need for you to come and see me."

I looked away and closed my eyes hard.

"You can obviously break up with all the ex-girlfriends before, get into a car accident, break a leg while skydiving, and crash into a rock while skiing."

"Then tell me you're going to stay home and recuperate, and naturally fade out of my life."

The persona is gone.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I just wanted to see you," he added.

"Oh, then you saw it." I fiddled with my fingers, "Do you have anything else to say?"

I mercilessly reached out and covered his mouth, blocking what he was going to say next.

"Let me guess, you will definitely say next time, I don't know the real you. The real you is a dark, timid, paranoid man with few advantages. In order to stop the loss in time, we'd better get together early and leave early. .”

My right hand trembled, and his lips burned my palm.

I tried my best to say the next thing decently and smoothly.

"Actually, I am also hesitating. Sometimes hesitation itself is a kind of rejection."

"But, forgive me, I'm still a little bit unwilling."

I turned my head away and stared at a leafless tree by the side of the road.Even the voice could not maintain the precarious calm this time.

"I want to know that these two months... have you had a good time?"

A hand was placed on my shoulder, and it was only restrained.

I heard his voice, as if drifting over from a dream.

"I am very happy."

"Thank you, Lucille."

The footsteps became farther and farther away and lighter.I think of myself as a ship departing from some isolated island that I come across by fleeting glimpse.

I sat up straight, supporting the maturity and decency of an adult, and watched him go away from me with a not very embarrassed expression.

Shouldn't have given him the stuffed crepe.

waste.