Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I slumped on the sofa, like a salted fish that had been salted and hung to dry on the balcony for seven days and seven nights.

"I will never forgive you in this life." I said weakly.

Bruce shuts his mouth quietly, consciously picking up the gear he just threw all over the bathroom.

"Joshua is amazing with you." I changed my position and continued to lie paralyzed.

Bruce didn't speak, just thought he was a mute.

As I spoke, I thumped the pillow next to me viciously.

"Didn't you say that the ex who disappeared from your world is the best ex? You are afraid that Joshua has no material to write about and eat."

As soon as he turned his head, he put on all the equipment and stood in my room fully armed.

I changed the order of my feet on the coffee table up and down, and squinted at him standing in front of me like a model in the mall.

Bruce half-kneeled in front of me, took out gadgets from his gear belt and put them in my hand.

"There is a trigger mechanism inside the glove, which will release a safe voltage after activation, so there is no need to worry about causing harm to the human body."

"The ring has a special electric stance that bounces people away. It's the same set of equipment as the Batmobile."

He even compressed and packed a cloak in his equipment belt.He shook off his cloak and spread the black cloth over me.

"Waterproof and fireproof, it can withstand most of the damage from projectiles, so you must use this to protect yourself."

"Stop," I grabbed his wrist, "what do you mean by this?"

Bruce fastened the concealed buckle of the cloak, and asked an irrelevant question, "Have all the items from tonight's auction been delivered to you?"

I startled.Before the auction ended, today's lot was sent to my room by the waiter, including the necklace given to me by my ex-boyfriend and the ring I bought myself.

His words were too suggestive, and I quickly realized that I grabbed his arm and asked, "Which item is the problem?"

Bruce's face sank, and before he could answer, the glass outside the window was smashed by some unknown object, and countless glass shards flew around.The gust of wind outside the high-rise building blew straight, blowing the curtains in disorder, like ghosts and gods dancing wildly.

This is the eighteenth floor!

I was tightly covered by Bruce's cloak, and I only felt a small shard of glass hit me.

Bruce reached out and pushed my head down, "Hide in the bathroom!"

There is a flower in front of my eyes.The ceiling lamp in the room was smashed by something casually thrown by someone, and the room was suddenly dimmed. Only the inner veil of the curtain was rolled up to reveal the whiteness inside.

In the pitch blackness, Bruce hid in the shadows, fighting with several people dressed as ninjas. The bright blade hit the broken blade on the arm armor, making a scalp-numbing rattle.

I huddled in place, the coldness ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and it was extremely difficult to even move my feet.

I wanted to move, to listen to Bruce and hide in the bathroom, but my body was out of my control.

A ninja broke through Bruce's line of defense and slashed at me.I didn't have time to react at all, and threw what I was holding tightly in my hand in a panic.

The smooth little cube deformed and reorganized in the air, clasping the ninja's wrist head-on.The magnetic handcuffs were closed together, tightly clasping the ninja's two hands together.

A hand in a tactical glove grabbed the ninja's shoulders, kicked his knees, and turned the ninja upside down and fell to the ground.

With a bang, he abruptly twisted off the ninja's arm.

A few more ninjas jumped out of the window behind him, and one of them seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the neck.

"careful!"

I must have yelled so loudly that there was an extremely short pause for anyone jumping in from the window.

Fortunately, this did not affect his performance. With a flick of the guide stick in his hand, the slender steel wire strangled the ninja's neck, dragging the attacker directly to his feet.

With the addition of helpers, the balance of the battle began to gradually tilt.I managed to catch my breath and regain my composure, wrapped my cloak and hid in the bathroom, and used the equipment gloves Bruce gave me to stun a ninja who was trying to attack me.

All the attackers fell down, unconscious.Two men tied up the fainted ninjas one by one.

I cautiously supported the door and leaned out, the night wind outside the window was blowing in.The hotel room was in a mess, the overturned furniture crushed countless small glass shards, the bedding and pillows were cut by knives, and the cotton wool flew around.

They threw the fainted ninjas into a pile in a corner and stood opposite each other.

The person standing opposite Batman is wearing a red tights, and the logo on the chest is two overlapping D letters.Like Batman, he also has two small horns on the top of his head, which I guess should be antennas that can receive radio waves.

"Daredevil." He introduced himself succinctly.

I looked at the chin exposed under the mask, and somehow felt familiar.

I look at Batman, then at Daredevil, and the two superheroes turn to look at me.

Two identical jaws.

My pupils trembled, "Matt?"

"Don't be random...wait."

Daredevil No. [-] in the strange costume suddenly turned his head to look at Bruce, his jaw was full of shock, "So, you are—"

it is more than words.

I covered my face decadently, "You've never met before, have you?"

"No," Bruce said calmly, "I know."

"I should have found this chin," Matt mused.

I sneered.

Men who put on airs, one persona is a thousand feet thick, and the other moves swiftly to beat ten with one.

Liar, Brussie baby is not a big bright baby at all, Matt are you really blind, are you lying to me?

I pinched the bridge of my nose, stepped on the fragments of the coffee table, and dug out the two items for today's auction in the drawer.

A necklace of green gemstones and a two-finger ring.

"So," I asked Bruce, carrying two items, "which lot is the problem?"

"Necklace." Bruce literally squeezed the word out. "That's not a gem, it's kryptonite."

I wonder if my ex-boyfriends are using it to beat me up.

I'll throw all my emeralds and emeralds to the appraisal agency for testing when I go back.

"The League of Assassins has cooperated with Luthor to collect kryptonite around the world. There are several kryptonite products in this auction. The guest who died at the warehouse door has a private transaction with the auctioneer, skipping the auction process and directly trading the next day's kryptonite. Lot. A lump of kryptonite the size of a fist."

I tried my best to dig out some information about kryptonite, Luthor and the Assassin League from the memory of my previous life. Except for Luthor, I can remember from the memory of this life that he is the chairman of the Lex Group. I have nothing about others. Know.

I gave up maintaining my image in front of two men in costumes dancing around at night, and just sat on the overturned beanbag and rubbed my face.

A powerless exhaustion welled up from the bottom of my heart and swallowed me into the sea of ​​emptiness.

I threw the kryptonite necklace to Bruce, and rubbed my fingers against the simple patterns on the two rings, calming down with simple mechanical movements.

"I don't intend to accuse, and I don't want to complain at all," I closed my eyes, "I know you just found out about this, otherwise you would have bought this dangerous lot at the auction and kept it from falling into my hands .”

"I'm just," I breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, I messed up your plan. But for such a long time just now, you didn't have any idea. Do you want to tell me what will happen?"

No one answered me, Bruce Wayne was made with lye knots, salt grains and compressed biscuits.

"If I don't catch you, are you going to be a silent guardian, solve all troubles without my knowledge, and then replace the necklace with kryptonite with the expensive necklace you bought?"

I clenched my fists tightly, with two rings stuck tightly in my palm, and asked word by word, "Do you have any hero movie complex? This matter can obviously be resolved in a simple way."

I understand why he did it, I don't understand why he could do it.

I stood up, my heart was burning with anger, "You think we broke up because I can't accept the dark side of the world, so you just give up working with me and plan to handle everything by yourself. Explosions, swords, bullets, can all be destroyed by the piece of land behind you Block it with the black cloth."

I grabbed his shoulder, and my voice unknowingly mixed with tears, "Can you protect me like this for the rest of your life? Do you really think I'll be happy about it?"

I leaned on his shoulder, grabbed his uniform, and blinked desperately to keep the tears from falling.

"It's fine if I meet you. You can't let me continue to be unlucky without knowing it."

He didn't pat me on the back to reassure me, or say words of comfort.We don't have that intimacy anymore.

I heard him answer in a low voice, "Yes."

This is the answer to the previous question.He can protect me forever, he will protect me forever.

This black bat wearing a Halloween costume and appearing in various dangerous places every night is a naive and soft-hearted second fool. His decisive and cold business acumen has not been inherited to night work at all.

I've never hated myself so much for being just a weak, weak woman, or I could have punched him and Matt on the jaw that was carved out of the same mold, and helped people tell the difference between the two.

Apart from the whistling wind in the room, I was the only one who was sobbing every now and then.I pushed Bruce away, found a few usable paper towels in a drawer to dry my tears, and stood by the window, hoping the cool breeze would blow away the dull thoughts in my head.

At this time, a person tremblingly broke the silence.

"I said," Matt, who has been forgotten by us for a long time, stood in the corner of the room, as simple and harmless as a mushroom growing freely in the ruins, "Since the two of you are not in love, why not... ah."

The rest of the words were tossed and chewed several times in his stomach, but he didn't spit them out.Matt racked his brains and couldn't find a suitable solution. All the cases he had dealt with before were useless here.

After some deliberation and steady analysis, the lawyer friend turned his eyes back and forth between Bruce and me, and then spread his hands together, "Hey, I don't know what to do."

He gave up directly, "You just let nature take its course."