Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

It was twelve o'clock at midnight, and the place was my bedroom in Karma Taj.

I managed to land on a hard plank bed with a large, unpleasant-smelling bat.

I sat on the bed watching him, and he sat on the bed watching me, relatively speechless.

Although the white membrane on his visor did not move, I knew he had scanned my room once, possibly several times.

I grabbed his cloak and tied it to the bed frame in a knot while he watched quietly.

"Don't run," I warned him, "I'll get you the medicine kit."

After the hotel attack, there was a constant medical kit at my location, including Karma Taj's bedroom.

When I came back with the medicine box, he untied the knot of the cloak at some point, sat on the bedside and took the box in my hand, and said solemnly, "I'll do it myself."

My dressing level is far inferior to that of a professional like Bruce, so I had to sit beside him silently, looking for topics with my chin propped up.

"The costumes of that group of ninjas are similar to those who ruined my room in the hotel last time. Are they all from the League of Assassins?"

Bruce took off the cape and the top of the tights uniform, only the face mask remained stubbornly in place.

A deep, bony gash appeared before my eyes, on his side, previously concealed by a heavy cloak.In fact, there are many other fine and small wounds on his body, but compared to this wound, it is really insignificant.

"Yes." Bruce said.

After only saying this sentence, he kept silent and concentrated on being a dumb man dealing with wounds, as if his words were worth a hundred dollars.

I quietly handed him bandages and wound medicine, curled up on the plank bed.

Deep in the brain behind the eyes, something is beating up and down, and it may overflow at any time.I propped my chin on my knees, all the excitement of successfully mastering the portal fading.

After thinking about it for a while, I can probably guess that he is entangled with the League of Assassins for the follow-up of the kryptonite necklace.However, I have learned spells, but I am still helpless on the battlefield he is in.

Karma Taj pays attention to using the soul to make up the body, can I share my soul with him?

Among the many ancient books I have borrowed, is there any one that can tell me how to heal my wounds?

I turned my head and stared at his shoulders that kept rising and falling with the movement.There was a tear there, and the flesh was ripped open, revealing the hideous flesh and blood inside.

As if he didn't notice it, Bruce just wiped it twice with alcohol cotton, haphazardly stopped the blood, and then lowered his head to treat the wound on his waist.Gritting the bandages between his teeth, he rummaged through the medicine chest for the guts that had been used to suture the wound.

I suspect that he doesn't feel pain, otherwise how could he show a flat to quiet expression while every movement affects the wound.

Am I willing to share my soul with this person?

I put my hand over the wound on his shoulder, and felt a feather lightly fall off from my heart, drilled out of my palm, like a ray of breeze gently brushing over the skin that was still oozing blood, and melting into it silently .

Cracked skin grew from the cut, and muscles were stitched together with tiny white filaments of adhesion.The new skin tissue seemed like countless little spiders gathered, gnawing a crooked scar in the blood all over the shoulder.

Bruce looked at me in amazement, and even stopped the movement of his hands for a moment.

I simply pulled his shoulders, put my hand on the wound on his side, and stared at the wound with wide eyes.

The wound was slowly healing at a speed close to that of an ant crawling, and finally grew into a twisted caterpillar, entrenched on Bruce's side.

I was a little ashamed, "I'm sorry, it's a bit ugly, it's a bit unfamiliar to be a nanny for the first time."

"You're in magic," Bruce affirmed.

He turned to face me, "Do you know how unstable the mysterious side is? I don't object to you learning how to protect yourself, but it's too dangerous to suddenly run into the battlefield like today, and you will be injured if you are not careful."

I regret treating him, I should have waited until he was too exhausted from the pain to preach.

I hope Mr. Bruce Wayne can remember that it was me, the new mage, who rescued the wounded and helpless him from the siege of ninjas.

The American Rescue Hero doesn't expect you to agree with her body, but only hopes that there will be less nagging from the irritable mother.

The mouth was still opening and closing, beeping and beeping.

How can a mouth with beautiful lip line, red color, and looks good to kiss say such words that make the ears callous?

I decided to physically gag that mouth.

I snapped my hand over Bruce's mouth.

I can feel Bruce's stare through the white membrane of the mask.

He took my hand and said more.I simply leaned on his shoulders and blocked the chattering mouth myself.

I knelt down on the bed and asked, "Do you still want to learn from monks to recite scriptures?"

He said in shame, "You can't—"

"I can." I said calmly.

Bruce tried to make the seriousness of the matter clear to me, "This is not something to just skip!"

"Oh." With a calm face, I kissed her again.

This time a little longer.

I took out a tissue from the bedside table and wiped my mouth gently, "Is there anything else to say?"

"Yes." Bruce said, his tone a little off.

He leaned forward and grabbed the back of my neck, and a two-hundred-pound one fell straight down.

Why are men with vengeance not likable?

Because they are too vindictive, and modern society advocates peace.

I sat on my bed and confessed that I should not have led people into Karma Taj.Now that I have learned the portal, I should kick people into Wayne Manor directly, and let Alfred teach him that a mature adult will not worry others.

Bruce, who had treated all the wounds on his body, stood beside the bed wearing his armor, and I put on my slippers, "Where are you going, I'll open a portal to send you there."

Bruce declined my offer with dignity, "I can go out by myself."

"No," I said mercilessly, "the temple does not allow idlers to hang out. If you don't choose a seat, I will assume that you want to go back to the manor."

Our eyes locked in mid-air, and Bruce was about to speak when there was a knock on the door of my room.

Wang's voice interrupted my movement of grabbing Bruce's cloak and stuffing him into the closet, "Mage Ancient One wants you to meet her in the side hall."

He paused, "The gentleman in your room is also there."

I stopped halfway grabbing the cloak and swallowed.The only chin that Bruce showed was "Innocent" written all over it.

I have a hunch that I will never be able to take off the hat of love brain in front of the king in my life.

In front of the omnipresent and omniscient Master Ancient One, Bruce and I are like a young couple caught by the teaching director in a tryst in the grove.I bowed my head guiltily, and Bruce on the left cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"You have lived up to my expectations." Master Gu Yi smiled knowingly.

I touched my nose, "You really did it on purpose."

"It doesn't hurt to use some small tricks appropriately."

She has compassion in her eyes. Sometimes I feel that there is nothing in her eyes, which is too empty, and sometimes I feel that the eyes of this mage are full of the whole world.

Master Gu Yi asked me, "Do you understand the purpose of your coming here?"

"I see." I said, with unprecedented sincerity.

"I didn't come here for other people, nor did I follow the crowd for excitement." I said sternly, "I came here to take control of my own life. If the world is too dangerous for me, then I need the power to protect myself. "

I didn't look at the people around me.

"I hope that one day I choose to leave a person because I no longer love him, because our personalities lead to irreconcilable conflicts between us, not because I am dangerous around him."

Bruce adjusted his sitting position.

Master Gu Yi nodded appreciatively, "From today on, you have left your apprenticeship and become a mage."

Instead of ignoring Bruce, who has been silent, she explained carefully, "One-sided protection cannot bring about growth, you have to learn to trust the power of others."

Bruce pursed his lips, "She didn't receive professional training."

"You can teach her," said the Ancient One, "you can't always escape from those around you. And she is more special than you."

The orange-red sparks were drawn into lines, condensing into a small boat in the palm of the Ancient One mage.

"A ship will encounter countless islands during its voyage. Sometimes they will weather the storm together, and the dawn will part. Sometimes that island will become the eternal shore of the ship, and build a lighthouse for it in the dark."

The small boat formed by the sparks drifted with the wind, bypassing me and Bruce, and docked in the palm of Gu Yi.

"If you want a boat to stay on the shore, you need to give it a fixed point, give it an anchor."

The ship sailed to the shore and docked in the calm harbor, and the anchor fixed it to the pier, preventing the wind and waves from taking it away.

All the sparks gather and disperse quietly, like a small firework.

Bruce was thoughtful, and I was thinking more than he was.

I am a ghost of the original universe that has inherited the memories of two lifetimes. Everyone in this world is just a character in a certain comic to me.I lost my relatives in Gotham since I was a child, and grew up alone. Gotham has no place worthy of my cherishment, and it is not suitable for me to stay.

The people who really made me feel like I belonged in this world, that stopped me here were Bruce, it was Pepper, it was Dick and Tim, it was Matt and all the friends I knew.

Without their existence, if I have the opportunity to return to the original universe, I will definitely do whatever it takes.

They make the world less distant and become the anchors that keep me here.

I'm no longer the peaceful social animal I was in my previous life. I'm Lucille Crane, the current Vice President of the Gotham Benevolent Federation.

Sooner or later, the word "vice" will be removed.

Wang respectfully stopped at the entrance of the side hall, motioning for me to leave with him.I glanced sideways at Bruce, his face was serious, and the Ancient One Mage would probably have a conversation with him later.

I stood up and followed the king all the way to the exhibition hall where various magical instruments were displayed.

Wang raised his chin, "Go and pick one."

"Ah," I touched the ring on my finger, "but I already have a hanging ring."

Wang looked at me like a fool who lost his mind in love, "Do you only buy one piece of jewelry in your life?"

Makes sense.

I stepped into the exhibition hall and looked curiously at the various exhibits in the exhibition cabinets.They sleep in all kinds of display racks and glass cabinets, and there is no trace of agility as a magic weapon.An ordinary person might walk in here and think it's just a pile of trash that no one wants.

I walked past a dusty red cloak and found myself with my fingers hooked.The corner of the cloak was raised, and he greeted me friendly, and then flew up briskly, circling around me.

It is not my magic weapon, but it is a lively and cute little guy.

Red Cloak and I walked past many artifacts.Red Cloak kindly introduced its little friends to me, but unfortunately none of them are destined for me for the time being.

I stopped in front of a display case, and an orange-red bead lay quietly in a flannel box.

I vaguely feel that it is looking at me, checking whether I have the right to touch it.

Behind that bead is a legendary creature, evaluating my chances as the new owner.I tilted my head to look at it, and suddenly took a step to the left.

A red halo flashed, as if dissatisfied with my departure.

So I stood back, it was so quiet that it could compete for the championship of the Silence Contest with a certain caped fighter in the side hall.

I was about to leave, but it finally became anxious and rushed towards me head-on in a panic!

I clearly felt it drill into my left eye, sending out bursts of burning, and before I felt pain, it calmed down after a breath.

The red cloak was happier than finding its owner. It hugged itself and spun around, scurrying around the hall.

I opened my eyes to the reflection on the display case, which was light green as always.It didn't turn red, and it couldn't emit laser light.

I was lost in thought, so did I choose a magic weapon because I chose loneliness?

Master Gu Yi didn't care about the grievances between me and Hong Zhuzi, she just smiled as expected, everything was under her control.

"I knew you'd be compatible." She said, shutting me and Bruce out of Karma Taj's small wooden door.

Bruce and I, who were expelled on the first day of our training, looked at each other in blank dismay.

I raised the hand with the ring on it, "Do you want a ride?"

"take."

At this time, it is completely impolite.

The first portal opened in the back garden of Wayne Manor. I carefully stepped on the ground to make sure I didn't open the portal in mid-air.

Bruce came out right after him, and looked at the pale sky, "It's about five o'clock in the morning."

The subtext is that I'm going to bed, and Wayne Enterprises going bankrupt won't wake me up until three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Then, wish you a sweet dream?" I waved, "I'm going back too."

"Wait, Lucy." He stopped me, his voice hesitating.

I stepped into the portal and looked back at him.

His lips kept trembling, and he hesitated to say what he wanted to say.

I moved a few centimeters into the portal, and he reached out and grabbed my wrist, "Lucy."

I probably never showed it, I like him calling my name.Not the soft way Dick and Tim called me "Lulu" or the lightness with which Pepper called me "Lucy".

His voice was always low and deep, his lips were slightly parted, and he uttered a short two syllables, "Lucy."

Bruce pursed his lips, "...Dick is upstairs, why don't you go and see him?"

The foreword is withdrawn, I believe him again, and I will personally leave the game to Joshua Adam's assistant.

"I got to go, bye."

The hand that gripped me got a little tighter.

Bruce opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time, as if what he wanted to say was not words, but a pot of fresh greens.

He hesitated several times, and only after my left leg and knee were swallowed by the portal, he said, "Let's get back together."

Big news, Bruce Wayne won't cause a cerebral or myocardial infarction when he says what he means.

I smiled sweetly, "But, I refuse."

"..." There was a confused question mark in the silence.

I took advantage of him to let go of my wrist, and stepped into the portal.

"Within a month, I won't be able to provide Joshua with any writing materials. Goodbye, Bai Yueguang Brucey."