Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Dick was the first to hop out of the dining room, with his hands in his pockets, and hopped onto the flower bed.

Bruce and I came out behind him and took the small parting gift from the waiter.

The candy bags are printed with Christmas wreaths and a little snowman that looks like a mochi.I just realized that New Years is coming and Christmas is two weeks away.

Head to one side, Bruce was staring thoughtfully at the candy bag.

"Would you like to spend Christmas at the Wayne House?" he asked.

"Let me remind you, Mr. Wayne." I shook my finger, "We haven't gotten back together yet"

Dick came over from the narrow flower bed and took my hand, "But I want to see Lulu, can't I?"

"No sidetracking." I poked Dick on the forehead to make him stick out his tongue and tilt his head, giving Bruce a sideways glance. "No one would agree to a suitor who picks up his adopted son from school as a date."

"You like Dick."

I shook my head regretfully, "It's a pity that you will not be able to double your worth with a little cutie."

I put my arm around Dick's shoulders. "He could have come to my house for Christmas."

Dick added in a low voice, "And Ah Fu."

That's right, Ah Fu can also be together, just let Bruce stay in the manor alone to eat ashes.

Bruce opened the car door for us, muttering pitifully, "Looks like I'm the only one now."

"That's right, your housekeeper and your adopted son are on my side." I nodded seriously, "I suggest you give up resistance and surrender directly."

"Never giving up is one of the most precious human qualities." Bruce said and got into the driver's seat.

My new home was in the opposite direction from Wayne Manor, and Bruce was going to drive me back first, and then return to the manor with Dick.

I have a portal, and I just need to draw a circle to go home.But we all ignored it and sat in the car chatting.

Dick is a clever little weed. Sometimes he stood by my side and chatted with Bruce, and sometimes he moved his heart to help the lonely Wayne driver.

This excitement attracted me, so that when I returned to my empty new home, I felt a little deserted.

It may be a good choice to go to Wayne Manor for Christmas. Alfred's craftsmanship is very high. I am looking forward to his roast turkey and polenta.Dick told me Alfred was British and maybe I'd get his special tart.

I have been busy with work these days, and I haven't had time to go to Karma Taj yet.Although Gu Yi announced that I have already left the teacher, I don't need to stay in the temple, but the hanging ring is on my hand, so I think it will be very convenient to go back.

I stepped into the library from my own villa, and Wang was studying with a thick classic.

He raised his eyes from the top of the classics, "Disciples who leave the master will be charged five dollars an hour to borrow books when they come back."

"I don't have any money, but I have a bag of candy." I threw the bag of candy from the restaurant to Wang, "Do you know any ancient books that record healing spells?"

Wang looked at me in surprise, "There is no cure in our magic school."

He popularized science to me, "The 'healing' that Karma Taj can do is actually using magic to support people's actions, not repairing damage in the traditional sense. It's like the secret of the ancient master's longevity is not that she healed herself instead of aging and sickness, draws energy from somewhere to sustain itself.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me carefully, "There are indeed ways to heal others recorded in some ancient books, but no one has ever done it."

He grabbed one tome after another from the bookshelf, piled them all up on the desk, and showed me one by one.

"The premise for a mage to use spells is a huge amount of mental power. Spells can support people's actions, and they can also support cells to repair themselves. The problem lies in the control of details, and the vitality of the cells themselves is not enough to complete a complete repair."

As the librarian of Karma Taj, Wang has dabbled in countless kinds of side knowledge, "Then suppose someone can integrate his spiritual power into the cell, support it to complete this action, and provide the corresponding energy. Then the cure will be Not impossible."

I thought of the healing process of the wound on Bruce's shoulder, and thought with my chin raised, "This will lose the user's mental power, and it will wear down the healer's soul if it goes on for a long time."

"It can be said that." Wang closed the book, "but compared to death, this is an insignificant price. Do you still want to borrow books?"

"Borrow." I nodded, "Please register for me, please."

In the past, when I didn't learn spells, I thought that mages were omnipotent.It was only when I got in touch with the secrets that I realized that the more things you know, the more knowledge you can learn, and the things you can't do will be multiplied.

Everything has a price, the only difference is whether you are willing to pay the price.

Let's say I want to take a leisurely vacation at the cost of working overtime for several days in a row.

I got a reminder text from the Gotham Police Department before working overtime until I lost my mind.

The super criminal clown escaped from the Arkham Asylum, and the Gotham police are hunting it down with all their strength. I hope all citizens should pay attention to safety when traveling.

The escape of the clown means that Gotham will fall into the panic of some kind of disaster, and it also means that Batman will start a new round of search.

Just in case, no matter what clothes I wear, I wear a hanging ring on my hand so that I can escape at any time.

It is indeed dangerous for a criminal to escape from prison, but more people are worried about not having enough food tomorrow.Everyone knows that there is a possibility of confronting criminals when they go out. Due to their livelihood, they still have to wear overalls and leave their relatively safe homes.The whole city operates in an orderly manner in a strange and peaceful atmosphere.

I found time to go around the charity point, and the small jar on the window sill was half filled with shiny glass beads and triangular pebbles.

The takeaway delivery guy happened to deliver the takeaway I ordered not long ago, and it was placed next to the glass jar, with a catchy aroma.

There was a bang, and I immediately looked behind me, "Who's there?"

There was no one behind me, as if the noise just now was just my illusion.I touched the hanging ring in my hand and walked towards the source of the sound step by step.

As I approached the corner of the alley, a thin, thin arm stretched out from behind the wall, followed by a pair of big, glowing blue eyes.

In my recent life, is the probability of encountering blue eyes too high?

The boy Matt told me was Jason was poking his head behind the wall, keeping a wary distance from me.

He was clutching an old button that looked to be from a grown-up coat.

I held the takeaway in my hand, and opened my other hand to signal to him.Jason handed me the button with some reluctance, and quickly dragged the takeaway into his arms.

This time, he didn't take the takeaway and ran away immediately. I looked towards the small road on the other side of the alley, "It's not so peaceful recently, I'll take you home."

"People like you are fat sheep in our eyes," Jason said angrily, "Hurry up and go home, miss."

"I have bodyguards." I showed Jason the emergency contact on my phone.

Below the 210-pound contact name is Bruce's cell phone number.

I put my phone back, "What's your name?"

The boy pouted and looked down at the ground.I kindly reminded, "We've been partners in a lot of deals."

He rubbed his toes, and it took him a long time to hold back a name, "Jason, Jason Peter Todd."

"Okay, Jason," I said happily, "I'm Lucy, Lucille Crane."

I glanced at my phone, "It's [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and it will be dark in a while. I'll take you home, and my bodyguard will pick me up, okay?"

He glanced at me cautiously and held back a lot of words, probably thinking that I was a stupid fat sheep who didn't know much about the world.

The little boy decided to protect the silly fat sheep for future food.

Although he was leading me in the direction of his own home, he always paid attention to the movement around him. Once someone's eyes were on us, he would vigilantly lead me to another way.

I noticed that he was in better spirits than the last time we met, and that there were no visible wounds on his exposed skin.

As he approached the door, Jason obviously relaxed a lot, and his steps became brisk.I asked casually, "Is there no one in your family to cook?"

His sharp little eyes looked over, and I raised my hands to show that I had no malice, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it, because I'm too curious."

Jason looked at me, then at the takeaway in his hand, and finally decided to give in to the food. He said awkwardly, "Mom is going to work, and my dad is in trouble."

"Don't look at me with sympathy." Jason ran into the corridor with small steps, "It's a good thing he got in, and my mother and I won't have to be beaten."

He ran a few steps, looked at the sky outside, and ran back to me hesitantly, "It's too late now, it's not safe for you to go back alone. Just sit at my house and wait for the bodyguards to pick you up."

I originally planned to come to his house to find out the situation and find a way to solve the problem of his father's domestic violence.Now his father has been treated well and sent directly to the prison by the police for free meals.

I looked at the boy's worried eyes, and swallowed back the words I wanted to refuse, "That's fine, I'll trouble you."

His eyes lit up slightly, and he rushed up the stairs in three steps, to a certain floor, and pulled out the key hanging around his neck with a string from his clothes.

"Mom went out to look for a job a few days ago, and it's not time for her to go home yet." He opened the door and found me a pair of old cotton slippers.

I quietly observed the situation in the house.

The house is fairly tidy, with no dust on the floor.There are several gaps on the edge of the wooden table, which should have been pulled out by the metal belt buckle of the belt of the male master who ate in prison.

The ashtray on the table is half-cracked, and several buttons are missing from the men's jacket hanging outside the window, which might all be found in my small jar.

Jason put the meal on the table, "Sit on the sofa, I'll pour you tea."

He found the dry kettle, and ran to the kitchen to get a pot of water in his slippers, "This kettle is very old, it will take a while to boil the water, just wait."

I noticed a small schoolbag in the corner of the sofa, which was bulging and stuffed with textbooks, "Are you in school?"

"That's right." He stepped on the stool and ran to find tea in the cupboard. "The school is very good, and going to school is very interesting."

The snoring of the kettle covered his ears, and Jason was so focused on looking for something that he didn't hear the slight sound coming from the bedroom.

I turned my ears to identify it carefully, and confirmed that it was the sound of a person's heavy breathing, accompanied by a small groan.

I touched the ring on my hand, and secretly raised some guard, "Jason, are you sure there is no one in your house?"

Jason turned his head blankly, stood on a small stool and looked towards the bedroom, "Mom, are you at home?"

He hopped off the stool and ran into the bedroom, his tone first surprise, then doubt, then panic.

"Mom. Mom? Mom!"

The situation was not good, I rushed into the bedroom and saw Jason kneeling in front of a woman lying on the floor, pushing the woman's shoulder helplessly, "Wake up, what's wrong with you?"

"Let me see." I knelt beside her and held the woman's neck.

The thin woman had a strange smile on her face, her eyes widened blankly, looking at the corner of the ceiling.

I looked back at the ceiling and there was nothing.

Her heart was beating extremely fast, and she was so excited that she couldn't even hear Jason calling her.The woman was limp on the ground as if she had no bones, and neither Jason nor I could lift her up.

I pulled up her sleeve without expecting, and saw several needle holes on her arm.One of them hadn't gone away, and she'd probably just given herself a needle just before Jason came home.

I bit the inside of my cheek and found the tricky part of the problem.

In Jason's eyes, the mother who went out to work had a high probability of being addicted to drugs.