Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"You're back together," Pepper affirmed on the phone.

I made a gesture of guilt and coughed a few times, "No, that's just a rumor from the tabloids."

It's a pity that Pepper knows me as much as I know her. She said, "It's not getting back together, it's on the way to get back together."

She joked, "Did Lawyer Matthew squat in the corner and wipe his tears?"

"He's squatting in the corner and counting the money happily." I flicked my nails, "I don't want to send money to Joshua."

When I was talking about this, Bruce's message popped up on the phone screen, I cut out the call interface and clicked on it.

He sent two photos.The first picture shows a jaw with teeth marks.The second photo was of a ball on the couch, which I identified as Dick curled up into a caterpillar laughing.

Without any words, the accusations are palpable.

I typed confidently, "This is the price you pay for harassing single women, sir, Director Gordon is ashamed of you."

"Thanks to you, Joshua is now the richest paparazzi in the United States. Tony has to subscribe to a newspaper every day, and only read his serialized entertainment section."

Pepper said that there was a hint of admiration in the conversation, "Do you know how rare it is for people like Tony to read paper newspapers?"

"He doesn't have a lot of gossip, right?" I muttered, "Tony Stark is a big fat sheep when it comes to giving money to Yuji."

Pepper said with emotion, "I heard that he intends to start his own company recently, and he may retire soon and go behind the scenes."

Joshua, how dull the entertainment life of the American people would be without you.

The new year is approaching, and I plan to try to implement the Gotham College Student Support Program next year and conduct the first batch of trial operations.

Years ago, the charity associations only had to be busy with the adoption family return visit plan and annual summary. The real waste of time was the various boring banquets led by various charity associations.I was so busy that I put on a professional fake smile and toasted my fake friendship with a group of passers-by at various receptions every day.

Catherine is self-reliant under the supervision of Jason and Leslie. I have contacted Leslie a few times and she told me that Catherine's withdrawal was severe, accompanied by pain and insomnia.Fortunately, Catherine's physical fitness is good, and there are no other complications caused by frailty.

If things go well, at least Catherine can live a normal life after quitting drugs.As much as I resent her, she was a good mother when she was sober, otherwise Jason wouldn't be so attached to her.

In fact, the method of self-directed detoxification is only suitable for early-stage addicts, and I soon received a call one day.

It was Jason on the phone.The child's voice was mixed with crying. He tried his best to suppress his emotions and clearly described the situation to me, "Mom just robbed the family of money and ran away. I don't know where she went."

I heard running footsteps, and hurriedly told him, "Are you outside? Don't run around, go to the clinic to find Leslie, and I will be there soon."

I was at a dinner held at a charity event, and I didn’t even have time to change my clothes when I received the call. I put on a coat and wrapped my evening gown, found a hidden place without surveillance, opened the portal and left in a hurry.

Catherine must have taken the money to buy medicine from the pharmacist, but there is a deep drug sales chain hidden in the East District, and the three of us alone cannot find Catherine.

Only when you are looking for someone do you know the location tracker is good.For a fraction of a second, I forgive Bruce for positioning Stoka in my earrings.

I teleported outside Leslie's clinic and rushed into it on high heels.Jason was sitting on the lounge chair, his forehead was wrapped in a bandage, and Leslie was holding up the medicine tray for him to disinfect.

Anger burned my heart, mixed with guilt and regret, "She hurt you, didn't she? You didn't catch up to her because you lost consciousness."

"No," Jason clenched his hand, his eyes dodged, and his lips tightened, "I accidentally dropped it myself."

I did not pursue his cover-up for Catherine.Jason's skills are very flexible, but he lacks professional training compared to Dick.When Catherine snatched the money and ran away, he probably wanted to step forward to stop it, but was pushed away by his mother and bumped into a certain place.

From the day she accepted the drug, Catherine was no longer his mother.

I took a deep breath, and my first priority was to find Catherine and stop her relapse.

I half-kneeled in front of Jason and held onto his shoulders, "Do you remember the people your mother has been in touch with recently, and the medicine she bought may be among them."

Jason's guilt deepened, "I don't know, my mother doesn't let me have contact with them. There are very few people at home, and my mother always goes out to work."

I pinched my forehead with a headache, and Jason bit his lips, "She was fine the past few days, we tried very hard to keep her from getting into drugs. Mom would lock herself in the room when her drug addiction kicked in." , I was afraid that she would be hungry, so I specially stuffed some snacks in her clothes."

Snacks.I recalled the last time I went to Jason's house, let alone snacks, it was very difficult to find anything that could fill my stomach.

I seemed to have found a little hope, and hurriedly grabbed Jason's shoulder, "Is it the little snack I gave you last time?"

Jason nodded blankly.I breathed a sigh of relief, "Wait a minute, maybe I can find her."

I hurried out of the clinic, called Bruce, and cut to the chase without waiting for him to speak, "Can you find out where the lollipop is located?"

The voice over there stopped for a few seconds, "The positioning is moving, and I will send the position to your mobile phone."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." I hung up the phone without saying a word.

After Karma Taj learned the portal, in order to facilitate activities around Gotham, I wrote down the landmark buildings in various blocks of Gotham.

I didn't have time to change my high heels, so I stepped into the portal. Just as I was about to close the door, another little foot wearing worn-out sneakers rushed in recklessly, and was almost cut off by the portal.

Jason grabbed the corner of my coat, stared in horror at the portal that disappeared into Mars, and then firmly grasped the corner of my coat, "I want to find my mother too."

I knocked the child on the head helplessly, but I couldn't throw him back through the portal, so I could only hold the child in one hand and run to the location with the mobile phone in the other.

Behind some garbage dump in a dark alley, we see Catherine and Medicine Head.

I covered Jason's eyes to prevent him from seeing the ugly scene in front of him.

Catherine knelt at Yaotou's feet, trembling all over, with a psychedelic smile on the corner of her mouth.She doesn't look like an adult with autonomous actions, but like a livestock raised by drug bosses for money.

The woman sitting on the hospital bed begging me seemed to be a shadow reflected on the water, which would shatter at the touch of a finger.

And Yaotou was leaning against the wall, counting money contentedly with a cigarette in his mouth.

The little body under my hands was shaking, and my palms were wet with some kind of liquid.Catherine shattered Jason's illusions yet again, just when the kid thought his life was about to get better.

Yaotou found us and looked up at us.He didn't recognize Jason, but instead focused on me in my overcoat and tuxedo.

He looked lewdly and evilly, and walked towards me step by step, "Ah, miss, are you lost here?"

I held down Jason, who was about to rush out, without speaking, like a docile lamb waiting for the drug head to approach me.

Just when he was only one step away from me, I suddenly reached out and patted his chest.

The strength is not heavy, it should be said to be weak compared to Batman's iron fist.But Yaotou's body fell quickly, limp on the ground as if he had lost consciousness.

My eyes could see his soul standing blankly next to his body, scratching and shouting at the body on the ground in fear, trying to squeeze himself back into the body.

I took out Stark's magnetic handcuffs from my handbag, handcuffed the two handcuffs on Yaotou's body, and called the Gotham Police Department, "This is No. 155 Park Road, East Side. I am reporting someone for drug trafficking. Goods sale."

After saying the address, I looked at Catherine who was curled up on the ground in embarrassment.She was immersed in hallucinations, unaware of what was happening around her.

I didn't pull away the hand in front of Jason's eyes.To prevent him from seeing Catherine's ugliness was not to preserve Catherine's decency, but to protect a child's last illusion of the role of mother.

I sighed, "Jason, we made a deal. If your mom doesn't keep the promise, I'll send her to rehab."

Jason took my hand away from her eyes, he wiped away the water marks from the corners of his eyes, and stared at Catherine steadfastly.

"Thank you for your help." He thanked me.

Although he is only four or five years old and only a few years older than Tim, he has experienced so much.Life never seemed to be good enough for him.

Catherine stayed overnight at Leslie's small clinic, and the next day we took her to rehab, where she would first be in therapy and then in isolation for several months.

Before she entered the drug rehabilitation center, she seemed to finally remember her mother's identity.Instead of letting Jason watch her back, she begged Leslie and me to give her a ride while Jason was at school.

Catherine wasn't there, and I didn't intend to let Jason live in the slums alone. After discussing with Leslie, I took him back to the cottage after school and made him a cup of hot cocoa.

The child sat on the sofa, holding a cup and sipping a drink.

I pressed his head and rubbed it vigorously, "Don't say anything else, don't just run into suspicious circles next time, it's too dangerous."

I rumpled Jason's hair into a mess of weeds. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Is that magic?"

"It's a spell," I corrected.

"Then can I learn?"

"You can't ask me about this. The sect where I belong doesn't allow casual rumors." I scratched his nose, "When you grow up, you can visit the master in person. After learning the spell, just come back and work for me."

"You're a black-hearted capitalist." He muttered, sipping hot cocoa. "It's illegal to employ child labor."

I smiled slightly, and the doorbell of the villa was rang at this moment.

I saw from the video doorbell that Bruce had just retracted his hand, Dick was poking his head out on the left, and Tim was grabbing Dick's clothes on the right.

The three stood outside the door, and Dick hid behind Bruce, calling into the microphone, "Open the door Lulu, we know you're inside."

Is it my illusion, I think Dick's tone is a bit strange.

I opened the door, "Why are you here, why is Tim with you?"

The two children changed their shoes and ran into the living room first, and they did not forget to say hello to me, "Good evening, Lulu! We are here to bring you a big meal made by Ah Fu!"

Bruce showed a tired look with a child, "The Drakes are on a business trip, and Tim is temporarily entrusted to Wayne Manor to take care of."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Ah Fu made dinner, and the two children said they would come to play with you, and bring you Ah Fu's roast chicken with orange peel."

His eyes drifted, "Two children, it's too scary."

I didn't speak because there were more than two children present.

Just as I was desperately trying to say something in my head, there were a few exclamations from children in the living room.

I let out a long sigh and followed curious Bruce to peer in.

Dick carrying the basket, Tim following Dick like a duckling, and Jason sitting on the sofa looked at each other with three pairs of blue eyes.

Bruce patted me on the shoulder with an inexplicable tone, "Why do you have a child here?"

Well, do you have the nerve to ask me this question?

Are you really ashamed, Mr. Wayne, a maiden adopted son?