Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

After explaining that Jason is my friend's kid who recently stayed at our house, the three young boys quickly bonded.

Three black-haired heads sat in rows on the carpet in front of the sofa, staring intently at "Tom and Jerry" on the TV.Three-year-old, five-year-old and eight-year-old are equally fascinated.

Bruce and I cleaned up the messy dining table.I have to say that he really deserves to be a man raised by a housekeeper. I can still find a human being who is more clumsy than me in housework, and Alfred is a must.

We put all the dishes in the dishwasher, and to match its horrible cleanliness, I didn't buy any painted dishes.

Bruce made an envious voice, "It's really convenient."

I turned my head and saw the thoughtful light in his blue eyes, and asked curiously, "Don't tell me Wayne Manor can't afford a dishwasher."

"Ah Fu is a traditional British gentleman." Bruce said in a subtle tone, "He is a handwashing sect who believes that parents and children can enhance their relationship by doing housework together."

I took this to mean that he and Dick often stood at the sink to exchange affection.

Batman, is washing dishes more difficult than going to Arkham to catch criminals?

The kitchen is on the first floor, and the view from the window is facing the garden outside the villa.It is winter now, and the garden is deserted, with no flowers blooming, only some evergreen shrubs for decoration.

On a whim, a question came to my mind, "Why did you approach me when there were so many people at the dinner we first met? Because I was the cover girl of the month?"

Bruce tried to evade, pushing the question back to me, "You gladly agreed to my request for a relationship."

I raised his chin, looked at this perfect face, and said as a matter of course, "Of course it's because you are good-looking and have a good figure. Otherwise, would I want your money?"

I thought about it, and changed my mind, "It's not impossible to make money. The second uncle might be very happy to see me embezzling Wayne's family property."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands on my waist, and easily lifted me up to sit on the counter, making me meet his eyes.

Wearing the cotton slippers I wear at home, I kicked his knee lightly, "Don't change the subject, please answer my question directly."

"Gordon needs a persistent police officer like you."

He looked away, and I grabbed the tie relentlessly, "To be fair, I said my answer, and you have to say yours."

Someone who was half a head taller than me began to dodge his eyes left and right, flexibly as if he was playing Super Mario with his eyes.

I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer, with a rising voice, "Huh?"

He took advantage of my movement of pulling him closer, quickly approached, kissed my lips like a dragonfly, and left again.

Bruce seemed to think that this would fool the catastrophe, and looked around, "Shall we go and see them in the living room?"

"Did you misunderstand me?" I raised my eyebrows, "I'm not the kind of little girl who can get away with a kiss?"

I tugged on his tie and pulled him towards me.

A few minutes later, I kicked his knee again, "Say it?"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, he coughed lightly, "Tulip."

Um, what do you mean?

Finding that I didn't understand, he suggested, "At the party we met, the flowers used for decoration were white tulips."

"I remember that," I twirled my fingers around his tie, "but what does it have to do with me, are you going to tell me you're a tulipophile?"

Bruce rubbed his forehead and sewed his mouth shut.

It wasn't until I tugged at his tie in dissatisfaction that he reluctantly said, "There was a bouquet of white tulips decorated behind the booth where you were sitting that day."

"and then?"

In the face of my questioning, he was unwilling to open his mouth no matter what, and was determined to take the dumb dutifully to the end.

Just when I was about to lose my patience and use my trick, several suppressed "wow" came from the direction of the door.

There were three heads hanging by the door, neatly arranged from top to bottom.Three pairs of bright blue eyes looked at us expectantly, like three little birds huddled on a branch and tilting their heads to look at someone coming.

Bruce took the opportunity to get away, untied his tie, and discarded the expensive fabric that cost several hundred dollars.

"Children don't pay attention to adults' affairs." He said to himself guiltyly, holding Dick in one hand and Jason in the other, followed by a laughing Tim, and fled the kitchen as if fleeing.

I sat on the counter and hummed dissatisfiedly, "Oh, you're so awkward."

After consulting with Leslie and Jason, we agreed that it would be most appropriate for Jason to stay with me while Catherine was in rehab.Dick and Tim were about his age, and the three boys were perfect playmates.

Dick is worthy of being a former starlet in the circus, not only Tim, but even Jason is his little fan.

Jason usually hides it very well, never showing surprise and expectation in front of Dick.Only in private, I've seen him sneak the little treats Dick and Tim brought him under his pillow, reluctant to eat them.

I found time to go to rehab to apply, and met Catherine through the glass.

The gentle woman looked haggard, and the nurse told me that her withdrawal reaction was very serious. Fortunately, she is gradually getting rid of her dependence on drugs, and she might be able to be discharged normally in a few months.

Holding the phone, she solemnly thanked me, "Thank you, Miss Lucille."

"I'm just doing the best I can," I said, "What are your plans when you come out?"

She was silent, and I sighed slightly, "Catherine, forgive me for investigating your family background without authorization, you still have family members alive, don't you plan to meet them?"

She pondered for a moment, then showed a bitter smile, "Thank you for your kindness, I'll forget it. I'm afraid they won't accept Jason, but I don't want to give him up."

She makes her own decision, and it's not easy for me to interfere, so I can only nod, "Don't worry, Jason is staying with me temporarily, he's safe."

Most charities in Gotham do not accept applications from people with a history of drug use.This is also one of the reasons why Catherine was reluctant to enter a drug rehabilitation center before.Without jobs and subsidies, her and Jason's future life will be difficult.

Leslie may be willing to accept that she stays in the clinic as a helper and I can figure out how to deal with Jason's schooling.Although it is very difficult, the life of their mother and child can always be on the right track.

A day in winter ends very quickly, and every time I return to the villa, I can see the heavy sky outside the window.Gotham is a city that rarely sees sunlight. The buildings stitch together a jagged undulation in the sky, cutting the setting sun and dusk.

Jason and I hid in the warm little villa. He sat in the living room and did his homework, while I reclined on the sofa to read today's report, or choose the takeaway on my mobile phone.

I didn't agree to Bruce's reunion, so Alfred, a worried old man, prepared good meals from time to time and asked Bruce to drive them over.There are usually two little tails, Dick and Tim, in the car.

I am willing to let go and take Jason to Wayne Manor for Christmas, and Alfred will take at least half of the credit for the various small desserts he bought me.

On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, the car parked in front of my small villa. I locked the gate of the villa and turned on all the security systems.Jason, wearing a Christmas sweater, ran out of the courtyard to reunite with his friends like a hare rushing out of its burrow.

The Drakes rushed back to the manor for the holidays before Christmas, and packed Tim, who was reluctant to leave, into the car with a suppressed smile.Only Bruce and Dick picked us up today.

When I got in the car, two little heads in the back seat were whispering together.

I heard Jason suddenly say unhappily, "You have bruises on your arms, did someone beat you at school, I can beat you back together."

Dick immediately denied, "No, no one bullied me, I can fight well."

He patted his chest to assure, and also sought Bruce's approval, "I'm very good, right, Bruce."

Suspiciously, I sensed that the young adoptive father who had been brought in to guarantee the ticket gave me an unobtrusive glance and hummed softly, "You've got a long way to go, Dick."

My gut tells me that Bruce and Dick have some manly little secret they're keeping from me.But today is Christmas, and I decided to let them go for a while.

Knowing that we were spending the holidays at Wayne Manor, the happiest person was undoubtedly Alfred.The old man looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally he looked forward to a bustling day in Wayne Manor.

He stood under the gorgeously decorated oversized Christmas tree in the garden, wiped away tears that didn't exist with a handkerchief, and said with emotion on the surface, "I thought I'd never see more than one child running around in the manor in my life, Who made Master Bruce the only child."

Bruce pretended he didn't hear, and pushed Jason's and me's luggage through the gate of the mansion.

I gave the prepared tea to Alfred, "This is thank you for the delicious food you have prepared for us during this time,"

I blinked, "Bruce is in the hands of the Christmas present, he will help me put it under the tree, tomorrow you just need to open it to know what it is."

Alfred took the tea and smiled at me gratifiedly, "Master told me that you liked the roast chicken that you sent over last time. I must tell you that freshly roasted chicken is even more delicious."

We walked into the room side by side, and Alfred closed the door, shutting out the cold wind outside.

In the warm, spring-like room, Dick and Jason were lying on the carpet, playing a game of checkers that Dick had been fond of lately.Next to the rug is a smaller Christmas tree nearly two meters high that Wayne Manor placed in the indoor hall.Bruce is putting our presents under the tree.

I found that everything in front of me was no different from any family in the world.

There was still some time before dinner started, and I leaned on the bay window in the living room and looked out.In the shimmering sky, pure white snow flakes float from top to bottom, and clumps of white are sprinkled in the dark gray of the sky as the background.

The first snowflake fell on the top of the tallest Christmas tree in the yard, then the second, and the third.

One hand stuffed the steaming black tea into my hand.Bruce stood behind me. "It's snowing."

"I heard that the first snow is a good time to give gifts," I looked up at him, "Shouldn't you show something?"

He silently took out a flat box from the interlayer of his suit, and opened it in front of me, revealing a whole set of emerald jewelry.

I seemed to have a feeling, and raised my eyebrows higher and higher, "Full set, positioning, are you serious?"

He took out a brand new mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to the hand that was not serving the tea.

Seriously, is he Doraemon?

"It has the location of my subcutaneous tracking locator, and it is also connected to the camera on my mask, so you can know my location at any time. The iris fingerprint voiceprint triple unlocking, the destruction command is the day we first met plus you initials."

Bruce looked at me, lowered his eyes suddenly, then looked back for a while, didn't speak, just stood in front of me holding a box quietly.

"I won't accuse you of buying and selling by force." I put down the teacup and mobile phone, took the box and fiddled with the gemstones on the necklace, "Then do you have any gifts you want?"

He looked at me, reached over and put the necklace around my neck, "I just want you to be safe."

Snowflakes were flying outside the window, hitting the window and melting into crystal drops.I looked up at him and saw Bruce was looking at me like he was trying to hide me in his pupils.