Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I heard someone talking in my ear.The sound is far away, as if listening to the whistle of a ship on the sea under the sea.

I'm tired and just want to rest and not be disturbed.

I moved my fingers as hard as I could, but I didn't know how much movement I made.Deep tiredness swept over me, I stopped paying attention to the movement of the outside world, and let myself fall into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, a ray of skylight leaked into the bottom of the sea.I struggled to lift my eyelids, and the outlines of things appeared in the whiteness in front of me.

A gust of wind blew past my nose, I turned my head and saw a man standing in front of the window, pushing the window open.

He was wearing a black shirt and turned his head when he heard the movement, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes that people would never forget once they saw them, and there were sharp blades hidden in them.

He walked towards me, opening and closing his mouth as if to say something.

I didn't have the strength to recognize it, and closed my eyes again under the urging of sleepiness.

This process has been repeated several times, and it has been three months since I fully regained consciousness.

It was Christmas day when I boarded the cruise ship, and there was still a lot of snow falling in the sky the night before.Now that spring has come, the flower basket delivered to my hospital bed has fresh dewdrops on the petals.

It took me almost a week of waking and sleeping to figure out what was going on.

That day, the undercover agent arranged by the clown activated the backup master controller of the bomb, and all the hostages on board were blown to pieces in front of Bruce.At the moment of dying, the magic weapon hidden in my left eye repaired our bodies and made me survive with them.

The body of my magic weapon is the crystallization of a phoenix tear.This large-scale repair and energy transmission exhausted all the energy it had accumulated before. It is like the miracle of so many people's resurrection, and it cannot happen again in a short time.

The energy loss that cannot be filled by the magic weapon is paid by ourselves.

Other people who received treatment that day showed symptoms of memory disturbance one after another. At most, they could only remember what happened before boarding the ship, and some people's memories even went back to a year ago.

Bruce disguises what happened by faking it into the fact that the clown gas did damage to our brain neurons.

And I was the last one to wake up, and I didn't regain my sanity until the beginning of spring.Master Gu Yi said that it was due to the excessive consumption of my spiritual power and the influence of my soul on my body, which caused me to spontaneously enter dormancy under the influence of the magic weapon.

Even if I am a soul from the original universe, this huge loss will take years of recuperation to make up.

Fortunately, in this game with the clown, we were the ones who won.Maybe he was unscrupulous enough, but we didn't succumb to his madness.

Harvey is now serving time in prison, and the soul of Two-Face has not returned to his body, but he still has to pay for the crime he once committed.

Bruce hired a highly skilled plastic surgeon to restore his face.It is said that he is currently studying hard in prison, trying to reduce his sentence as soon as possible by relying on his excellent performance.

During the time I woke up, Bruce and Pepper basically took turns in my ward during the hospital observation period, followed by Dick and Jason, and then Tim who sneaked in.

In the past three months, Dick's housework ability has improved by leaps and bounds. He already has two-thirds of Jason's business ability and can beat three-half of Bruce.

When Jason peeled the apples, the peels were constantly peeled, and the pulp would be cut into rows of cute bunnies and placed on the fruit plate.

Dick could peel a whole apple, the flesh cut into just eight pieces and arranged in a flower.

Tim doesn't peel the apples, he and I sit on the bed and wait for the two older boys to peel the apples and bring them to us.Simply put, he is only responsible for holding and opening his mouth.

Bruce doesn't peel apples either, because he is good at being lazy, and usually buys the fruit plate that has been cut.

He's here a lot, sometimes bringing Wayne Enterprises projects to my bedside to work on.I saw him dealing with work matters, and then I remembered that I didn't know what happened to Gotham Charity Federation during the three months I was in a coma.

"All projects are running normally, and the college student assistance plan you submitted is being piloted at Gotham University. The current situation is good."

Bruce said, looking away from the computer, "Don't be surprised, I'm also the honorary vice president of the Charity Federation."

"But you've never been involved with a charity before." I poke a piece of stemmed strawberry with a toothpick. "Are you going to start a business fight with me?"

He helped me tuck the quilt up helplessly, "I just think that you will be happier when you wake up seeing that your hard work was not in vain."

I stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, "Thank you, Wayne, who is known for his hard work."

He swallowed the strawberries silently, then lowered his eyes to look at the computer, typing on the keyboard with his fingers, looking very busy.

I propped my chin with my hands, watching him busy with work in boredom.

"This is the time since we met, you are the most obsessed with work." I pointed.

He's really good at being dumb, and sometimes that annoys me, making me wonder if I can turn his jaw black with a punch.

I touched the hanging ring on my finger and searched for suitable spells in my mind.

Suspected to feel threatened, Bruce no longer pretended to be deaf and dumb. He was silent for a while, turned off the computer, and made it clear that he wanted to have a serious talk with me.

I know his awkward character very well, and I quickly stuffed his mouth with strawberries.

It's a pity, today's strawberry is very sweet, I like it very much.

Look at that soft and kissable mouth, why can't you speak human words?

"I suggest you think carefully before speaking, because I don't like to dwell on issues that have been agreed on long ago."

I propped my chin, "That's a waste of each other's time."

There was a trace of fatigue on Bruce's face, he turned his head and avoided my eyes, "This kind of thing will only happen more and more in the future."

He squeezed between his brows, "One day, you won't want to live this kind of life."

I don't know who he's trying to convince, but he can't convince me anyway.I thought he was saying to himself, "You deserve a happier and more comfortable life."

I put my fingers against his lips, and simply cut off his chance to speak, "As you can see, I am a patient recovering from a serious illness with a fragile mind, and now I can't bear any mental and physical stimulation."

"It's immoral and inconsiderate to ask a patient to enlighten you. I think I should be self-willed appropriately, otherwise you may treat me as a free psychiatrist to solve your psychological problems just like now."

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the back of the bed.

I can do a lot for Bruce, but I can do a lot more than just him.

I have seen his passive and paranoid nature early on, and know that he is always angry and always moving forward.Therefore, I am not stingy to take one step, two steps, and three steps towards him. No matter who makes me disappoint, I am fascinated by him.

But a solved problem, I will not give the second answer, nor accept the second answer.

He can be confused and uneasy, and he can also be entangled, but he must know that I am not the only one walking forward on this road.If he doesn't catch up, one day he will fall behind me and be far away from me.

I clasped my hands and said calmly, "The doctor estimates that I will be discharged from the hospital in three days. If you don't want to understand, I will leave these three days to you."

I looked away and saw a bird fly by the window.

"In three days, I hope you can give me a clear answer. Since you are busy with work, don't come to me for these three days."

I rang the bedside bell and waited for the nurse to come and give me a basic daily checkup.

Bruce was silent, packed his things, and left the ward without saying a word.I glanced at the strawberries on the table, and pushed the plate away a little out of sight and out of mind.

Knowing what was going on between us, Dick carefully stayed by my bedside, speaking well of Bruce.

"During the time you were unconscious, he was in a hurry."

The little boy tried his best to pretend to be objective, "He even went to the Himalayas alone, and left Afu and me in the manor—I don't mean to complain."

"It's so annoying."

Jason snorted coldly, squeezed Dick away and handed the peeled little rabbit apple to my hand, "Lucy is rich and beautiful, after we break up, I can go to the bar and spend a hundred dollars to order two handsome guys who speak nicely and are gentle. "

Is it because Willis brought too much psychological shadow to him, or there is a problem with Catherine's education method.

Jason is only five years old, why does he speak in the same tone as the neighborhood committee aunt I knew in my previous life?

I knocked the heads of the two boys lightly, "You guys worry too much, be careful you will get bald in the future."

I whispered demonically, "Just like Alfred."

They all showed terrified expressions, and their hands that were about to reach out to cover their hair stopped in the air for a long time.

Bruce didn't show up for three days and everything I needed was brought to me by Dick and Jason.

Today is the day I leave the hospital, and Pepper will pick me up later and take me back to the cottage.

Before Bruce showed up, Dick ran over with Jason early in the morning, almost suffocating the little old lady with everything he wanted to say.

Until Tim and Janet both showed up in the ward to congratulate me on my discharge, the person who should come didn't know which corner of the sky was a satellite.

I couldn't take it anymore, "Dick, lend me your phone."

I dialed his number, and as soon as the call was connected, I said bluntly, "I'm not a person who likes to persecute others, but I'm also not happy when others fool me."

"It's [-]:[-] in the morning, and Pepper will arrive at [-]:[-]. I haven't seen you before that, so I assume we'll make a clean break from now on, and you're not allowed to meddle in any of my affairs."

"If you come here, we'll get married directly."

After finishing speaking in one breath, I quickly hung up the phone and turned off the phone without giving him a chance to refute, and shrugged at the surprised eyes of everyone, "I've been in the hospital for too long, and my temper is a bit grumpy."

10 minutes is long or not, short or not.I tapped my fingers to count the time, and everyone present seemed more restless than me.

At 59:[-], someone pushed open the door of the ward.

Dick almost jumped up with excitement, and sighed loudly and rudely when he saw that it was Pepper.

I stepped on the slippers next to the hospital bed and said calmly, "The things were packed last night, let's go."

Just as I was about to stand up, suddenly a huge tornado slammed open the closed door of the ward.

Everyone turned to look at the door, and Bruce hurriedly held the door to prevent himself from bumping into Jason at the door.

A bead of sweat hung embarrassingly on his messy forehead hair, trembled twice and fell down.

He stood up straight, looked around blankly, his eyes fell on me, and explained in a daze as if his brain had been eaten by a zombie, "I rushed here from the ribbon-cutting scene for the opening of the mall."

On behalf of the mall, I kindly asked, "Did you cut it?"

He said blankly, "It was cut early."

He stood there motionless for a long time, blocking the door for us intimately. I thought he was coming to sing me a breakup love song.

Dick whispered anxiously, "Propose, propose!"

As if waking up from a dream, Bruce took two steps forward and half knelt down in front of me in a hospital gown.

The voice is crisp, and I mourn for his knees.

He fumbled around his body, but found nothing. He could only half-kneel and look at me in embarrassment.

Dick just wished he could kick the 210 pounds away and play for his adoptive father.

Jason sighed, picked out a baby's breath from the flower basket Joshua sent, and wove it into a small ring.

Dick quickly gave Bruce the finger ring, and Bruce pinched the finger ring and finally found his lines.

He handed the ring to me, looked up at me, my shadow was clearly visible in his jewel-like blue eyes, "Will you marry me?"

With a smile on my face, I lifted my hand forward and raised my chin, "Okay."