Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"I went through high school again."

I sat in the passenger seat and rubbed my temples, "If I close my eyes now, the Riddler's babble will appear in my head, can the Riddler get out of Gotham?"

"His riddles are not interesting." Bruce pretended not to understand the point of my words.

We waited outside the school for Dick to leave, black Bentleys and various snack carts selling groceries scrambling for a narrow off-campus lane.

He rummaged through a box of yogurt in the car freezer and handed it to me, "This brand of yogurt is very close to the taste of Ah Fu's."

I narrowed my eyes to look at Bruce, and raised my eyebrows to accept his other overtures.

While we were talking, the school bell rang, and the noisy human voices overflowed like boiling water from a boiling kettle.

The students carried schoolbags, first in twos and threes, and then in groups and groups walked out of the campus.

Bruce rolled down the window, trying to find Dick among the sardine-like stream of students pouring out of the school.

Looking out over his shoulder, I saw Dick, Jason, and Barbara walking together on the side walk.

The three children walked together, carrying schoolbags, chatting without saying a word, and occasionally showing a smile.

This scene made me lean on Bruce's shoulder and sigh, "They are so cute, this is youth."

Dick stopped at the edge of the flower bed when suddenly he leaned halfway in and grabbed something.

He put his hand in front of Barbara, and opened his hand in the girl's curious eyes. A small butterfly flapped its wings and flew out of his palm, brushing over the girl's red hair.

Jason, who was a few grades lower than them, showed a strange look behind them, like a poor puppy who was betrayed.

Bruce and I were silent when we saw this scene.

Bruce had a complicated expression, "...you are indeed young."

I passed him and rolled up the car window, "Come on, Dick doesn't need us to pick him up from school and delay his flirting."

Dick was very displeased at us temporarily abandoning him to dinner in the restaurant, and since he was sent back to the manor by Barbara's father Gordon himself, I am not at all apologetic.

Also at the age of elementary school, Jason is a nerd who is obsessed with learning.Not to mention catching butterflies for girls, during the time he stayed at my house temporarily, I wasn't even sure if he knew any girls.

I contacted Leslie every few days to ask how he and Catherine were doing, and after Catherine came out of rehab, they were unsurprisingly better off.

The poisonous boss who always pestered Catherine was sent to prison by Gordon.She works part-time in Leslie's clinic. It is said that she has studied basic medical care during this period, and plans to sign up for the registered nurse license exam in a while.

Jason will go to the clinic to help with Catherine when he has time. The boy's hands are very dexterous, and his learning progress in this area is not much behind Catherine.

Sometimes he would call the manor, and at Dick's kind invitation, he would coyly go to the manor to play.

Occasionally, he would tell us about the troubles of the little boy. For example, recently, a man who behaved suspiciously kept talking to Catherine.

Jason thought very carefully that the man had a sharp mouth and a cheeky face, and he had bad intentions at first glance, and he was not a good person.

"Is there a conflict between the sharp-mouthed monkey's cheeks and the full face?"

I tapped the boy on the head. "It's good to be vigilant, but it's not to be prejudiced."

Jason covered his head, grinned at me, grinned, and ran away in aggrieved manner, muttering to his friends from the same camp.

I called Catherine, and the woman on the other end lowered her voice and explained to me, "Sorry for worrying you. Don't let Jason know about this for now?"

"Oh." I understood, "What does he look like, what is his personality, is he a native of Gotham?"

"We don't mean that."

Catherine smiled wryly, "He is a private detective who has accepted the entrustment of my family to investigate my current situation."

No wonder trying to hide it from Jason, I asked, "Are you planning to go back and meet them?"

"I haven't seen them for many years." Catherine said vaguely.

"It's all right to meet them," I said, "since they're willing to ask a private eye for information about you, they might want to meet you too."

This may be my bias, but I consider myself a barely objective person.

In Catherine's world without Willis, she can live happily.I hope Willis dies in prison peacefully and doesn't come out to harm Jason and Catherine.

Catherine sighed softly, "I will try to contact him."

"Set my phone as an emergency contact," I urged, "just let me know if something goes wrong, and I will rush to your side immediately."

In view of the special situation of Catherine, I have been paying attention to her situation during this time.

She secretly made a phone call with her family members without telling Jason. I thought this would be an opportunity for her life to get back on track, but I didn't expect the situation to be unsatisfactory.

Catherine and I leaned against the back wall of the clinic to chat.

She wore a simple T-shirt and trousers over a Leslie white coat.After getting rid of the influence of drugs, she gradually showed her original beauty and gentleness, and she is a woman who is easy to fall in love with.

"They found out about my previous situation and wanted me to go back to my hometown to live with them."

Catherine wondered, "But they don't want Jason. They expressed their willingness to pay a child support fee, keep Jason in a foster family or a boarding school, and break away from me from then on."

I frowned in displeasure, "This request is a bit unreasonable. Can you discuss it with them, it is too heartless to leave a child in Gotham."

Catherine rubbed her face wearily, looked left and right to confirm that there was no eavesdropper nearby, and said in a low voice, "They did a careful investigation on me and found out that Jason is not my child."

She seemed unwilling to continue, and was forced to speak by the current situation.

"Jason is the son of Willis and his ex-girlfriend. To them, he's just a blemish on me. I'm raising a kid for a scumbag."

Catherine took out a slip of paper with a phone number written on it from the pocket of her white coat, touched the handwriting on it with nostalgia, and then tore it up mercilessly.

"They don't understand that Jason is my son. No matter whose blood is flowing in his veins, I will never give up on him as I watch him grow up."

She threw the confetti into the trash can, and closed her eyes wearily, "That's it, I hope they can forgive me, a woman who has no feelings."

It is difficult for me to judge other people's family affairs, so I can only pat Catherine on the shoulder.

"Your life is getting better. I believe they can't understand what happened to Jason."

Catherine forced a smile, "I hope so."

Intellectually, Catherine would be better off returning to her family.

Gotham and Willis almost destroyed her, and she will get a fresh start when she goes back, enjoying life again as a decent and kind rich lady.

And Jason can be entrusted to me and Bruce, or Leslie, to take care of him temporarily.After waiting for a long time, her family may not be able to accept such a well-behaved and sensible child as Jason.

This is the best choice.

However, emotionally speaking, she and Jason do not want to be separated, and the mother and son have gone too far to support each other.Letting them separate suddenly is a kind of harm to both of them.

What's more, because of Willis, Catherine's family had no choice but to blame him.A child should not take on the malice of his scumbag father.

So Catherine made a choice based on her emotions and didn't choose the better path for herself, which I can understand.

However, things backfired and I got a call from Catherine not long after.

Jason is missing.

Catherine works in a small clinic and leaves the house earlier than Jason. Usually, she leaves Jason with breakfast for the day before leaving.In the evening, Jason would prepare dinner, sit at the dining table and do his homework until she came home.

It wasn't until she came home tonight that she realized that there was no one at home. The breakfast on the table was eaten clean, and the dishes and chopsticks were washed and placed in the cupboard.

The little boy left a note on the table.

"You go back with them. I'll take care of myself. Don't come looking for me."

"I know I'm not your child, but I'm happy to be your son."

"Thank you for taking care of me for so long, thank you mom."

Catherine opened her red eyes, "He ran to ask that private detective and he found out everything."

"Didn't you tell him before?"

Something buzzed in my temples, as if a hundred bees were flying inside my brain.

"I thought you said 'temporarily' only three or four days to get ready?"

Catherine's hands on her knees clenched the fabric of the clothes, "I thought... it was over and he didn't need to know about it."

I looked at the note with immature handwriting, "He is such a big kid."

At this time, I began to understand Bruce. The positioning device is really useful when looking for people. He is like a surveillance probe and a positioning tracker. There is a reason for his bad habits!

"Don't be in a hurry."

I comforted Catherine and said, "He took away some food at home and your group photo, so he should have made sufficient preparations. He is smart and will not suffer in a short time."

I took out the phone, "I'll help you find him, I have connections."

I called Bruce, my contact, and he answered right away.

"Are you trying to ask me where Jason is?" His tone was subtle, annoyed and funny mixed with a hint of strange appreciation.

I affirmed, "You know where he is."

Immediately I felt bad, being involved with Batman is not a good thing most of the time, "What's wrong with him?"

Was he robbed, or are those street gangsters trying to take him back as a pawn?

"Here," Bruce tried to describe to me, "he stole my tires."

It took me three seconds to react, "Which car?"

"The Batmobile."

Bruce said, with an eerie hint of joy at discovering a young genius, "pried away three of my tires, and issued an IOU, telling me to pay me back when I grow up."

My head stopped thinking for a while, and after a while I said like a fool who can't understand human words, "What is he doing with the tires of the Batmobile?"

"He wants to go to a boarding school, a boarding school for Mrs. Gunn's problem children."

Bruce laughed and said, "He wants to use the money to pay his tuition. So he issued an IOU, saying that he will work hard to save money in the future, and return the tire money to me."

He paused, "The interest will be calculated at [-]% per year, and it will be paid off within three years after becoming an adult."

He planned it out pretty well.

Jason is such a small talent.

I controlled my ferocious expression, grinned slowly, "Okay, let's send him in."