Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"Mrs. Gunn's boarding school is a training ground for juvenile delinquents, and our great Batman went there for several nights to eat burgers on the rooftop without realizing it."

I sighed, "Can you tell me which brand of burger is so delicious?"

The mute kept silent on the other end of the phone, probably racking his brains to find a way to restore his dignity.

It's a pity that he failed, "If you want to try it, I will take you to eat it next time."

"I took this as a date invitation."

I rolled around on the hotel bed with my arms around the pitch-black pillow, "It's so nice to go back to the time when I had a bed all to myself."

"Huh?" The hum was full of doubts, dissatisfaction and doubts.

I honestly said, "Sleeping in the same bed as you, I had nightmares for several nights, dreaming that I was crushed to death by a bear."

Friendly reminder, 210 pounds does not belong to the category of being as light as a swallow.Waking up to find that I was pressed under the quilt and under my arms and I can't breathe, it really makes people think that I have entered the stomach of a bear.

"Bear?" whispered over there.

I was so impressed by someone that he changed the subject, "So you went to investigate the situation, and not only was you imprisoned, but you were also saved by a five-year-old boy."

"He was just helping to point the way," Bruce emphasized, smiling, "but the talent and courage are obvious."

Under the supervision of Batman and the Gotham Police Department, Mrs. Gunn's Problem Children's School, a gang of juvenile delinquents, is undergoing rectification, and the principal, Gunn, is sent to prison.

Runaway five-year-old Jason has once again lost a shelter—even though it wasn't supposed to be a shelter in the first place.

Catherine took this opportunity to find him, and the mother and son had an open and frank talk.The end result is that Catherine leaves Gotham and returns to her family.As for Jason's whereabouts, Bruce is discussing with me.

"Be honest, have you written all the adoption applications?" I doubted, "The efficiency is too high."

"It depends on your wishes first," Bruce said, "I need to ask for your opinion."

"You still can't guess what I'm thinking?" I rubbed the pillow in my arms, "But I didn't forgive that kid. I'm still very angry that he didn't say a word about running away from home."

"This is what he has to face, not me." Bruce showed a ruthless adult face, "I am only responsible for signing the document."

I kindly reminded, "Abducting children is against the law, I don't want to sit still."

"Sit even?"

I lay on the pillow, moaning, "The so-called husband and wife are accomplices who bear the crime. No matter who makes a mistake, the other party must bear half of the crime."

I snapped my fingers, "Wouldn't I be at a disadvantage in this calculation?"

"It's not like that," Bruce said.

He didn't seem to be able to find a better angle of rebuttal, so he used another statement after careful consideration.

"It's more like the relationship between the actor and the audience. The audience is not necessarily the actor's confidant, but the audience who has enjoyed all the performances must understand the actor's dedication and inner world better than ordinary people."

"Are you hinting at me?"

"No." He denied.

I understood, "How about I bring you special desserts when I come back?"

"Three copies, one for each person."

When it comes to bargaining, it's not soft at all.

I was out on a business trip, and the news that Bruce had adopted a second adopted child in Gotham caused an uproar.

For a while, various speculations were rampant.

The mainstream theory of disharmony between husband and wife, the theory of open marriage with gossip, and the bizarre news of Bruce's infertility.These outrageous remarks once became my decompression artifact on the way to work overtime.

Bruce's gossip was once again raging in Gotham, and my name was also mentioned by many people.

I've been out of business for a while, and they're focusing on my role with Gotham Mercy.

Gotham Charity Federation, as a money laundering organization that used to be established, has a lot of internal corruption. Even the current president of me is a position bought with money.

Of course, I was scolded miserably by those beeping media all day long, second only to Bruce, who is only infertile in the forum.

Those messages made me roll in the hotel bed in the middle of the night and call Bruce to ask if I could open a portal to sack the host.

After marriage, Bruce, who was downgraded from a playboy to an open marriage owner, spoke calmly, "Knock down one, stand up two, and prepare three later, it's not worthwhile."

"One day I'll make them go bankrupt," I threatened gloomily.

"You can buy small talk media," Bruce said, "but you can't buy all media. The power of public opinion is greater than the superpowers of Kryptonians."

This man has never taken the media gossip and speculation to heart. It is better to say that this is part of his persona to distinguish "Baby Bruce" from "Batman".

Yet I have no superfluous secret identity to hide.

I shave my nails pickily, "It doesn't stop me from being unhappy."

Hanging up the blacklist was done in one go, I put the phone aside, put on lipstick in front of the mirror, clicked to go out, and went to the next company to negotiate.

Considering the distance issue, most of the internship positions arranged by the Charity Federation are in Gotham and New York, which is a short distance away.Most of the major companies I contacted were medium-sized companies in all walks of life in New York.

The negotiating party this time is a new newspaper "Clarion Daily".

It just so happens that today is their open day, and some areas of the 46th-floor building will be open to students who come to visit.

The cooperation itself is not controversial, I just came here to symbolically go through a process.After we signed the contract, owner Jameson shook my hand and invited me to visit their open area.

I was in no hurry to go back to Gotham, so I readily agreed.

It happened that a group of elementary school students lined up to visit under the guidance of the teacher, like a group of little ducks quacking next to their mother duck.

They chattered around the excellent reports and photos posted on the wall, and a large wave of radish heads crowded the aisles.

I raised my brows, and walked to the next floor they had visited.

There were obviously fewer people on the lower level. I was standing in front of the photographs on display, and a young man walked up to me quickly, "Good afternoon, Miss Crane."

The gray-haired, gray-eyed young man had a pleasing face.I am more familiar with his voice than his face.

The phrase "Igot this!" at the wedding is something I will never forget.

"Joshua, it's been a while since I saw your tabloid serialized."

I snorted, "Don't tell me, you have nothing to write without me."

Joshua scratched his head, "I'm resigned, now I'm on vacation."

"I don't plan to be a paparazzi anymore." He looked expectant.

I thought he was enjoying the paparazzi life.America's No. [-] paparazzi retires, who will save the entertainment sector?

Joshua handed me a business card, "I plan to go behind the scenes and start an online new media company by myself, please contact me if you need it."

I should have known that getting Joshua out of the gossip was getting the fish out of the water, the plants out of the land, and Superman out of the Kansas cornfields.

I took the business card with a strange expression, turned it over, and saw "JG Media" printed on the white card, with his phone number underneath.

"Congratulations on, uh, realizing your dream."

Joshua smiled slightly.

"We have seen some recent topics about Miss Crane. In order to thank Miss Crane for her continuous friendship and cooperation, we hope to invite you to do an exclusive interview."

Am I your sheep, you want to squeeze me like this?

Seeing the doubt in my eyes, Joshua swore with two fingers, "I swear our first purpose is to rectify Miss Crane's name. You have done a lot of good things, and you shouldn't be unrecognized by the public."

I twirled the business card between my fingers, and said in a drawn out voice, "It's not worth it."

"In the eyes of the mainstream media, I'm just an off-the-wall woman who jumps around and gets close to wealthy families."

"Because a retired actress who goesssip endlessly is more topical than a strong woman who does practical things."

"Occasionally, I also need to read non-mainstream voices." Joshua turned on his mobile phone in front of me, and it was an online news with a low number of views.

"A couple of college students surveyed the number of homeless kids on the streets of Gotham after the adoptive home visitation program started. That's the three months you were in the hospital."

"Although there are still street youth activities on the street, the number is much lower than before, and the situation of sheep families flooding in Gotham has been greatly improved."

"Those college students wrote this report, commenting that this project benefits the real low-level people, not for some opportunistic guys to take advantage of the loopholes."

He pulled the report to the end in front of me, and said with a smile, "Look, there are still people who saw your efforts, but the exposure was a little less."

My heart moved slightly, and I restrained the corners of my mouth from rising, "Are you confident in your appeal? If you go against the mainstream media, you might be swallowed up."

"Don't worry," Joshua said loudly, "We have a mysterious sponsor!"

My head stuck, and Joshua nodded affirmatively.

I can't believe it, "Bruce?"

When exactly did you hook up?

Is Joshua's tabloid serialization so addictive?

"He only asked us to do a special interview about you, so he probably couldn't see the gossip news during this period."

Joshua did not betray the donor's self-consciousness at all.

"Mr. Wayne has always ignored his gossip, and we are also surprised that he took the initiative to come to the door this time."

His meaningful eyes made ten gossip stories pop up in my head in an instant, with me as the protagonist.

I looked left and right, sneakily took out a signed check from my bag, and put it into Joshua's hand with a gesture of shaking hands.

I lowered my voice, "No matter what method you use, suppress those outrageous remarks about Bruce, and Jason, I don't want to hear the media talking about him."

Joshua gave him a knowing look, "It's easy to talk about."

You are indeed the number one paparazzi in the United States, you are on the road, and you deserve to make money!

We smirked and evaded a few words, as if the money transaction just now had never happened.

Joshua glanced at the time, "The time agreed with the others is coming up soon, and the interview is scheduled for this weekend, how about it?"

"It happens to be free."

There is still half an hour of the time I agreed with the driver, enough time for me to stroll slowly in the work building of the Bugle Daily.

The children on the upper floor had finished visiting each floor, and when it was time for free activities, there were quite a few little radish heads walking past me talking and laughing on the floor I was on.

Calculate the time, Dick is resting at home today.I don't know if Bruce has communicated with Dick about his decision to adopt Jason.

To be honest, I don't have much trust in the communication ability of this Kevlar wall.I'm going to talk to Dick alone when I get back.

Looking at the time, I was about to take the elevator to leave.

boom--!

A deafening explosion interrupted the movements of everyone present.

My head was buzzing, and I subconsciously touched the hanging ring in my pocket in dizziness, followed by the second and third beeps.

This was the prelude to the misfortune. The glass curtain wall of the building shattered into countless pieces in an instant, and the flying fragments cut my side face.

It's not an illusion, the building under my feet is crumbling, and is on the verge of collapsing in repeated explosions.

The rapid siren sound has no effect at this time, it can only increase fear.After a short period of sluggishness, people crowded towards the fire exit like crazy sardines.

In the crowd, a little girl who was less than the height of an adult's thigh was pushed and fell to the ground, and countless feet stepped on her.

I grabbed her wrist with one hand and lifted her out of the crowd before she was stepped on by the terrified people.