Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The thick curtains cut off the morning sun, and the fully enclosed floor-to-ceiling windows have been sound-proofed, so you can't hear any sounds from the outside world.

I woke up from the nightmare of being swallowed by a bear. With difficulty, I stretched out a hand in the iron-like arm and patted the vicious Kumamon on the chin.

"Wake up?" I yawned.

Buried in the pillow, Bruce murmured barely audibly, "Just a little more sleep..."

He rolled up the quilt and stuffed me in, completely cutting off my idea of ​​getting up.

Ah Fu, you see, it's not my own fault that I don't go downstairs for breakfast.

I adjusted a comfortable sleeping position in the bed roll, found a suitable position on my thick chest muscles, and let my thoughts go peacefully.

After an unknown amount of time, the cold air from the air conditioner poured into the quilt, and Bruce stretched out a hand to turn off the beeping alarm clock.

"It's 09:30 in the morning, shall we get up?" He drifted drowsily.

I huddled between the comforter and his chest and played dead, using one of his most common excuses, "...five more minutes of sleep."

So the hand came back again.

In the morning, at twelve noon to be exact.Bruce and I sat at the table with drooping eyebrows, cutting steak, Alfred's love for us.

Oh, healthy and not-so-tasty vegetable juice, and it's a no-sweeter-and-honey version.

Ever since I got together with Bruce, I gradually lost Alfred's favor.

What I lost along with the old housekeeper's exclusive favor was my good routine of going to bed early and waking up early.I've been waking up before one o'clock in the afternoon for a week in a row.

Great progress.

Dick looked at us who were frowning and Ah Fu who had a cold expression behind him, and laughed unabashedly with a "poof".

The corners of Jason's mouth that had just been raised fell flat in an instant, and he maintained a reserved and calm expression, as if the family comedy on the table had nothing to do with him.

Dick gave him a nonchalant look, and he wiped his mouth, jumped off the stool and took the plate into the kitchen.

"I'm done," said Dick, who still had the last whole mouthful of broccoli in his mouth. "I'm going to the kitchen to do the dishes."

I strung all the carrot slices on the fork and pretended I was eating a tasteless chewable, "Are they having a fight?"

"Children of similar ages always have their own troubles, and it's normal to bump into each other." Ah Fu put the sugar cube next to my vegetable juice.

Bruce raised his eyes, a little imperceptibly dazed, "Do they have conflicts?"

You deserve it for veggie juice with no sugar.

I originally thought that adopting Jason would make Dick feel a little pimple, but the subsequent battle in New York and hospitalization delayed the time I expected to talk with Dick infinitely.

Jason is also a child with strong self-esteem. Catherine is not in Gotham. He may feel uncomfortable about being adopted.

Sure enough, just as I was thinking about talking to the two children, Dick, who had just entered the kitchen, ran out without a word.

Seeing me, Bruce and Ah Fu staring at him at the dining table, he laughed dryly, "I'll go to the study to read."

Ah Fu took away the remaining plates on the dining table, "It's parent-child time now." He hinted at us with his eyes.

Someday, I'll convince Alfred to install a dishwasher on the estate.

I kicked Bruce's slippers under the table, and he took a graceful sip of the vegetable juice, unmoved.

I kicked harder for the second time, and his glass of vegetable juice ran out, Bruce stood up slowly, "I'll chat with Jason."

Under Ah Fu's gaze, he added, "By the way, I washed the dishes."

I patted him on the shoulder happily, and jumped up the stairs in a few steps, "I'm going to the study to read."

As an old mansion, Wayne Manor has a common characteristic of old houses, that is, a spacious study room comparable to a library.

The moving escalator is embedded in the slide rails, making it easy to move among the bookshelves surrounded by walls on three sides.

Below the window is a soft leather sofa, and Dick is lying on the sofa reading a book in a position equivalent to lying down in a daze.

I have to say that his acting skills are not very good, which is about two-thirds of me.

I walked up to him, sat next to him, and easily pulled out the book that had fallen in his hand.

Dick blinked his blue eyes sheepishly, and defended himself in a low voice, "You sneak attack, I'm still choosing which book to read."

"Now you have no chance to choose."

I put the book aside, "Talk time is sacrosanct."

Dick shrank into the corner of the sofa, put his hands on his chest and made an "X", "My heart will always be free."

"Hmph, that's not what you said when you and Jason got into trouble."

Dick whispered, "There is no quarrel."

I understood, "It seems that you have different opinions for a few days."

"It's just a little bit of insignificant matter," Dick pointed out a small slit that could only allow bacteria to pass through, "it will be fine in a few days."

"Oh," I nodded deeply, "you don't even know why he is angry."

Dick whimpered a few times in shame.

I reminded, "Did anything happen to you recently? Maybe he didn't respond at the time, but he was actually secretly angry."

"Recently, there is no difference from usual..."

In the middle of speaking, Dick suddenly froze, his expression changed from red to green to white, his face was buried in his knees, and he did not move.

"You found the problem."

My brothers leaned closer, put their arms around the little boy's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to find someone to talk to? Female stars' rich experience in dealing with interpersonal relationships may help you."

Dick pretends to be a glum ball so he can prove he doesn't have a mouth.

The child has his own secrets, I decided to respect his privacy, and said another way, "Maybe Jason also has his own troubles, you might as well talk to him."

"He doesn't talk," Dick muffled. "He just wants to fight."

"Then quarrel with him." I rubbed his head. "Arguing is also a way of communication. Don't vent your emotions, but express your inner thoughts."

He peeked at me from under his arm, "Aren't you going to be angry?"

"If you quarrel without going to the hospital as a condition, I will take it as you are crossing the stage of communication."

I added in a low voice, "Just don't really fight and go to the hospital."

Dick lowered his voice, "If Ah Fu is not happy at that time, you have to intercede for me."

"No problem." I gave a thumbs up.

It's a big deal for everyone to drink vegetable juice together, anyway, Bruce will definitely sit down.Everyone is drinking vegetable juice, which means everyone is drinking Coke.

I'm making pretty good progress, and Bruce, who's been sent off to do the dishes with Jason, isn't making any progress.

Or he does, he just doesn't tell me.

I was worried about how the two children got along, so I followed more than a dozen parenting bloggers online that night to learn from other people's educational experience.

Bruce tilted his head to look at the contents of the materials on my tablet, and read out the name of the materials in a strange tone, ""The second child is being raised"?"

I pushed my glasses, "It's quite reasonable, I sent you a copy too, remember to check it."

"Are you too nervous?" Bruce asked with a troubled expression.

He glanced at the proper nouns in the book, "How to alleviate the strong sense of abandonment of older children...the sense of abandonment?"

The man who felt good about himself frowned and pondered, "It's normal for children to have conflicts, they are a family no matter what."

I rubbed his face between my two hands, "Don't be a heartless father, please do something about your child's growth and education."

I said melancholy, "If they quarrel and hurt their feelings, they will run away from home if their hearts are knotted."

"If you run away from home, you will become rebellious, and if you become rebellious, you will smoke, drink and go clubbing, and you will have girlfriends and dump them."

"If you have more girlfriends, your reputation will get worse, and if your reputation gets worse, no one will want to marry them."

I bit my nails, "If no one wants to marry them, they will become old bachelors. If they become old bachelors, Ah Fu will be very angry. Whenever he gets angry, I will drink vegetable juice for the rest of my life."

I wailed and fell to Bruce's chest, "I don't want to drink vegetable juice, can you drink it for me?"

"Did your thinking diverge too far?" Bruce said helplessly, and brought the glasses I squeezed on my forehead.

"After all, I have no experience as a mother. It is too difficult to get started with a second-child family." I complained.

"Let it be." Bruce looked leisurely, as if he was going to set up a deck chair under my beloved sun umbrella in the garden in a second, and lie on it to read the newspaper.

I glared at him, got up and took the tablet, and created a new document "In-depth analysis of social patterns of human cubs".

First, make a seven-day table to observe and analyze the behavior patterns of the two observed objects.

When working overtime, Afu will temporarily replace him. In short, the important observation data cannot fall into the hands of Bruce.

There's no way he's going to sneak into my files and tamper with the data for his personal gain.

The war between the two children is still going on secretly. The competition between the two sides has evolved from who can help Ah Fu wash the dishes to who can write homework faster, and even spread to who is Tim's favorite brother.

Tim looks like he's enjoying it, let's ignore the little devil for now.

Under my patient observation, I finally waited for a chance for them to quarrel.

The time was seven o'clock in the evening, and the place was the attic on the top floor that Ah Fu asked them to help tidy up. The two children lowered their voices and quarreled. The content of the quarrel was that they thought each other didn't welcome them.

Very cute reason to fight.

There's also a point of contention with Bruce, the question of who the Evil One prefers.

"He takes you out for hamburgers and fries," Dick complained. "He never makes me eat junk food!"

"That's because Ah Fu is next to you, idiot, Ah Fu doesn't let everyone eat junk food!"

Jason said angrily, forgetting to control the volume for a moment, "You are the one he agrees with, and he even picks you up from school, I'm just a kid from someone else's house!"

"The adoption documents are all signed, only you, a fool, will feel that you are borrowing!"

Dick retorted loudly, "Weren't you in the car when you picked me up?"

I hid at the top of the stairs and listened with gusto. I wished I could turn on the recording and record this piece of chicks pecking at each other, so that I can reminisce about it in the future.

Bruce was carrying a stack of boxes in his hands, and watched me blankly, sitting on it blocking the stairs to the attic, grinning.

I made a quiet gesture to him and pulled him over to listen together.

The child's serious quarrel continued.

Dick couldn't bear it anymore, and produced the most powerful evidence, "He told you directly that he is Batman! Bruce never told me, I discovered it myself!"

"Huh?" I was startled, "When did you tell him, why don't I know."

Bruce's expression suddenly showed a guilty conscience, "Lucy."

He solemnly said, "There are some things I planned to tell you a long time ago, but I have been delayed by them. I really intend to discuss with you."

He patched like crazy, and I had a bad feeling.

Jason in the attic asked loudly, "So what, he just wants me to be a good kid who doesn't move at home. But he took you to train, and you went out to fight bad guys together, and the traffic light to go to the boarding school was obviously you! "

train?

Hit the bad guys?

traffic light?

Dick was furious, "It doesn't look like a traffic light at all!"

"Could someone please come and explain to me," I grabbed Bruce by the collar and appeared at the door of the attic like a ghost. "What is a traffic light?"

The two children turned their necks stiffly, looked at me dully, and swallowed their saliva.

I evoked a sinister smile, "So, is there any little secret in this family that I don't know?"

The two children who were arguing just now hugged each other and shivered.