Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The study at Wayne Manor is one of the coziest rooms in the mansion.

The window is sunny, spacious and bright.The sofa that is so soft that people can sink into it is placed under the window, and you can enjoy the sunshine and breeze by opening the curtains.

I sat on the sofa and poured myself a cup of tea with unhurried movements.

The one big and the two on the opposite side looked tense, their eyeballs were about to stick to the floor, and they shrank their heads like three quails who had done something wrong.

No, the 210-pound one doesn't deserve the cute nickname quail.

Holding the teacup, I said in a weird way, "Why don't you talk?"

Three pairs of blue eyes looked at each other, at least a few hundred words of information flashed through the eye contact, and the blinking speed was so fast that I suspected they were typing Morse code with their eyes.

I watched the blue eyes with no expression on my face after discussing the strategy in front of me with a frequency comparable to eye spasms, and took a sip of tea.

Bruce, the speaking representative, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and guilty conscience, "Lucy, we did this wrong. We originally planned to tell you when we were ready."

"Does being ready mean waiting for me to find out?"

I scratched the rim of the teacup with the lid, "It's been nearly three months since Mrs. Gunn's boarding school accident, do you want to give this to me as a New Year's gift next Christmas?"

I sneered, "Personally, I think surprises outweigh joys. Maybe you don't want me to have a good year."

Bruce coughed again, and his general Dick looked at me pitifully, he was a scheming puppy, "I'm sorry, Lulu, I'm afraid you won't accept it, and I've been trying to delay this matter."

I put my left leg on my right leg, put the teacup on the table, and put my hands on my knees, "Let's not discuss whether you should fool around with Bruce for now."

Bruce whispered, "It's not fooling around, it's night watch."

I glared at him and continued, "First of all, when encountering a problem, the priority of communication is definitely higher than avoidance. Avoidance cannot solve the problem. The more you delay, the more angry I will be."

"And you, Jason."

I turned to the boy rubbing my toes next to me, "When you find out that the other two are hiding some bad behavior from me, you should tell me."

I spoke calmly, "It's not that I don't agree that personal privacy should be respected, nor does it mean that it's not good for the three of you to have a few little secrets between father and son."

"But Dick's decision to wear a uniform is a big one that needs to be discussed as a family. It's also a question of what parts of Dick's job is involved, whether there is enough security, and whether Jason will take over Dick's work in the future. A series of follow-ups."

I looked at the two children who were ashamed, "Don't tell me that Jason will not learn from Dick, and you will help them hide it partly because you think you will do the same in the future."

"I'm a little disappointed," I said.

"You decided to exclude me, which means that you think that I am an abusive and overbearing parent, not worthy of your trust, and unable to help you solve your problems. The key is that you cannot understand your difficulties."

Dick sounded like he was going to cry at any moment, "I'm sorry, Lulu."

Jason muffled, "I'm sorry."

Bruce said uncomfortably, "That's not what they meant."

"Shut up," I said bluntly, "You are the biggest problem."

I put my hands on my chest, "It's understandable for children to be afraid to tell their parents. Are you afraid to tell me that you are afraid of my domestic violence, or are you afraid that I will poison your tea?"

"I didn't mean that either." Bruce murmured, "I was just thinking about it, you might not accept it."

I snorted coldly, "You dress up as a bat monster and run around in the street every night, I didn't say anything, why should I comment on the signal lights?"

"Oh," I changed my words indifferently, "you are right, I do have an opinion. But this is not the reason for you to engage in concealment measures."

Bruce tried to explain, "I want to wait until Dick is capable enough, and then I'll let you see his performance and see how hard he works."

"Shut up." I said with a headache, "I'm not blind, how can I not see what you can see."

I stood up angrily, poked Bruce's chest muscles with my hand, and said a word and poked hard, "You, just, complete, complete, no, in, reflect, forgive!"

This kind of person should be thrown in the middle of the Sahara Desert, and reflect on himself in the scorching sun.

Wait, Sahara, a good place to go, very suitable for Chiroptera without long mouths.

I showed a smirk with hidden anger, and hooked my two fingers wearing a hanging ring, "Go ahead and reflect on it."

The portal suddenly appeared from behind Bruce, swallowing him whole.

The Batcave has anti-magic measures and cannot be tracked by any magic and cannot be captured by any portals.It's a pity that Wayne Manor is open to the public.

I watched Bruce disappear behind the portal with wide-eyed eyes, and waved at him without conscience as he landed on the hot sand, "See you later, Mr. Wayne!"

I hope you can learn the art of language with lizards in the desert, and try not to be a dumb person when you come back.

The two cubs hugged each other again in horror.

Dick said fearfully, "Can we not go to the desert?"

Jason bargained in a low voice, "Glacier doesn't really want to."

I raised my eyebrows, "Shall I give you time to pack your bags?"

"really?"

"fake."

Every child with dull eyes has suffered a blow to the head.

One in each hand, I grabbed them by the collar and dragged them out of the study, "I think too much because I'm too full. Ah Fu is getting old, so please be considerate and considerate of him. You two brothers will be responsible for this month's hygiene."

"I don't comment on the age part." Ah Fu said, putting the snack plate in my hand, "But it is the right choice for children to learn to do housework properly."

He brought butter and jam again, "I have known for a long time that Master Bruce's concealment is digging his own grave."

Digging your own grave is really an appropriate word, Ah Fu, you are indeed the most literate Englishman in this family.

I smeared cream and jam on the crepes, "Is the bat-plane taking off?"

"It's been a while since we took off," Ah Fu didn't need to estimate, "It's expected to follow the subcutaneous positioning to find Master Bruce in two hours."

Damn, why not let him bask in the sun for a few more hours.I should have let go of the fuel tank of the Batplane secretly just now, otherwise it would be difficult to relieve my hatred.

I was lying in the lounge chair dedicated to Bruce, eating the pancakes and butter that Alfred had just baked, and using the Batcomputer to see what happened at Mrs. Gunn's boarding school that night.

As Bruce said, he was in trouble that night, and it was more trouble than I imagined.

Mrs. Gunn's Boarding School for Problem Children is a training base for juvenile delinquents. Eighty percent of the students in the school are either juvenile delinquents or preparatory juvenile delinquents.

Bruce hit a wall everywhere, and he couldn't take drastic measures when dealing with these children.Juvenile delinquents will not understand Batman's good intentions, and the school suddenly becomes a battlefield full of guns and flames.

A little boy, Jason, bravely stood up and showed Batman the layout and direction of the school.remarkably brave.

It's a pity that these were not enough for Bruce to get out of the predicament completely. Under the siege of crowd tactics and a large number of weapons, he began to be stretched, until a bright traffic light flew out from somewhere in the dark.

It is said to be a traffic light, but it is actually more like an elf running out of a certain fairy tale movie.

I mean those legs that were exposed outside. Although it was summer, but it was so late at night, didn't he feel cold at all?

His movements are light and nimble, jumping up and down the field like a nimble bird, and he plays the role of attracting attention very well.

When other people's eyes were focused on him, Batman didn't know when he was out of trouble, and he was punching him.

They work well together and are a very talented pair.

A head came over from behind my shoulder. Dick held the rag in his hand and said carefully, "Did you forgive me?"

I pushed his head back, "Off-court scoring is prohibited, and the referee does not accept bribes."

Dick smiled, "That's about to be forgiven."

"It's still a third short." I hummed, "Good performance."

He smiled, and I reached out and grabbed his two cheeks, squeezed, and squeezed out an octopus mouth.

"It's just a compliment to you. Your actions are still too aggressive. Have these Bruce mentioned it to you?"

Dick's eyes drooped aggrievedly again, and I rubbed his face, "I won't go into details about this, I'm not an expert. But look at my knees."

I lifted my pant legs so he could see the scar on my knee.

That scar looked much better than the centipede on Bruce's shoulder, and it spread out with the burst wound, like a flower blooming on his knee.

But it's still a scar.

"I understand that in the face of a crisis, people often put their body first, followed by their brains. I don't seem to be qualified to teach you how to protect yourself wisely."

I put down my trouser legs, "But you have to know that being a chivalrous hero is more than just a momentary spirit and sense of accomplishment, it's more about the hard work behind the scenes and the pain of losing hands."

"The scars on your body are getting more and more day by day, and there will be no more people who thank you than those who hate you. Your efforts are just grandstanding in the eyes of others, and your efforts are not worth mentioning in front of the interests of others."

I said flatly, "Are you sure you are ready? You are just a child. You have more time to think and prepare. There is no need to face all this now."

Dick touched his nose and pursed his lips, "We... When my parents and I practice trapeze moves, there will be a net under us for safety. The first person to become a trapeze The lesson is learning to fall from the swing rope into the safety net."

There was a flash of thought in his eyes, "That day was the first time I performed on stage without a safety net, if...if..."

He smiled at me, this smile is not what a teenager should have, but it should be what a teenager should have.

"I just thought if there was a safety net for everyone, no one would fall out of the sky again."

His blue eyes looked at me, shining brightly, as if a small seed had taken root and sprouted under the water of love and hope.

John and Mary were amazing people. Despite a painful and long loss, their deepest imprint on Dick is still their love and tolerance towards the world.

A couple who have long since left their greatest wealth to their children, Dick Grayson will never lose sight of the good, and there is always hope in his heart.

I don't have to worry about him losing himself in pain.

I flicked Dick's forehead, "You pass, boy."

Dick's eyes lit up, "Really?"

The scheming puppy fawned, "Do you need me to do anything for you?"

Just at this time, the Bat-plane, which was going to pick up people in the Sahara Desert, parked in the Batcave. I propped my chin and sneered, "Yes, of course I have something to do."

I held my chin high and motioned Dick to look at the mop and mop bucket in the corner, "Please go and ask the head of the family to bring tools to mop the manor."

"Every floor, every tile, if there is a little dust, I will start from scratch."