Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"Are you mistaken?"

I sat cross-legged, with one hand resting on my knee and propping my chin.

The other party answered me with silence.

"Do you know where you are wrong?"

I sighed, and with my hand on my chin, I changed to curl the broken hair on my sideburns.

Bruce spoke in a steady tone, with more helplessness than worry in his tone, "Can we discuss this issue at another time?"

"No."

I reached out and patted him on the back, "You can't refuse to communicate, the relationship between people is gradually alienated like this."

"I don't think so," Bruce said.

He stopped and said slightly annoyed, "Can you change the place?"

I simply lay down and put on a shameless attitude, "I am fighting for my personal freedom."

Bruce asked back, "Don't you think you are violating... my personal freedom?"

"People who make mistakes have no personal freedom." I spoke righteously, and patted the ass of the person under me by the way.

Bruce, who has been harassed by me since the beginning of the push-ups, finally couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly pushed me off his back, put his arm around my waist, and turned over so that I fell right on top of him.

I narrowed my eyes threateningly, "I'll sleep in Jason's room tonight, you can figure it out yourself."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is this a threat?"

"This is the notification." I got up and patted the ashes off my body.

We are in the training room in the Batcave, and there is a thick layer of anti-fall mats on the floor.

Bruce sat down on the ground, "Do you want me to practice with you?"

I shrink back vigilantly, "Do you want to take the opportunity of domestic violence, I will not give you a chance."

He suddenly grabbed it with one hand, and I subconsciously kicked forward, but he grabbed my calf.

He put his hand on my knee and rubbed it, "It still hurts?"

"Only a little bit." With the warmth of the palm and the relaxation of the massage, the soreness is almost gone, "How do you see it?"

Bruce didn't look up, "Does this feel better?"

"I don't feel much anymore." I said, "Ah Fu said that he was afraid that it would get worse in the future, and asked me to wear knee pads when it was cold."

I poke his forehead, and he looks up at me, those blue eyes are as bright and charming as jewels at all times.

"Speak out if you have something on your mind, and discuss it together if you have an idea. Next time you keep it from me, I'll throw you to the North Pole to sew a knee pad for me."

He reluctantly hooked the corner of his mouth, "Steal another polar bear back for you?"

I nodded seriously, "By the way, go to Superman and give me a thread, and broadcast an alien soap opera for me. If you have enough time, go to Antarctica to steal penguins."

"The Humane Society has a big opinion of you."

Bruce put down my legs, saw that my face became relaxed, and began to probe again, "How are you going to talk to Jason?"

Speaking of this, I said clearly, "It seems that the communication between you has failed."

Of course, Jason's character is soft but not hard.It's a pity that Bruce is not a typical example of softness over strength.

"You still have a lot to learn when it comes to being a parent, Novice Father."

I shook my head and looked at the time on the wall clock, "It's almost time for the two brothers to leave school, let's go and pick them up from school."

Of the two brothers, Dick is the gentler and friendlier.

Although the death of his parents was a major blow to him, it has to be admitted that Dick grew up in an atmosphere full of love.Harry's circus has shaped the most important part of his character, he does not hesitate to give pleasure, and is used to conveying love and light to others.

Jason is full of vigilance and aggressiveness.

Years of living in Willis' shadow made him cast suspicious eyes on everything around him.The first thing he learned from his restless and turbulent childhood was protection, followed by challenge.Only by challenging the strong can the weak be protected, and only by defeating the enemy can peace be achieved.

It takes a long time for two people who grew up in diametrically opposite environments to get used to each other's different ways of living.At this point, parental guidance is particularly important.

In this regard, Bruce has the wide-eyed expression common to most male parents.He saw the similarity in the depths of the two boys' souls, and thought from the bottom of his heart that they would shake hands and make peace after going through a break-in, and become brothers who could surrender their lives.

He forgot that even if they have been working together for 100 years, as long as there is one person who bows their heads at the end, it will be considered a success.

I don't really want to see two brothers shaking hands and making peace on our graves, hugging each other and crying.

So that night, without Dick knowing it, with my arms around the Kevlar pillow, I sneaked open the door to Jason's bedroom.

A gleam of light flashes away, followed by the sound of the wind blowing the quilt into the air.

I closed the door and stared sharply at the suspicious little bulge in the middle of the bed.

In this family, going to bed early and getting up early is a difficult task.

I laughed evilly, "There's a hole in the rabbit's tail."

The little bulge seemed to tremble twice, I tiptoed up and pressed down on the quilt.

"Wow!"

Xiao Gubao let out a scream, and in order not to be crushed to death, the rabbit flew out of the rabbit hole with a little messy black head.

Relying on my temporary weight advantage to suppress the poor five-year-old boy, I raised my eyebrows triumphantly, "Lucille gets a point first!"

"You've crushed my book!" Jason blushed, "Get up!"

It's another one who hides under the blanket and engages in small activities. I think the last eight-year-old boy who hides under the blanket and plays games should reflect on it.

"Now you are being pinched by me, I suggest you be flattering to me," I grabbed his face, "I accept flattery."

Jason's mouth was deformed by me, "What do you want—"

"Move to the side," I patted the bed, "make room for me."

Wayne Manor is worthy of being the mansion of Gotham's largest family. All the beds here, including the guest bedroom, are of a size that can allow two people to roll on the bed.

Jason and I lay side by side on the bed, and Jason carefully put the unfinished "Jane Eyre" under the pillow, "Are you here to persuade me to reconcile with Dick?"

"No," I said sincerely, "I'm here to remind you that we haven't settled the accounts of running away from home and defrauding us together."

The child's tone of impatience just now became slightly softer, and his flattering attitude was in place, "But you forgive Dick, can't you forgive me?"

He curled up under the covers. "I do the dishes one more time than Dick."

"Unfortunately, I'm a dishwasher guy, so you can only ask Ah Fu for credit." I snorted.

"Oh." He shrank further in frustration, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

I patted him across the quilt, "Don't worry, as long as you fight with Dick, as long as you don't go to the hospital, I will definitely ignore it."

Jason blinked his eyes in surprise, "You don't care?"

He held out his hand and gestured, "I mean, wouldn't it hurt some rich man's dignity or something?"

"That's embarrassing for Wayne," I said solemnly, "What's the matter with Kelan?"

"You are so realistic."

"Thank you for the compliment."

I reassured, "It's okay, Bruce and Ah Fu, I don't care much about this kind of thing, the closer people are, the easier it is to have conflicts, this is an inevitable stage for you to get familiar with."

"Then I don't think he and I will reach the next stage." Jason mumbled.

Just as I was about to answer, there was a sound outside the door. Someone in slippers came from the other end of the corridor and dragged past Jason's bedroom door.

Jason and I held our breaths together, for fear that Ah Fu would suddenly open the door and come in, catching the two of us who were not sleeping and chatting.

When the footsteps disappeared down the corridor, I said, "Actually, I don't force you and Dick to treat me and Bruce as parents."

The child turned to look at me with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

I also curled up in the quilt and hugged the pillow, "You have your own parents. Although your father is a scumbag, Bruce has a good chance of being in power, but Catherine is at least a mother who loves you."

I stretched out my finger and tapped his forehead, "You can treat me as a close elder, rely on me at will, and tell me to share with you if you have something you can't figure out, so you can relax a little bit."

"You don't have to worry about Dick's presence embarrassing your situation."

I paused for a moment, looking for a suitable measure, "Perhaps it would be more appropriate to compare the relationship of this family to a pack of wolves. Here is support, but Bruce and I do not force you to stay here forever."

"You're thinking too far." He whispered, muttering, "Are you going to drive a five-year-old child to wander on the street?"

I rubbed his head, "Not this time, next time you make me angry again, I will send the three of you to the desert to bask in the sun."

"I'm super scared." Jason pretended to tremble.

Footsteps sounded outside again, and cotton slippers rubbed against the carpet, walking back and forth outside.I can only understand that the guy outside is doing military training in the corridor.

Jason giggled under the covers, and he pushed me out of bed, "Talk time is over, you should go back."

"You are so ruthless." I pretended to be sad, "I sneaked here without telling Dick, this is a meeting at a risk."

"I will remember your sacrifice." Jason said solemnly, "Now is the time to face difficulties, warrior."

Heartless brat.

I hit him on the head with a pillow, and left angrily holding the pillow.

The corridor was quiet, as if the sound I just heard was just an auditory hallucination.

I snorted, lifted my foot and walked towards the guest bedroom.

Someone coughed lightly at the corner of the stairs.

"It turns out that Minecraft didn't press the mute button."

I turned around following the sound and saw Bruce standing on the stairs. He didn't show any embarrassment on his face, he just cleared his throat in a cover-up manner, and handed me the things in his hand.

"Do you want to eat the ice cream stolen from the refrigerator?"

"I won't let you eat two servings by yourself." I picked out the strawberry-flavored cone, took a bite, and my whole body was chilled.

Bruce took the pillow in my hand with his free hand, "There is a fashion show in Paris tomorrow night, do you want to take Jason to see it?"

I have ice cream in my mouth, conveying my doubts with my eyes.

Bruce said euphemistically, "There is a lady named Catherine who will also go to watch this fashion show."

"You got it wrong," I kicked his shin. "It's me, Jason, Dick, and you, all four of us are going."

He calculated and agreed, "I'll make time."

Tomorrow's itinerary is finalized, I turn around and prepare to go to the guest bedroom.

One hand grabbed my wrist, but the person didn't look at me, "Ah Fu washed the sheets in the guest bedroom."

You are questioning Ah Fu's level of housekeeping, I am not convinced.

He glanced down at me quickly, then withdrew as if he was afraid that I would find out, "Let's go, it's getting late."

The corners of my mouth curled up, "Just a cone can't buy me off, sir."

"I know," Bruce said, "so I also took the creme brulee that Alfred had in the freezer."

This is probably dessert for tomorrow's breakfast, but considering that we most likely only have lunch when we wake up, it's not a bad idea to enjoy it in advance.

Anyway, it's good to blame Bruce for the crime. Anyway, at least Alfred won't punish me for chopping wood.

perhaps?