Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The boiling human voice almost overwhelmed the singing of the singers on the stage, and even the faces of the people around them seemed blurred under the dim light.

Bruce sat in the chair in a limp posture that was in line with Baby Bruce's external impression, and there was a tall slime monster that seemed to be about to slide out of the chair.

"Why are we here?" He asked in a dreamy tone, full of confusion about the philosophy of life and the current situation.

I took out the mirror to touch up the lipstick, and was careful not to lick the lipstick out of my lips, "Because this is the place Jason chose, and Catherine is very receptive to new things."

I really admired and said, "Obviously three years ago, the place where they met was a fashion show."

At the fashion show three years ago, Catherine and Jason did not talk, they chose a position where they could see each other, and glanced across the crowd from a distance.

To this day, the attitude of Catherine's family has gradually softened, and they acquiesced to Catherine and Jason talking in a low voice among the crowd attending the concert.Maybe it won't be long before they can meet each other openly and talk about their current situation without worrying about others.

"I may not be very appreciative of the tastes of today's young people." Bruce said tactfully.

The poor man showed an expression that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in three days, and he was only one step away from going completely crazy.

I sympathized, "You feel old, please don't take me, I'm young in body and mind, thank you."

Dick giggled beside him, "Bruce has a vicissitudes of mind."

The 11-year-old boy is dressed very trendy today, with a leather jacket, jeans, Martin boots, and a peaked cap buckled on his head.

This outfit is very eye-catching, and I'm sure there are no less than five little girls who have come to ask him for his phone number.

Compared with Dick, who began to exude charm at a young age, Bruce, a married man, is about to become an unpopular outdated beauty.

Overdue Jiaohua reluctantly hooked the corners of her lips, "Let me remind you, I have the key card for the hotel suite."

Isn't the key in my bag?

I hurriedly opened the zipper of the bag, and the mezzanine where the hotel key card was originally placed was empty, "When did you take it away?"

I was dissatisfied with the accusation, "Stealing the things in the lady's bag, Ah Fu will be ashamed and shed tears for you."

"This is a survival strategy." Bruce quickly swung the room card in front of us with two fingers, and copied it into his pocket.

When I reached into his pocket to snatch the room card, he quietly grabbed my hand, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm going to tell you we just had lunch two hours ago, guilty and happy fried food."

I deftly pulled my hand out of his pocket and hooked out a bunch of car keys, "It's no use asking me if I'm hungry, because I'm going to spend the night with my dear Pepper soon, as for you, you can only stay in the Let's enjoy the music with them."

There was condemnation hidden in Bruce's seemingly calm expression, "You're going to leave me here alone and sneak away."

I smoothed his collar tenderly and corrected him, "It's aboveboard."

"I remember someone said before that I won't drive in this life." Pepper revealed a pair of eyes behind the menu.

Speaking of this, I have a lot to say, "When you are in an environment where it takes only half a month for everyone in the family to learn a new skill, not knowing how to drive is a heinous sin."

I complained, "Forget about the big one, the two small ones are more diligent than the other."

In fact, I don't have a high demand for a car. As long as the suspension ring is still in my hand, I can reach any corner of the earth within a second.

But there are some places in life that do require a sense of ritual, such as picking up two little boys who flirt with girls or stay in the classroom to do club activities after school.

Pepper shook her head sighingly, "Someone said before that she would not work overtime even if she was lying at home starving to death."

"Hmph," I raised the corners of my mouth in anticipation, "I'm going to retire soon."

Pepper was taken aback, "Seriously?"

"It's not resignation," I explained, "I didn't have many available people, so I took everything into my own hands."

"But now the Gotham Charity Federation has recruited a lot of energetic and ambitious new employees, it's time for me to delegate power."

I moved the drink that the waiter had just brought to me, "A real capitalist only asks others to work for her."

Pepper and I hold the cup, "I hope that after three months, I won't see news of your employment at Wayne Enterprises."

"I won't let Bruce's evil thoughts succeed." I solemnly swore.

In the past three years, even Joshua has changed his job from entertainment tabloid paparazzi to become the president of a well-known online new media company. Why can't I change from a hard-working late-night fanatic to a ruthless capitalist?

Pepper's expression seemed to have no expectations for me, "As long as you can hold back his beauty."

What beauty can there be in a human-shaped quilt that has been lying on the bed for three years?

...Well, there is still a small amount of temptation, but it is not enough to make me give up the happy life of lying flat.

With the establishment of the Avengers, the focus of Tony Stark's life has gradually shifted to the public superhero work. Pepper's work pressure has increased, and her life is on the way to work overtime and overtime.

They broke up before, and got back together again after a while. I don't know how long it will take for them to enter marriage from a relationship state.

In short, Pepper is a very busy person now, she has time to have dinner with me, and I naturally put aside the frenzy of the big one and the small one at the concert.

Our plan for tonight is to spend the night away and not go back to Wayne Manor, so I have enough time to drive up and down by myself.The three of them handle dinner by themselves, and we meet directly at the hotel.

As for a busy man who has to patrol the streets in the middle of the night, we do not consider his convenience.

It was getting late when I said goodbye to Pepper, and I drove to the hotel alone.

Bruce took a photo and sent it to me, of two excited kids having a pillow fight on the sofa in the suite's parlour, and one pillow knocking over his coffee.

I deeply regretted it and sent him five dollars in compensation.

The hotel parking lot has a built-in elevator directly to the hotel.I parked in a convenient spot and noticed a small shadow around the corner.

It was a child squatting by the wall, with short black hair sweeping over his thin shoulders, like a mushroom growing in the corner.

By the light of the parking lot, I noticed her complexion, she should have yellow blood.

Sensing my gaze, the little girl turned to look at me, her dark eyes dimmed.When you meet her eyes, you will feel that she is more like a delicate doll than a child of about ten years old.

She stood up and took a few steps towards me, with her fingers sticking to the side of her thigh, and she couldn't hear the sound of her footsteps falling on the ground.

Although I am not an expert in fighting, I have cultivated my eyesight by watching several big and small cats at home scratching each other.

This is a standard attacking posture, which is convenient for starting various moves.I was like a target full of flaws, standing straight in the girl's gaze.

My fingers unconsciously rubbed against the hanging ring, and with the other hand, I took out the present from the restaurant from the bag.

"Do you want to eat candy?"

In fact, these are not very expensive candies, but they are exquisitely packaged. The colorful fruit candies are wrapped in shiny cellophane, which is very attractive to children.

The girl's steps toward me slowed down, her head tilted, her eyes glued to the candy in my hand.

I opened one of them in front of her and put it in my mouth, "Look, it's sweet."

Her eyes blinked very slowly, observing and measuring.

I passed my hand in front of her, "Do you want to try it?"

Those dark eyes lifted up, looked at me, looked at the small bag on my cheeks swollen from eating candy, and then fell on the candy in my palm.

A hand came over from behind my shoulder and easily took a piece of candy from my hand.

Bruce naturally stood one step away from me, between me and the girl, "You just said in the message that this is candy for me."

"Your," I turned calmly, handing the candy to the two boys who were watching the girl curiously, "and Dick's and Jason's."

"She's got a dagger in her belt," whispered Dick.

Jason warned, "She doesn't feel like an ordinary person."

He took a step forward, trying to get closer to the girl.

This step upsets the delicate balance.The girl burst into flames in an instant, and an afterimage flashed in front of my eyes. Jason was kicked in the soft abdomen in a blink of an eye, and the candy in his hand rolled to the ground.

"How can you hit someone?" Dick said in surprise.

What greeted him was the girl's clenched fist, and the nimble former acrobat quickly fell backwards and did a somersault.

The girl moved faster than him, and immediately lowered her body to chase after her.

A hand stopped her.Bruce pinched the girl's wrist, and was about to speak when the girl curled up, hanging on his arm, completing a flip, and broke free from the restraint.

She fell to the ground with ease, ignoring the reaction of the vigilant others, she bent down and picked up the candy that Jason dropped on the ground.

Compared with the vigor of a little leopard just now, she looks more like a kitten looking at the world curiously.

There is a kind of unsocialized wildness in her, as if she has never been in contact with normal human society, and has been living in a weird environment with only training and fighting.

The girl tore off the candy wrapper, and held the candy in her mouth with some reluctance.Those grape-like eyes widened a little, revealing a little visible pleasure.

Dick pulled Jason up, "Why did she take Jason's candy?"

"She has heavy training marks on her body." Bruce said, then frowned, "You are her target."

"A child." I squeezed the space between my eyebrows, "To be reasonable, can the person instigating her consider the age of the child."

"If that person had thought about it, this child would not have appeared in front of us." He said, and I could hear the anger and heaviness in it.

I realized that his peripheral vision quickly passed Dick and Jason, and interrupted him before his thoughts diverged further, "Please don't ignore the difference between initiative and compulsion. If you have time to think about it, it's better to think about what to do with this child."

The girl is still standing in front of us, eating sweets seriously.Her body was tense, and she did not withdraw from the fighting state.

Bruce said softly, "She may not be able to speak because she cannot communicate with other people. Whether this is a natural or acquired result remains to be seen."

I turned to look at him, "Let's establish a consensus first, I don't think she can be allowed to go back to where she used to be, what do you think?"

Bruce didn't answer, he responded with actions.

He took the candy from me and knelt down in front of the girl, "Do you want another one?"

The girl looked at him silently, only the occasional bulging of Xiaobao's cheeks proved that this was a living person, not a puppet.

Jason patted the ashes off his body, angry and puzzled, "What is he doing?"

I looked at Jason meaningfully, "I'm picking up cats."