Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The girl whose name I don't know was taken back to the hotel suite by us.

We considered taking her elsewhere, but her unknown position and the person behind her were two obstacles.

Her parents, or elders like mentors, used this child as a weapon, and the more dangerous and deadly it was, the more in line with their expectations.

Weapons need no frills, and anything but killing skill is unnecessary, including language skills.

This caused the child to lose almost all of his ability to communicate with others, and he looked like an exquisite Chinese porcelain doll without his hands.

Being taken to our hotel room was a case of being in an enemy camp.

But she didn't respond, she just occupied a small corner of the sofa and repeatedly counted the fruit candies that Bruce brought to coax her into the door.

Bruce has a solemn face, and his inner activities are as frequent and complex as a computer running code.

I realized that he was frowning because he saw a huge hill-like shadow behind the child.

The girl sat cross-legged on the sofa, as if she had nothing else to do except count candies.Dick and Jason hid across the room, watching him carefully.

Uncharacteristically, Jason was not aggrieved by the girl's kick.He was wary and curious, and something about the girl struck him that kept the aggressive puppy from showing hostility.

Dick tried to talk to the girl, he leaned over and put one foot on the sofa cushion, "Hi, I'm Dick, what's your name?"

Naturally, the girl didn't respond to him, didn't even look up at him.

Jason flicked his tongue, "The golden boy's all-powerful charm has failed."

The little boy frowned, and said his deduction, "Is she a mute?"

"No matter what her situation is, it is not polite for you to discuss it face to face."

I pinched the backs of the two boys' necks and pinched them threateningly, "Please treat your lady friend better."

Jason snorted loudly, "The lady who kicked someone in the stomach."

I squatted down and pressed his stomach hard, "It doesn't feel bad to the touch."

"What are you doing!" He immediately squatted down covering his stomach, "Don't pinch the boy's stomach casually!"

The little boy was quite dignified.

Dick snickered. "Jason's stomach is flat, so he doesn't want to be touched."

I caught the key word, "Didn't you have dinner?"

"It wasn't long after the concert," Dick said. "We just had some chips at the venue."

"Then order takeaway," I took out my phone, "What do you want to eat?"

Not under Ah Fu's nose, the two children chose high-calorie fried food as expected.

I pushed the mobile phone with the order interface open in front of the little girl sitting on the sofa, "Want to eat something?"

A seductive promotional photo of hamburger appeared in front of the girl.

The fluffy bread is topped with sesame seeds, and the golden melted cheese drips from the middle of the oily meatloaf, rolls over the green lettuce and bright red tomato slices, and hangs in the air.

The girl's calm eyes flickered slightly.

I changed a photo, "Or should I order a set meal?"

The festively packaged paper bucket is filled with crispy fried chicken and salty French fries, and two Cokes with straws are placed next to the unwrapped burger.The transparent cup wall is full of fizzy bubbles from carbonated beverages.

This time the eyes blinked in a visible arc.

I nodded thoughtfully, "Then order a set meal."

Three little heads gathered around the takeaway bucket, grabbing the last piece of fried chicken with terrifying hand speed.

Dick shot first, but Jason raised his arm to stop him.The girl seized the gap, flipped over the paper barrel when the two brothers were fighting each other, and caught the flying fried chicken with her hands wearing disposable gloves.

I sat on the sofa on the other side and stuffed a chip into Bruce's mouth, "Aren't you eating?"

The French fries were swallowed by him without looking, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I didn't even see him chewing.

"Cassandra Cain." He said as he turned off the computer and turned to look at the girl. "This is your name."

The girl named Cassandra was still eating, her cheeks slowly rising and falling.

She and Bruce seem to have their own means of communication, although Bruce is the only one talking, and their eyes don't seem to change, but they can always easily understand each other's meaning.

Bruce stared at her for a while, then went to the table and poured Cassandra a glass of water.

While Cassandra took the water glass and swallowed, he turned to me and said, "I want to eat the dumplings from that restaurant in Chinatown."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at his expression, "Then order takeaway."

"That store doesn't do takeaway." He suddenly approached and kissed my temple hair, "Please, I really want to eat their dumplings."

"No bribery." I raised an eyebrow. "Only this time."

I hooked a little boy's neck with one hand, "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

The boys looked at each other and followed me obediently out of the room.

Dick whispered, "Actually, I also want to eat the dumplings from that store."

"Aren't you full yet?" Jason looked at him contemptuously.

I left the room with two boys who were bickering without saying a word, and walked into the elevator.After the elevator doors closed, I took out my mobile phone and called the hotel front desk, "I need security."

When Bruce was Bruce's baby, he couldn't show fighting abilities beyond ordinary people. I took Dick and Jason away from the battle scene and informed the security personnel that it was the best choice to scare away the killer.

The other side uses child killers to carry out assassinations in order not to attract attention, at least on a local scale, and their activities need to maintain a certain degree of concealment.

Although Cassandra is young, her skills and state prove that she has been carefully cultivated and is not a tool that is thrown away.Maybe even I was just a target for her to practice.

According to this conclusion, the primary purpose of the second batch of killers is to take away Cassandra, and the second is to kill me, Cassandra, as the mission goal.So when we parted, I was in a relatively safe position as the second target and joined the crowd.

At issue is Cassandra's place in it.She is a weapon cultivated by the enemy, how should we treat her, how to protect her, and whether she will hurt us.

The child is innocent, and the person who needs to be beaten and reflected is the person who manipulated her and deprived her of her childhood. However, we have to consider various issues.

Five minutes later, I led the hotel security into the family suite of the hotel.

Bruce dutifully plays the embarrassed Brucey baby, and Cassandra is guarded by him behind him, only showing half of his expressionless face.

The moment we knocked open the door, the killer who failed to get a hit retreated to the balcony.

He didn't run away directly, but waited for half a second, "Let's go, orphan."

The next moment, the little girl turned over the table with her arms outstretched, and jumped to the side of the killer stepping on the debris all over the floor.

Like two invisible birds, they disappeared from our sight in the blink of an eye, leaving us standing in vain.

I helped Bruce up, "How is it?"

"It was expected." His face was not very good.

"I added something to the water, but it didn't work in the face of a range of signal shielding. In her condition, the possibility of contact with people is very small, so time is urgent."

I nodded cooperatively, "I'll take care of the hotel security, you go and investigate."

Bruce pursed his lips and nodded.

I turned to deal with the security. "My husband is a bit spooked. He needs to rest. I will communicate with the police until he recovers."

I glanced at Dick and Jason who sneaked behind Bruce at some point, probably trying to hide back to help Bruce, and added, "So are the two children, this hotel doesn't look safe for us, we are now Just go back to Wayne Mansion, and I will stay here temporarily to cooperate with the police investigation that will arrive later."

This action would make Baby Brucey appear to be a cowardly beautiful scum, but considering his side has always had a bad reputation, it's one of the few messed-up Wayne jokes.

Facing the police's questioning is also very simple. I can just tell what I saw, and I don't need to explain the underlying reasons to the police.

Today, when there are so many things in the police station and killers are rampant, too many policemen are troubled by similar unreasonable unsolved cases.

As hasty as it was, the case would soon be classified as gang revenge, and a concrete answer would never be forthcoming.

After leaving the police station, I directly opened the portal and went back to the manor.

There is a risk of exposure, but what is even more dangerous is that I, as the mission target, may be assassinated a second time on the way out of the police station.Wayne Manor is undoubtedly the safer sanctuary.

I went into the Batcave, and Bruce had already put on his uniform and left, leaving a distraught Dick sitting in front of the Batcomputer, thinking.

"Arrogant lone ranger megalomaniac! I said a long time ago that I am not a follower, I am his partner!"

As he spoke, he tapped on the keyboard angrily, sorting out the data on the bat computer.

Jason is still training because of his age and Dick.He's a handy intern, responsible for the Batcave's petite sanitation and weapon care.

Hearing Dick complain, he was adjusting the tires of the Batmobile, and he waved the crowbar in his hand, "You better shut up contentedly, or you'll roll over to fix the car!"

After listening to their complaints, I understood, "Did he tell you again that you are not allowed to interfere in this incident?"

Dick gritted his teeth, "He didn't say anything at all, he just ran away and left us to do odd jobs."

"I don't encourage lone rangers," I said. "When he comes back, you can beat him."

This sentence ignited the enthusiasm of the two boys, and they all dreamed of the dream of Bruce coming back and hitting him on the ground all night.

However, as soon as the Batplane entered the Batcave, their bodies greeted them very honestly.

Surrounded by the children's huddle and chatter, Bruce strode out, not even in the mood to answer the question, and went straight to the bat computer.

I leaned against the table and met his eyes.He had a brief offset, subtly staggered my eyes, and sat down in the seat.

Dick and Jason were pissed off at the way he left everyone out, and I put one hand on his hand on the keyboard.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He turned to look at me at this moment, his eyes tense, "No."

I'm not a good actor, but it doesn't mean I can't see through other people's acting skills.

"Okay." I crossed my arms, "Since you don't plan to tell me, I'll investigate myself."

I smiled and said, "Because it's a bit dangerous, I asked Superman to help me, do you have any objection?"