Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

St. Elijah's Church is an inconspicuous small church in Gotham, rarely visited by people.

No one knew that there was a cold and damp underground cave under this remote and deserted church.

This is what they call a "nursery".

Cassandra Cain has lived here for many years, and this girl has always lived in the dark underground, with no one to talk to, no one to communicate with.Accompanying her are only old sandbags, cold weapons, and inhumane training day after day.

She was gradually carved out as a weapon by her biological father, David, as a gift to "Mother".

Their supreme leader "Mother" cultivates all kinds of orphans as tools in their hands.

She keeps sending out the beautiful wives of politicians, entrepreneurs and powerful people, and anyone could be her "children".

They initially trained the orphans the same way they trained Cassandra, plus brainwashing and mind control.

Later, a professional talent in this field appeared in Gotham, the Scarecrow.

Fear gas became their favorite product, helping them polish the orphans into the shape they wanted.

Cassandra's father, David, thought this was a violation of tradition. He trained his daughter without telling the "mother" and hid Cassandra in a narrow burrow.

He told her that trust is poison and emotion is a sharp weapon.Cassandra needs to be a rock, unaffected by anything.His daughter hasn't needed anything nice in the world since she was born.

"I finally met something less human than my dad." Jason lamented, "In this world, psychopaths are always better than each other."

Dick said in the newsletter, "So you should do the dishes more often, I mean, with him."

"When will we be able to get a dishwasher home?" I mourned.

We were lurking outside St. Elijah's Church. Dick entered the underground of St. Elijah's Church alone. I was outside to meet him, and Jason was on standby in the Batmobile.

We have a nefarious battle plan based on Batman boxing one-on-one with Cassandra's haunted dad at the nursery.

"How's it going?" Jason asked.

"Fight hard," Dick said earnestly. "Batman, hit him, hit him on the jaw!"

I coughed, reminding Dick of my mission, "Have you seen Cassandra?"

"I see it, moving the angle," Dick said. "I see her."

"Is there a way to gain her trust?" Jason asked, "With all due respect, you can't beat her."

I listened to Bruce through Dick's headset.

The sound of fists hitting flesh, the sound of things being overturned, and the low growl of suppressed anger.

The man's roar almost penetrated the walls and soil, and was transmitted to the vast and endless ground.

"You didn't give her everything you should give as a father. If you can't bear this responsibility, don't use her to realize your ideas!"

I asked Dick, "Who is she looking at?"

Dick was some distance away from them, and his voice was so low that it was only breathless, "Batman. Aren't we going to help him?"

"Her presence is a burden," I said.

This is the best time, the sound of fighting on the other side of the headset became more and more intense, I said, "Take her away, right now!"

Dick sprinted from his hiding place, and in the midst of the chaos, I heard him report, "I've got her hand!"

"We're here to pick you up," he said to the girl.

I was on the ground of the church, and from a distance, I saw a boy in bright clothes, like a robin flying into a nightmare, rushing up from the dark ground holding the hand of a little black-haired girl.

A burly man running after them was struck in the temple by another bloody, clenched fist.

I confirmed that the mask was on my face, opened the portal, and held the hands of the two children, "Let's go!"

The first teleportation location is next to the Batmobile.

Jason rolled over from the car, "The program is set, and it will follow Batman's signal later and drive into the ground, smashing the wall of the nursery."

The ferocious steel beast roared in front of us, crashed into the church under automatic driving, and countless weapons were ejected from the body armor, bombing the floor where the secret was hidden.

A dark lair was dug out amidst gunfire and dirt, and the two men who were dueling inside.

The first ray of light in the morning passed through the clouds and buildings, and shone into the blasted underground cave, illuminating Cassandra's gloomy childhood.

The Batmobile, wrapped in flying debris, flew to Bruce's side.

I pushed the three kids in front of the portal and took one last look at him.

He happened to look up at me, and I lip-synced him.

"come on."

He is always annoying, paranoid and likes to play dumb.But again and again he stood up and acted as a hero to the desperate people.

I'm cheesy and I like heroes.

The portal closed, and I stood in the back garden of the manor with my three children.As if a bell had been tied to us, Ah Fu pushed open the back door.

"I'm old, so I don't need excessive surprises." The old housekeeper said eccentrically.

When we each had a glass of vegetable juice and tasted the taste of health in desperation, the Batmobile we drove past carried a Batman without an ear back to the basement of the manor.

The messy Bruce limped out of the car and took the hot towel handed over by Ah Fu.

Cassandra, who was quietly drinking milk in a chair, stood up suddenly and walked in front of Bruce.

The tall man and the girl who was less than his waist looked at each other.

Cassandra suddenly opened her hands, Bruce was taken aback for a moment, then knelt down and hugged her gently.

His movements are like embracing a round of the moon.

Dick sniffed, "It's touching."

"Hey," Jason frowned, "you're disgusting, Dick."

"You have to come with me." Dick said solemnly.

He grabbed Jason's hand, pulled him like two small cannonballs and rushed towards the two in the embrace, and was easily held by Bruce with one hand.

I sniffed the vegetable juice, my expression suddenly changed.

There is also a cup on the table, Bruce's coffee cup.Taking advantage of Ah Fu's focus on the group of people huddled together, I quietly poured all my vegetable juice into Bruce's coffee cup, and helped him cover the cup intimately.

"Lucy," someone called me.

No, is someone calling me? How do I remember that bats don't have mouths.

"Lucy." The tone was a little helpless this time.

I turned my head and raised an eyebrow.

A man with three balls hanging from his body reached out to me.

I reluctantly joined their army of huggable bears.Not because I'm kind or soft-hearted, just the price of having someone else handle the vegetable juice for me.

That's it.

Afu took Cassandra upstairs to clean up her room, and Dick and Jason followed with interest.

It was just me and a bloody Chiroptera left in the Batcave.

I knew in my heart that Ah Fu entrusted me with the task of helping Bruce deal with his injury because he wanted to alleviate the conflict between us.Unfortunately, this time I was determined not to forgive him.

I sat indifferently on the table in front of the bat computer, with an indifferent attitude.

Bruce noticed that I was not moving, so he found out the medicine box, sat on the operating chair and cleaned the wound for himself.

It's a pity that even Batman didn't grow a two-meter-long arm, and he alone couldn't reach the wound on his back.

He tried twice, holding a cotton swab in his hand, and stretched it pitifully towards the hideous wound on his back.

I sneered and snapped my fingers.

The wounds on his body are starting to heal, and Bruce, who looks like a goofy Siberian brown bear with one cotton swab in one hand and alcohol in the other, is starting to heal.

He held my hand, "You should reduce the number of times you heal others. The essence of magic is exchange. I don't want you to pay an unnecessary price for this injury that I can endure."

Wow, he's really good at making people angry.

I shook my hand, but did not shake off his firm grip on my wrist, "This is my personal wish, and it has nothing to do with you, Mr. Wayne."

He was silent for a moment, and I covered his mouth with a slap, "I refuse to apologize, your apology doesn't mean sincerity to me."

He changed the subject, "I deleted all your information."

"'Mother' won't know you exist, and she won't set her sights on you anytime soon."

This is what it means to be safe.

I kicked his calf, and even his cloak was implicated by me, "It seems that you know the progress of my intelligence. This proves that your concealment has no other effect except to cause me trouble."

"I don't want you to be involved."

"You know it's not the best solution."

He avoided my eyes, and I kicked his leg again.

He got up to leave, but I grabbed his cape and held it threateningly.

He finally turned around and faced me, "...Maybe there is indeed something wrong."

"why?"

I pulled the cloak towards me, "Be dumb again, I'm going to take some kids to a Kansas farm party tomorrow with the scarecrows."

The second uncle also welcomes a few children. Presumably his chef doesn't mind making another cake.

He sighed and said softly, "I want you to be safe, Lucy."

"I want you to be safe, too."

I cupped his face in both hands, "Your safety is equally important to me, to Ah Fu, and to the children. Don't underestimate the importance of yourself."

Those blue eyes looked at me, and before I knew it, the distance between us gradually shortened, and I could hear his breathing.

His forehead was against mine, and a second before our lips touched, my palm was in front of his face, pushing him back mercilessly.

"I never said I forgive you."

I quickly got out from his side, "I wish you a happy overtime."

I slept with Cassandra these nights, just in time to develop a relationship with the girl.

As for the man who has a mouth and can't speak, he only deserves to sleep with his arms around the air.

Goodbye.

I have to admit that some institutions in Gotham are extremely efficient.Within three days, the wishes of Ah Fu's children and grandchildren were fulfilled.

The old man can now see his grandchildren running and fighting on the lawn in the sun, or the kind of fight in which the granddaughter unilaterally beats two grandchildren.

I slept in Kashan's bedroom for three nights.The girl always wakes up from nightmares from the beginning, but now she will quietly stick to my side and sleep lightly on my waist.

I unilaterally declare great progress in our relationship.

Bruce didn't take action, or maybe he did, but I didn't see the effect.After all, as a lobbyist, Dick is too easily instigated by me.

My beloved car was turned into a pile of scrap metal in the attack, and now I can only choose lucky ones randomly in the garage to drive to work every day.

Autumn is approaching, and mornings are closer to cool than warm.

I opened the garage door as usual and saw a car where I had parked it.

It's my favorite model, it's painted in the same paint job as my original car.

I leaned over to look, and there was a card between the gaps in the car window, which contained the car keys and a candy stuck to the card.

I tilted my head to look around, tore the candy off the card, unwrapped it and threw it into my mouth.

"Gorgeous."