Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"That's what you told me at the time."

Pepper deadpanned me at the end of the video, "'I'm retiring soon,' and I don't recall a single person who was retiring even sleeping in his office."

"Work is just an excuse for me." I sorted out the documents I had read and put them aside, clicked on the employee file, and sat in the office chair with my legs crossed, "I am already looking at the next president, several candidates It feels good, and I'm considering whether to use the election model."

I opened the drawer at hand and saw the photo of the couple on the top at a glance.

I snorted coldly, turned the photo upside down, and reached deeper into the potato chips I had hidden in the drawer.

I started to eat snacks in front of Pepper without a ladylike image, "The point is that I refuse to be with a man who is cold-blooded, heartless, and has no team spirit and family concept, and has no advantages except a face and eight-pack abs—" I Panting, "communicate."

"Didn't you just reconcile last week?"

"No reconciliation." I crushed the potato chips with my teeth, pretending I was crushing someone's bones, "And it was last weekend, and it's only Monday."

"Then let me ask another question." Pepper said with the gentle attitude of a kindergarten teacher to children, "Why did your conflict intensify again?"

"Maybe it's because after I got married, I found that not only did he not have a mouth, but he also didn't have ears."

Pepper propped his chin, "People who avoid the important things will not be able to eat my roasted turkey this year."

That's too much of a threat, but I can't explain Batman to Pepper.I just described it to her in as secret a language as possible.

The villa thief who stole my kitten ornaments and jewelry was turned over by Dick and the others to the police station. This small case should have ended here.

But something feels wrong to me.

"If he regards stealing as his main business, then the target he chooses and the stolen goods are too careless. Jewelry may be valuable, but kitten ornaments are not things that can be sold at high prices."

"If he was framed, his familiarity and attention to the warehouse is too high, not to mention that Dick has been following him for a while, and the possibility of identifying the wrong target is very low."

"Then there is only one result. Stealing is his sideline, or hobby. The villa thief is a thief who appeared during this period. If he didn't attack the rich area, the news about him may not circulate so quickly."

"It took a lot of effort to invade the security system of the villa, but only took away some gadgets. Is this a challenge for yourself? This is not a simple security system that is difficult to crack. If you encounter a rich man's secret, Maybe someone will buy him and sink into Gotham Bay."

Bruce confirmed my suspicions, "That's the problem. He doesn't pay for what he sees."

With this expression on his face, I knew he would most likely spend tonight in the Batcave or on top of some unlucky gargoyle.

Up to this point, it was all a matter of him going to investigate the case in private.

When I asked about the case again, he overturned all my inferences and told me that the other party was just an ordinary thief.

I've seen his deceiving expression not only a thousand times but also eight hundred times, and I knew what he was going to say when he opened his mouth.

Could it be that this is the legendary seven-year itch, paving the way for the follow-up since three years?

I can understand that since I'm not a vigilante, there are things Bruce doesn't want me to be involved in.Concealment is the eternal contradiction between us.

I'm just annoyed that he can tell me plainly, "I don't want you to be involved in this." Instead of rejecting me by denying me.

Maybe after he really confesses, new conflicts will arise between us.But at the moment we are just looking for a balance between concealment and confession.

If we can't compromise one step for each other, then the marriage will be meaningless.

"That's why you chose to sleep in the office?"

Pepper looked at me like he was looking at a child who locked himself in his bedroom because he was so angry that he didn't want to communicate, so he just used work as an excuse to hide?"

"Whose friend are you?" I slapped the table, and shyly withdrew my hand when she raised her eyebrows. "You should stand by my side and scold the stinky man with me."

Pepper said leisurely, "Smart people don't participate in the quarrel between husband and wife."

"You have changed," I said pitifully, "you don't love me anymore."

"Before you act like a baby, I want to remind you that it's time for your appointment with the lawyer." Pepper reminded.

I looked up with the potato chip bag in my arms, just in time to see Matt knocking on the door of my office.

"Leave you alone for the time being." I hung up the phone and stuffed the potato chips back into the drawer, "Tea or coffee?"

"Stop pretending," Matt said, sitting in front of me unceremoniously, "you can't have tea in your office."

"There is still some tea for appearance." I coughed to hide my embarrassment, "Come on, let's discuss the handover after I retire. The Charity Federation will still send new interns to your law firm. This cooperation is unchanged."

"You haven't cut enough law school cabbage, how can you stop cooperating." Matt took off his sunglasses and played with them in his hands. "The question is, have you found the next president?"

"There are two young cabbages."

I pointed out two fingers, "A graduate from the Ivy League, with a not-so-good family background, but with strong work ability and sufficient ideas and actions."

"The other is a Ph.D. graduate, from an old family in Gotham. It may be less capable than the No. [-] seed player, but the family has rich resources, which can help the charity to open more channels for the upper class."

"Both sound good," Matt assessed. "Which do you like better?"

"No. [-], after all, dealing with rich people is not a big problem with my preparation."

I propped my chin, "But this is not something that can be determined by my personal preference."

"Have you talked to them?"

"Not yet, but when the second son came to report to me a few days ago, he gave me a small gift."

The gift was on the table, I reached out and fiddled with it a few times, "It looks a bit creepy, it's an owl decoration..."

"I don't really care if there is a new handsome guy courting you." Matt said tactfully, "But your guy called me twice, asking if he's busy at work recently."

A man who has time to call his lawyer but doesn't have time to deliver food to his wife has no future.

"I allow you to blacklist him." I spread my hands.

"From my professional point of view, I can quite understand his mood."

My expression was indifferent, "Well then, I'll block you."

"However, evasion measures are the worst means." Matt changed his words, "There is no dispute about this. You have fallen into a running-in period in your marriage."

"He's lost the bluesy baby filter."

I said cruelly, "I want to return it."

Who wants a deaf bat, give me back Baby Brucey!

"Thank you husband and wife for being a classic example of Chaoying's emotional difficulties," Matt said sincerely. "I will learn my lesson."

There is no need to show your extra thanks.

"Are you going to fight until the end of the matter?" Matt shrugged. "So cold that you forget about it? I recommend you have an open and honest talk."

I calmly said, "As we all know, the ultrasonic waves of bats are inaudible to humans."

"You can tie him to a bed with rope and handcuffs, use your weight to hold him down, force him to listen to you."

I think this approach is less likely to lead to a smooth conversation.

Sensing the lack of response in my gaze, Matt shrugged and smiled unapologetically.

He and Bruce look somewhat similar, but their personalities are quite different.

Some people may gain a pair of eyes and lose a mouth.

It cannot be denied that what Matt said makes sense. When there is a conflict between the two, blindly avoiding the problem cannot solve the problem.

In every previous discussion, we have not touched the core of the problem, and the topic will naturally turn to other issues.

The so-called husband and wife are accomplices.We need more tacit understanding.

The three-year itch of married life is so full of disasters.Just when I decided to end my childish hide-and-seek life and move all my work back to the estate, I ran into a big problem.

Bruce is not at the manor.

Although vigilantes have their own resident cities, it is common for them to travel to and from other cities, countries, and even planets on the way to investigate cases.

The time they stay in Wayne Manor may not be able to account for half of the year.

Therefore, the three children in the family were not suspicious.

The old housekeeper told me the actual situation.

During this time, Bruce has been following up the villa thief's clues.

He seemed to have pried out some news from the mouth of the little thief in the prison, and followed it along.

Originally, Ah Fu considered the possibility of him following the clues and leaving Gotham.But all the vehicles, the Batmobile and the Batplane, were neatly parked in the Batcave.

The key is that the bat computer cannot capture his positioning signal.In other words, Bruce is now out of contact with the Batcave.

"How long has it been since his signal disappeared?"

"From three o'clock in the morning to now, a total of twelve hours."

Ah Fu replied to me, "The time is too short, and it cannot be ruled out that he cut off the signal source in the middle of the mission, or entered a place where the signal was blocked."

Alfred's hesitation comes from the fact that Bruce must have done these things before, and considering that he is unwilling to give me the clues he got, the danger is immeasurable.

I had planned to keep the three children in the dark, lest they act impulsively and threaten me.

After careful consideration, I gave up.I don't want Bruce to hide from me, and I can't do the same to them.

"Three days later, we still haven't heard from him after three days, so we will tell the three of them about it."

I comforted Ah Fu, and the old man's face was faintly disturbed, "Maybe it's just a false alarm. I'll ask Clark to help us find his location first."

At this time, the disadvantages of the incompatibility of information emerge.I don't even know which case Bruce is investigating or what happened to him.

"The entry point is the villa thief. He is definitely not just an ordinary thief." I asked Ah Fu, "Can you hack into the prison camera and let me see his situation?"

Now I know where the problem is.Even though Bruce taught me to use various bat-like mechanisms to protect myself, I was still not accepted by his night life.

The bat computer is not open to me, and I can't even do some basic operations when he is away.

Ah Fu is proficient at typing on the keyboard, and the three children were sent to Drake Manor by him today, so we can safely go underground.

Gotham's cameras are all purchased by the Wayne Group. Another meaning of this sentence is that Bruce has left a back door in Gotham's surveillance network that allows him to freely enter and exit.

The picture on the screen quickly jumped to the thief's cell.Ah Fu presses the button to watch at 24x speed.

In less than half a minute, obvious flaws appeared before our eyes.Some scenes in the surveillance video are repeated from before. This is not the real-time video at that time, but the video that was cut and uploaded.

The guy ran away.