Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Within three days, I knew exactly what had kept Mr. Wayne busy for a whole week.

The Gotham Gazette that was handed to my desk today has an entire column devoted to the news that the mayor's son-in-law is suspected of stealing alien technology and reselling arms.

The Gotham Star Laboratory branch is responsible for the research and development of weapons.It turned out that this is why they have been fighting guerrilla warfare with Batman during this time.

Unsurprisingly, Baby Bruce's announcement of a new love affair was suppressed on the second page.I don't expect to be able to make headlines again in my life.Life is good as long as there are fresh crepes to eat.

I took a bite of the crepe delivery that had just arrived and turned the paper to page three.In the third section, I was not too surprised to see the handsome face of the cheap boyfriend who is worth thousands of dollars.

Bruce and Wayne Enterprises shareholders fell out at yesterday's shareholder meeting.The reason is that the Gotham Charity Federation led by the mayor's son-in-law was used by the mayor's son-in-law to launder money for his evil business. Batman pulled out the carrot and brought out the mud, and arrested a group of executives of the Charity Federation.

The Gotham Charity Federation is now in an embarrassing situation with no money, no power, and no one.

Bruce obtained the title of honorary president of the Charity Federation from the mayor through a large amount of capital injection, and wanted to bring this top charity organization in Gotham back to life through the cooperation between Wayne Enterprises and the Gotham Charity Federation.

The shareholders of the company have great opinions. One of the reasons is that Wayne Enterprises has its own charitable foundation, and external cooperation is superfluous; the second reason is simpler, they don't want to invest money.

Having money in the company does not mean that Bruce himself is rich, especially this kind of business activity on the surface cannot be fooled by him to find a few people to help cover it up.I stared at the contents of the newspaper and thought for a moment, then called Bruce.

The phone rang for half a minute before being answered reluctantly. At 28:[-] in the morning, a low, hoarse male voice sounded sticky and wobbly into my ears, "...here It's Bruce Wayne."

The Gotham babe who was fighting with the Confucianism at the shareholder meeting yesterday sounded like he was about to lose consciousness and suffocate to death in a silk pillow.I asked sympathetically, "What is one plus one?"

Bruce whimpered blankly, "What?"

It was my fault, I should have thought he would never lie down for more than three hours.

So I made a long story short, "Is the Gotham Charity Federation still short of someone to inject capital? I also want to get an honorary president Dangdang."

Although I always use Bruce's card to buy snacks, clothes, and favorite snack bars, and I receive a gift from him every three days on average, but I am indeed a wealthy woman with a small fortune.I have a monthly company dividend. Before I quit the industry, being a star was also very profitable.

Bruce was relieved immediately, "How much can you pay?"

I rested my chin on the table and asked idlely, tapping my fingers on the table, "Then what would you like to thank me for, Bruce?"

"How about a movie?" Bruce asked.

I wonder if his brain is stuffed with necessary and unnecessary knowledge, otherwise it can't explain why Batman remembers the film schedule of the past three days, ""Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", "Dragon Tattoo" Girl" and "Three Idiots in Bollywood."

Of course I chose the fourth option, "I want to watch Rapunzel."

"Kung Fu Panda 2" also works.

Pepper and Tony are also going to the movies, but in Malibu.

They bought tickets for "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", and at Pepper's insistence, they didn't squat like two moldy fungi in Tony's seaside mansion for a date, but chose a high-end movie theater , Chartered.

As always, the arrogant rich man's style.I thought his tech geek wouldn't like stories about three kids saving the world with sticks and gibberish.

Pepper's face was zoomed closer in the video, and she used the front camera to look at the makeup on her face, "You really have a big opinion on Tony, just like I have a lot of criticisms on Bruce."

"It's different!"

I slapped the foamy water with my hands, and the rainbow bath ball under the bathtub was still bubbling and bubbling, "Bruce and I are just trading money, but you are completely fascinated by that evil blacksmith technology house."

Pepper gave a flirtatious "ha" and wiped off the lipstick with a makeup remover towel.

It was the first time I saw her shy expression. If Stark dared to play tricks on her, even if he was Iron Man, I would wear five-inch high heels to step on his feet.

Before I could figure out how to bypass the high-tech security equipment of Stark Enterprises, Pepper said sharply, "This is already the third date between you and Wayne, how do you plan to explain it?"

"It's normal," I defended myself, "I helped him solve his problems, and then he invited me to watch a movie. Only young masters who don't follow the rules of the world will be thrown into the desert of Afghanistan to forge iron."

"Take out half of your savings so far, and exchange it for a movie ticket that costs less than twenty dollars." Pepper snorted twice, scoffing at my justification.

I'm really wronged, can't I just want to dedicate a little love to Gotham and do good deeds?

"Don't say you plan to do good things for Gotham," Pepper seemed to have used magic to get into my mind, and ran out after reading my heartfelt voice, "There are many ways to do good things for Gotham, and it's not worth saving one Charity with no future."

She thought for a while, "No, that's not a charity, it's a money laundering organization."

"You've become mean," I accuse falsely. "It must be some kind of virus that Little Stark gave you."

Pepper ignored my fake sadness, sprayed perfume behind her ears, and covered the camera with her hand, "It's time, I'm going to have a good night, bye, baby."

A woman, after having a boyfriend, she ruthlessly abandoned the cute school girl who lay in the bathtub and put on a mask. Her name is Wuqing.

To step on Tony Stark's heels you have to go up to six inches.

"I didn't expect you to know the CEO of Stark Enterprises. Are you a college classmate?" Bruce was wearing the coat I bought for him with his money, showing a natural good-looking and tall.

"Current roommate." I walked within two steps of him and looked at him in this dress with satisfaction.

Pepper was wrong, even with half my savings, it would be nice to see the Gotham baby in the clothes I bought him.

We just watched Rapunzel, admiring the 3D modeling and clichéd love story.Bruce didn't take over the entire theater with a wave of his hand like someone else. We mixed in the audience of all kinds, like an ordinary couple.

Originally, we could drive away after the movie, just find an empty road for a ride, and discover a few good stalls on the road.

But when we left the movie theater, we found that the opposite of the movie theater happened to be a branch of the Gotham Charity Federation.Considering that I was also the one who invested money in it, I suggested, "Would you like to go over and see how they operate?"

Bruce was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth with a little kindness and amused.

He tugged at the clothes on his body, "The sum of our outfits may start at more than ten thousand. Rich people like us couldn't ask the truth in the past."

Like a sophisticated computer, he extracted the data of the charity point in that district from the brain's database, "I remember that the branch in the tenth district is in charge of the Deaf-mute Charity Fund. If you want to check the situation, you must at least dress up first." become a deaf-mute."

Bruce put the car keys he was about to take out back into his pocket, "Can you use sign language?"

"I learned it when I was making a movie."

"That's good." He looked around and led me into an alley familiarly.

My expensive red-soled high heels stepped through garbage bags and sewage, and stopped in front of a second-hand clothing store led by Bruce.

He smiled at me, the lightest smile I've ever seen, "Do you mind?"

I shrugged, "I am willing to take risks with the brave man."

We picked out two outfits at a second-hand clothing store.I walked out of the fitting room, uncomfortably tugged at the material on my body, and subconsciously asked, "How do you feel?"

The second I asked this sentence, I regretted it. The purpose of our trip was not to look beautiful. It has no practical significance to look good.

But Bruce raised his chin solemnly and answered me with a frown, "Not qualified, I still feel like a glamorous star."

"...I just thought you were complimenting my beauty." I thanked politely.

Then we went back to the car, Bruce bought a bag of cosmetics, and started teaching special effects makeup by hand.

I think that although the makeup technique is not so outstanding, at least it is enough for daily life.Bruce's proficiency made me think differently. He is usually learning some strange knowledge.

The hand that was covered with scars patted and smeared his face proficiently, and even the movement of shaking off the remaining powder was neat and crisp.I was stunned and slowly put down the air cushion in my hand.

I don't deserve makeup.I don't deserve this air mattress.

Powdering himself, Bruce brushed his hair and rubbed a little lotion into his hands to tangle and oil it.Gone is the Gotham baby in the driver's seat, replaced by a random passer-by who can be seen everywhere on the street.

Passerby A tilted his head towards me, "What's wrong?"

"If I haven't quit the circle," I said seriously, "I will hire you as my makeup artist with a high salary of five cents a day."

"The famous Gotham Grandet." Bruce frowned.

Immediately, he observed the makeup on my face with dissatisfaction, "It's so beautiful, I need to change it."

"Why can't a beautiful dumb man marry an ordinary-looking deaf man?" I accused, "You're prejudice."

Bruce stared at me for a long time without saying a word, and I looked back confidently.

He found a light brown eyeliner in the cosmetics, and suddenly approached it.

I widened my eyes and saw him lowering his eyes intently, and the tip of the eyeliner tapped the bridge of my nose several times quickly and steadily.

"After having freckles, I don't recognize you very much."

Bruce stepped back, adjusted his expression, and put on an honest and honest look.

"Okay, pretty little mute, go with your deaf husband to the Gotham Mercy's Disability Claims Office."