Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I stroked the short hair that only reached the shoulders, and found that with this length, the tail of the hair can just sweep to my collarbone.

Now that fall is almost here, it's okay to wear a caramel coat.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom in Wayne Manor, you can see a large area of ​​wild forest rendering orange red withered yellow among the mountains.Looking further to the side, there are people in Bristol County, a few small buildings scattered in the low places.

I stood up in front of the dressing table and opened the window to let the cool air into the room.The person lying on the bed snorted unconsciously, as if his forehead hair blown by the wind rubbed against the bridge of his nose.

This is the third day since I brought Bruce back from the sewer maze.

When he first came back, he was in a bad condition, malnourished and taking a lot of hallucinogens.In order to control him, Ah Fu directly administered a tranquilizer with enough dose to stun an elephant.He fell on the bed and fell into a coma for three days, until just now there was no sign of waking up.

I sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pinched his nose, "Sleeping Beauty, do you need the prince's awakening kiss?"

His eyelashes struggled, and he turned his face awkwardly, avoiding my devil's hand, "...Lucy?"

"Congratulations on returning to the happy and warm Wayne Mansion. Today's breakfast is an improved version of Alford's cucumber sandwich, with honey mustard sauce added to adjust the taste." I paused, "The bad news is that the last one was eaten by Dick He thought you wouldn't wake up until tomorrow."

Bruce covered his eyes and groaned, and slowly dragged his stiff body up, "Now...?"

"Friday, September [-]th."

I poured him a glass of water, and Bruce took the glass and drank from the glass obediently like a big sleepy cat.

I propped my chin and watched him drink water, "You have been in a coma for three days, during which you have to rely on glucose to maintain your basic nutritional needs. The bottle was taken away by Kashan a few minutes ago. Do you plan to take a rest first, or should I tell you directly?" Good news for them you woke up."

Bruce grunted a few times, and whispered, "Please spare me."

It seems that there is a need to sleep back into the cage.

I took the empty glass and was about to leave him for a quiet resting space when I put a hand around my wrist.

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

"Huh? Are you inviting me?"

He pointed to my eyes, "Have you not slept well for a few days?"

Since someone invited me, I don't intend to hold back.I took off my coat and got on the bed, lying next to him, the retained needle on the back of his hand touched my palm.

"In all fairness, I'm doing pretty well, right?" I said proudly, "When you called the bookstore, you probably didn't expect that you would really reach the point of saving the hero."

He scratched my palm twice dissatisfied, "I have always...trusted you a lot."

"It's useless to try to please me now," I said, "I'm going to skip your recovery snacks, and no one is allowed to give you cookies."

He turned his head to look at me, and I turned to look at him.

"I have something to tell you...wait for a few days."

"Coincidentally, I also have something to say." I reached out to cover his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't sneak into the maze under the sewer, you have plenty of time to organize your words."

I read his expression correctly, he should have smiled and closed his eyes in relaxation.

I pushed back the black hair on his forehead and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Good afternoon."

"You have to stand with us and resist him with us." Jason sat cross-legged on the sofa and said angrily.

"Agreed, the punishment for just banning snacks is too light." Dick said seriously, he was cooperating with Jason to fan the flames, "As his partner—and the reserve partner, we ask for information sharing."

The two boys who cleaned up the Batcave were unhappy with Bruce's exclusion of them from going alone.I couldn't bear to tell Dick that Talon had a lot to do with Harry's circus, and that he himself was one of the targets.And this incident is one of the driving forces behind Bruce's determination to act alone.

"You need to fight for your own interests," although he may not accept your opinions, "I suggest you isolate him." Although there is a high probability that it will not work.

Kassan stammered beside her, "Don't...isolate."

She is trying to communicate with people. We took turns teaching her pronunciation. Now she can say a few simple and understandable syllables awkwardly.

"It's not the 'isolation' you understand, Kashan." I comforted the girl and gave pointers to the two unhappy boys, "This result requires you to adjust and find the best balance. The point is that you need to talk, not ask, but It's a negotiation."

"It's tiring to communicate with him." Dick complained on the sofa, holding a pillow and waving his arms, just like a qualified drama queen, "He can say 'we need to talk'. We are 'you need to calm down'."

Because it's so real that I'm going to be mad at them.

I nodded, "I'll talk to him about this."

Bruce's disappearance threw the family into a state of panic, affecting every child.Dick and Jason were more involved in training, while Kashan was tense and restless, as if returning to a dangerous place.

This incident exposed the problems in Bruce's life as a vigilante.

In fact, he had trusted his little sidekick throughout his nightly activities with Dick.But once the problem involves the people around him, he will make decisions for others without authorization.

No information was shared between us, we just knew "what he wanted us to know".

Once he decided not to reveal, we were like a group of prisoners locked in a room, ignorant of what was going on outside.

The biggest reason for Bruce's disappearance was not that he was taken away by the court's killer, but that the claws involved Dick's life experience, and he investigated in private without telling everyone.

This is similar to the original "mother" incident.He didn't want to tell me that he was afraid that "mother" would have anything to do with me.I was like a coconut floating in the sea throughout the whole thing, not knowing where I came from or where I was going.

This is really a big issue that affects family life.

Afu is also dissatisfied with this, which is reflected in Bruce's sitting on the bench for a few days.He and Leslie teamed up to push Bruce, who had almost dropped two hundred pounds, to rest on the bed. According to them, Bruce needed at least a week of rehabilitation training.The three children in the family are happy to serve as sparring partners.

I enjoyed admiring their three-on-one heroic posture on the stairs connecting the Batcave to the study, and took advantage of Ah Fu being diverted by them to go to the kitchen to steal soda.

The soda is not mine, Ah Fu does not allow unhealthy food at home.The soda was Dick's stash.

It's okay, he shouldn't mind, I'll return him the mineral water in the same glass bottle.

I carried two bottles of soda from the attic to the roof of the manor. Sometimes a few children would play hide-and-seek and have a small meeting here. The roof was cleaned very clean.

It's been three years since Bruce and I were married, and almost four years since I dated him.We are not currently in a romantic relationship.

I drank half of my soda, the sunset glow in the sky was rendered layer by layer, and the wind was a bit cold.

The little door to the roof creaked open, and someone came, sat next to me, and stole my second bottle of soda.

"The three of them caused me a lot of trouble." Bruce complained with a smile, "When they grow up, I have to figure out enough countermeasures and methods to maintain my father's dignity."

"Because they're upset about your refusal to share information," I reminded. "How are you going to explain to Dick that a horror nursery rhyme group has taken a fancy to him and wants to put him in a coffin?"

Sure enough, there was another awkward silence.

"You can't hide it from him for the rest of your life, and objectively speaking, you can't hide it from him for the rest of your life." I said calmly, "Hiding it is just a way to avoid the problem."

He sighed, "...Thank you for your hard work this time."

"You accepted Dick as Robin in the hope that he would be a vigilante under your watch. But this time you made a bad start and he will learn from you until one day he finds something bad , he will decide to take it on himself just like you, and then trap himself in it."

I took a sip of the soda, but didn't swallow it for a long time, "You each need to take a step back, and we each need to take a step back."

He raised his head and looked at me with some surprise.

I put down the soda bottle and met his eyes, "I can not interfere with things you don't want me to participate in, and I don't interfere with your night work. But relatively, you can't hide anything from me about me, everything Decisions require my own judgment."

Bruce pursed his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, "I made you feel wronged."

"Of course I'm wronged." I patted his face with both hands, ignoring his bitter expression, and lay down on the roof, pillowing his knees.

It happened to be able to see a sharp jaw and half of the darkening sky.

"Because I'm your wife, one of the closest people you have in this world. I don't want to be left out of my partner."

I stared at the eastward-moving cloud in the sky, "As Batman, you don't expect a partner like me...you want something a little bit more exciting, something sharper, who can be with you Companions running side by side on the roof of the night...I'm sorry I'm not that kind of person."

"Lucy, I..."

"Quiet, listen to me."

I settled into a comfortable position, "But as Bruce, you want a stable and peaceful family. There's no disputing that, everyone wants happiness. You're just...you're just using Batman's Treat us the way you treat this family."

"You think that's not me?"

"You can't say that." I closed my eyes and felt the night wind, it was too cold.

Bruce was moving. He took off his jacket and covered me.

"You think you're Batman more than you think you're Bruce."

"Brucie was just me in disguise."

"Brucie is not Bruce." I asked rhetorically. "Isn't Batman one of your disguises? This identity was originally designed to deter criminals, unless you think you have a natural preference for operating in the shadows."

"That's for mobility."

"Also part of the theatrical performance." My fingers may or may not be trembling, "Batman is well-designed, he may represent your personality most of the time, but there is exaggeration and acting ingredients."

"But I am him."

"You are not him." I opened my eyes suddenly, looked at the sky indifferently, the cloud was about to move out of my sight, "Batman is just a name, wait until someone takes over your mantle in the future, whether it is Dick , Jason, or even Kassan. As long as they put on that suit, they are Batman."

My two hands, hidden under his coat, clenched into fists at some point. "Brucey is played by you, Bruce is not. Do you want to say that you are also acting when facing me, Ah Fu, and the children?"

He didn't speak, I reached out and rubbed the space between my eyebrows, pretending to twirl my hair.

Oddly enough, when you are repeating something light and simple, mechanically, your attention is more concentrated.

"If you want to say that this is acting. Then I will tell you that everyone in the world is acting. I don't want to work. I work hard for the show. I don't want to wear black in the middle of the night and fight with round-faced chickens. , I acted. I don’t even want to go diving in the sewer and find my husband in a maze full of poisonous gas, this is also my act.”

I cover my eyes with my hands, and my forehead seems to be burning, "And the reason I'm doing this is—because, I love you. I'm willing to do it."

He sighed and grabbed my hand over my eyes, "Lucy."

His voice was helpless and sad, "But what should I do?"

He was asking a question, and he knew the answer, a difficult answer.

Bruce Wayne thought of himself as a sacrifice to Batman, he forgot that Batman was originally created by him.The cloaked man in the dark was originally an image created to spread fear.

I don't ask him to hand in full marks.

"If you think you're Batman," I breathed a sigh of relief, "then I want to ask you, can you...can you be nice to my husband, to Bruce Wayne."

He grabbed my hand tightly and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb repeatedly.

I don't know how long it took, a few seconds, a few minutes, ten minutes, the sky completely dimmed, and lights lit up in the distance.

Bruce grabs my shoulders and lifts me off his lap.

He hugged me and I felt warm and safe in his arms.

"He said he would."

He paused for a moment, kissed my forehead, "Thank you."