Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"For several years, we have been bearing the strange eyes of others. People's hearts need to be cared for and accumulated. Before us, too many people destroyed them once."

The people on the stage looked around, "Thank you for everyone's contribution to the Gotham Charity Federation. Without you, the association would not be where it is today."

He bowed down and locked his eyes on me in the crowd, "Here, I would like to mention one more person, our former president, Ms. Lucille Crane. Thank you for pulling the charity out of people's prejudice , thank her for trusting in my ability and the future of the association."

For a moment, everyone's eyes focused on me, and I nodded while maintaining an awkward smile.

Bruce whispered next to me, "How many times has he thanked you?"

Jason spoke on the right, "Is your face not stiff with laughter?"

My smile remained the same, my lips trembled and threatened, "Shut up, or I will shut you up manually."

If it wasn't for Barbara and Kassan shopping together and Dick helping them with their bags, I would never have given you two mean guys a chance to taunt me.

Bruce rubbed his nose, "Proud of you."

Jason sang with him, "They should send you a certificate of commendation, and then Ah Fu will frame it in the center of the hall, so that we can take a look at it every day when we eat, and recall your great achievements."

"I'm angry." My facial muscles gradually tightened, "Really."

Jason made a movement of zipping his mouth shut and curled his neck.

The other asked and answered by himself, "He thanked you four times in a total of four 10-minute speeches, with an average of one time in 10 minutes. And it is exactly four years since you left office, so I have to think about whether there are any metaphors in it."

"This means that I am a friendly, amiable, and admired former president. The key is to never miss any of the summary meetings." I looked at him indifferently, "Four or ten minutes is not very long, you are here As soon as the mouths are opened at the conference table, within an hour everyone is out of their bodies."

"is it?"

"Yes."

I met his gaze innocently, and he raised an eyebrow.

Another candidate who had originally run against Joy turned out to be a member of the Court of Owls during a follow-up investigation.This group of round-faced chickens really had a crooked idea about the Gotham Charity Federation.

Fortunately, Bruce found a sharp weapon against this group of court killers in the claws we caught. Low temperature is a good choice.He caught some of the owl's handles during the investigation, so far, the two sides began to enter a confrontation stage, and the two sides remained silent.

Four years later, the Gotham Charity Federation is thriving under Joey's operation. Coupled with Joshua's JG network new media's spare no efforts in publicity and reporting, the Charity Federation has become one of the most famous charitable organizations in Gotham.

I'm perfectly fine with that, and I'd be even happier if Joey mentioned me less.

"You'd rather spend the morning listening to his roll call on the podium than go to Wayne's mid-year review meeting." Bruce's tone was calm, but I knew he was definitely expressing his dissatisfaction.

He's such a whiner.

I pointed out the blind spot, "It is obviously your responsibility to attend the mid-year summary meeting. I am willing to name it just so that you will not be affected by inexplicable reasons when listening to shareholders quarreling."

It has actually spilled over, and at one point Joshua called me to double-check that it wasn't some sort of Crane plot to annex Wayne.

The media person and my second uncle had the same ideas, and suggested that the two of them have dinner and have a good talk, maybe it could create another wave of sales peaks for Gotham's entertainment tabloids.

After the meeting, Joey warmly invited us to stay for the celebration banquet, but I politely declined.

I'm still not a big fan of gatherings like that, and of course enjoying Dick's painful shopping trip is much happier than doing business with a bunch of people smirking.

"You make me sad." Dick sighed as he sat on the bench outside the fitting room of the clothing store.

He is 15 years old and close to 16 years old, and he is an eye-catching handsome boy when he walks outside.

Jason sat beside him chewing bubble gum, and blew a pink bubble that covered half of his face, "This is Lucy, she never stands in line, she just watches the action."

Kashan had contact with normal society in a few years, she learned to speak, and had her own hobbies.While we don't approve of stalking ballerinas as apprentices, Kassan ended up with her own ballet teacher.

This time on the street, she and Barbara discussed ballet most of the time, and Bruce was pulled by them to choose the style of new dancing shoes as soon as Bruce came over.

Watching Bruce take out a black card from his wallet to pay the bills for the two girls, Jason clicked his tongue twice and said enviously, "I also hope that Bruce can be generous to help me pay the bills."

"For your new bike?" Dick countered. "You're not old enough to drive."

"Oh, yes." Jason said sourly, "You will get a fully legal driver's license soon. Congratulations, please remember that you are not allowed to drive after twelve o'clock in the evening."

Dick seemed to be distressed but shook his shoulders showing off. Jason gave him a jealous look, and got up with his pockets. "I want to see where Bruce can spend money."

Now it's just me and Dick sitting on the bench outside the fitting room, no one is paying attention to us.

Dick left and right confirmed that all family members were far away from us, and this was a private space for conversation.

He hesitated again and again, "Lulu, I have something to tell you."

I looked over at him, and he kindly pulled a chocolate wafer cookie out of his pocket and handed it to me.

I unpacked it and nodded at him, "Please tell me."

"Well," Dick licked his lips, "I feel like, well, I feel..." He scratched at his hair, "I don't really want to be with Bruce anymore."

He raised his hands to defend himself, "He is very good, we have a good cooperation, but I can't be his little follower for the rest of my life, can you understand?"

Dick gestured, "I'm almost out of that suit, and there's a Jason watching from behind... You know, I'm a little stressed."

I can understand his distress. As Bruce's first little partner, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager wearing one-piece shorts is indeed a bit too eye-catching.

At the same time, Jason has been in charge of logistics in the Batcave due to insufficient training and young age.

Using the code name "Little Beaver," this rebellious fighter once ran away from home to find his own path.

As a result, Bruce was thrown into the training room for a month of extra training, so he was able to complete the school homework on time, which is amazing.Sometimes Dick can't show up as Robin, and he will put on a uniform to help Dick.

"But you've done a great job," I said. "Don't look at Bruce, he's very proud of you."

"I understand," Dick licked his lips again, showing his anxiety and nervousness, "it may take me a while to adjust my mentality. Partnering with him requires a strong psychological quality, which can transform myself from intermittent complacency and Often fished out of low self-esteem."

From his veiled and hesitant words, I somewhat pondered Dick's thoughts, "Perhaps, you want to do it yourself?"

Having been punctured by my thoughts, Dick turned his face away in embarrassment, and whispered, "As soon as I come out, everyone is looking for him, as if the two of us are bound. I think, change a dress, A change of name might help."

"Are you going to be honest?" Dick looked at me nervously, and I smiled, "I think this is a brilliant idea, that uniform is too small for you."

It's not that Dick can't do things on his own without Bruce, he has a bunch of Junior League mates, he has his own Junior League organization, and as far as I know, he's doing a good job.He learned his skills from Bruce, and it's time to go out.

"An apprentice who does not teach for a lifetime is a waste of the master's energy. You can talk to Bruce about it face-to-face, and he will understand you." I shrugged, "Jason will be very happy, he waits for someone who can express himself The opportunity has been waiting too long."

"Sounds like I'm not welcome."

I comforted perfunctorily, "I suggest you look up and look at the friendly eyes of those men and women who want to eat you alive."

"It's not my fault for being popular," Dick said solemnly.

As we speak, the bill-paying jerk walks towards us, followed by Jason with his new basketball.I poked Dick's arm, "Don't you want anything?"

"Will you pay the bill for me?"

"No, but you can go to Bruce."

We had one of the rare moments when the whole family left Wayne Manor and wandered the streets, and it was unanimously decided that we would have our meal on the street.

Several children cheered and walked in front with their shoulders crossed, discussing enthusiastically what to eat later.

Bruce and I walked behind, "What did Dick whisper to you?"

Look, I knew that he had one more pair of eyes on the back of his head than others.

I reached out and rubbed my fingertips together, making a gesture for a tip.

The other party was thoughtful, "I remember the first floor of the JG New Media Building, the crepe shop you like opened a branch there."

"Usually, I only eat what the chef of the main restaurant cooks," I blinked, "but since you invited me, I'm willing to honor it."

We at the end of the line sneaked back and turned into the alley while the children were not paying attention.

Once we have more children, there will be such troubles. Once we decide to go out secretly and do it alone, we will face the glaring eyes of four people and bring back compensation for four people.

So we ordered four crepes to go.

Dick's texts bombarded my phone, and I was torn between pretending I didn't see it and responding with a perfunctory message.Bruce walked next to me with a packing bag.

Dick and the others chose a new restaurant, ordered dishes and waited for us at our seats.

We studied the route and decided to go through the alley.Before I could take my eyes off the phone, Bruce suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed me down, pressing me into his arms to protect me.

Between his arms, I saw a man rushing out from a diagonal stab. He held a strange-looking gun in his hand. Blue lasers spewed out from the muzzle and shot straight at us.

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment, and the last thought flashed in my mind.

"Is this the price of stealing food?"

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I'm Lucille Crane, I'm eight years old, and I live in the diamond district of Gotham with my parents.

Yes, I said the diamond district, I'm not in the diamond district right now.

I don't recognize this place, but I can see the Wayne Building in the distance when I look up. Although the building seems a little different from what I remember, the gargoyle on it is exactly the same as I remember.

Good news, I'm still in Gotham, even though Mom and Dad aren't with me.

Bad news, I don't know why I'm here.Stretching out my hand strangely, I looked at the baggy clothes on my body.But I'm not the only one here.

I saw a boy lying on his stomach not far from me, propping himself up.

He has black hair and nice blue eyes.I'm not sure if I've met him, because my mother said that good-looking people always make you think it's not the first time you've met.

I picked up a small stone at hand and threw it over carefully, "Hey, hello."