Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"I look like I traded my IQ for my looks, isn't it?"

I blinked, "But it shows that you recognize my pretty face, I'm still very happy..."

"Uh, not like that."

The boy in charge, a little younger than me, his name was Dick, was scratching his head trying to figure out how to deal with me.

"We are telling the truth, you can call your second uncle to confirm."

I sharply pointed out, "If what you said is true, I married young and adopted a large number of children, then you should call him grand-uncle."

"I thought you would mind, a group of sons and daughters who are about your age suddenly appeared." Dick scratched his head.

"Idiot, it means that she doesn't believe your long story at all." The younger Jason saw through my thoughts at a glance, "I just said, we should find some other topics to perfuse her."

"Please, this is worse." Dick said with a bitter face, "Do you want to go to the back mountain to find someone in the middle of the night? Only God knows how big the back mountain of Wayne Manor is. It's no problem to hide a death knell and an assassin army."

I couldn't understand what they were saying more and more. Maybe I was mistaken, and it was the kidnappers who had problems with their heads, not me.

Another topical character in the story, that is, "my husband", Bruce, who is well-known in Gotham high society, is standing on the sidelines.

I have to admit that just looking at his face, he is definitely my favorite.But considering his silence from the beginning to the present, I feel the need to consider the future of our marriage.

He finally spoke, facing Dick and the others, "I believe what you said for now, what do we need to do?"

Dick breathed a sigh of relief, "No, no, as long as you are willing to stay. I thought you would take us as whimsical liars."

"Ah Fu is here, I don't trust you, but I will respect Ah Fu's judgment." He glanced at the old butler standing beside him.

"What's more... I haven't considered that my future self will get married. If it's just for making up lies, there's no need to arrange for me to have a wife I don't know."

With that said, how could we ever get married?

Even if there is only this guy and other criminals left in Gotham one day, there is no way I will marry him, I choose to be single.

Re-introducing myself, I'm Lucille Crane, I'm 16, and light years away from getting married.

Right now I'm at Wayne Manor in Bristol County, Gotham, and out of nowhere a bunch of men and women pop up saying they're my future adopted children.

Bruce Wayne, the owner of Wayne Manor, is said to be my future wronged husband.

To be honest, I haven't considered the future of my marriage, but Bruce's character doesn't look like the ideal type that can impress me.

After careful thinking, I understand.This must be the case. My second uncle decided to marry a Gotham upper-class family in order to consolidate Crane's status, and Wayne is his partner.

No, it can't be called a partner, maybe the second uncle wants to embezzle Wayne's property secretly and become a leader in one fell swoop.

Thinking about it this way, it is not unacceptable for me to get married.

I quietly lowered the book and looked at Bruce, who was sitting with me in the study but a whole sofa away from me.

He seemed to be reading the book seriously. I glanced at the cover of the book and double-checked that the book in his hand was "Pride and Prejudice" and not "Les Miserables".

Why did he put on such a displeased face, was it difficult for him to breathe the air in the same room as me?

"Sitting with me, are you unhappy?" I asked him, "Although I'm not your first love, at least I don't look like one who can't breathe at a glance, right?"

"It's not that I have a problem with you." He put away the book, his eyes wandered to the door for a moment, "I'll go drink some water."

"Mr. Pennyworth brought us tea to the study." I stared at him closely, warning him not to use drinking water as an excuse to leave.

hateful.Although I also feel incredible that I will marry him in the future.But I dislike him and he dislikes me are two different problems.

The bride is me, are you dissatisfied?

I moved over to where he was sitting, it was not an illusion, he seemed to be tense all over, as if the butt was not a cushion but a needle felt.

I put down the book, leaned over to observe his expression, "Do you dislike me?"

He didn't speak, I leaned closer, "You really despise me?"

"No such thing." He turned his face sideways, unwilling to meet my eyes.

When I tried to get closer, Bruce pushed my hand away and stood up a little awkwardly, "I'm going to drink water, not tea."

He tried to remedy the situation and the awkward atmosphere at the scene, "Do you have any drinks you want, I'll bring them for you."

I looked at him like a seagull snatching chips from my hand on the pier.

He turned his face away under my creepy gaze, "orange juice or coffee?"

My eyes remained unchanged, and I watched him go out, "Orange juice."

If he brings me coffee, he's screwed.

A husband who serves the wrong drink is worthless, and I'll help my future self draft the divorce papers right away.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I suddenly changed from a green girl who had never been in a relationship to a wife reserve who was in a difficult marriage. This incident made me very unacceptable.

The only consolation is that my future adopted sons and daughters are relatively easy to get along with, at least in front of me.

My adopted daughter Kassan and her friend Stephanie, along with Barbara, a girl who is said to be close to our family, helped me get underwear and menstrual products that I could wear.

Once again, I began to think that the future me and Bruce might marry for his adopted children, not for him.

"Forgive him." Stephanie sat on the sofa carelessly. "You know, his face can give him at least [-] points. Every day when I wake up and see that face, I will be in a good mood."

"The one out of [-]?" I countered. "He wouldn't even be in the same room as me, and I reasonably suspect he's allergic to me."

"Love allergies." Stephanie affirmed, "Although I don't know the process of your relationship—well, only Afu and Dick know a little more in the whole family, but you have a very good relationship."

"Maybe it's not him, but a deformed Martian." I made two circles and put them in front of the eyes, "It's the kind of Martian with deformed green skin and huge eyes."

"Martians have small eyes, about the same size as human eyes, maybe they are redder."

Has the future developed to the point where humans and Martians establish friendly relations?

Times are moving so fast.

"Anyway, it's good that you understand what I mean," I gestured with a cross, "I don't think we are the type with good compatibility."

"Wow," Stephanie leaned against my back, poking her head over my shoulder. "Can you tell me about your ideal type? I'm curious."

She compared a seam that hides the Milky Way with her hand, "It's just a little bit."

For a moment, I could feel that everyone's distance from me was inexplicably shortened, and there were even two more people in the room who shouldn't have existed.

"Don't pay attention to me," Jason sat on the windowsill, "You can treat me like a sparrow sitting on the windowsill."

You're a bit talkative for a sparrow.

"Don't worry about me." Dick lay on the carpet, closed his eyes peacefully, "I'm asleep, good night, guys."

I don't think it's a good place to sleep.

I looked around, several pairs of hungry wolf-like eyes stared at me eagerly, as if they would be pressed on the sofa and administered Veritaserum the next second I didn't speak.

"Okay, as you wish." I thought about it carefully, and counted on my fingers, "First of all, kindness and integrity are the basic conditions."

I saw more than one person pull out their phones and start recording.

"The sense of responsibility should be reliable, so that people can rely on it." I tried to describe, "That's the kind, no matter what you entrust to him, he will be at ease."

Their expressions were a bit weird, and Stephanie sneered, "Go on, go on."

"A person who will take everything in your heart and prove everything with actions instead of flamboyant words." I watched their expressions develop towards abstract paintings one by one with doubts, "This is normal, are you going to laugh at me? "

"No, I didn't mean to ridicule, absolutely not." Dick swore to God, and he asked cautiously, "Look at your preferences, do you like the type of father?"

"No?" I was shocked, "I have?"

They closed their eyes in pain, and Stephanie patted me on the shoulder, "Maybe this is the one for you."

Jason turned off the phone expressionlessly, "I will never let him hear this recording in my life."

"Stop, stop, stop," I stopped them still wanting to beep, "Even if I like that type of boy, no matter how you look at it, Bruce can't have anything to do with that kind of guy, right?"

Barbara gave a perfect off-topic smile, "Speaking of which, are you confused why Bruce is avoiding you?"

I nodded.

Barbara clapped her hands, "This is easy to handle, just let us help you find information."

"you?"

Several people immediately cheered up, changed from the half-dead irritability when we first met, and became determined and energetic.

Stephanie hooked my shoulders, "Leave this to the boys, ask for gossip, Jason is a professional."

As she spoke, she gave Jason a thumbs up.

Jason pouted, "Don't frame me, don't you want to know?"

Dick's expression was serious, as if he was on a mission related to world peace, "Jason, we need equipment, are all the bugging devices at home turned on?"

Wait, eavesdropping on what?

Is this home really normal? What kind of home would install bugging devices?

Barbara said compassionately, "Don't worry, Dick and Jason are very good at prying people's mouths open, and their interrogation skills are first-rate."

It sounds even worse. The two key words prying mouth and interrogation techniques are too dangerous, right?

What kind of demons and ghosts will I live with in the future?

"Don't worry," Dick assured me, "Even if you inject him with Veritaserum today, you will definitely find an answer for you."

No need for Veritaserum, please discuss gossip in a safe and legal way!

...So it turns out that Veritaserum is a real prop in this home?