Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

First of all, I want to state that it is not my idea to talk to Bruce.

I didn't, didn't, didn't care at all why he avoided me.

It is not enough for a boy to have a good-looking face, and a person with a bad personality will not have a wife, let alone me as a wife!

But Dick and Jason were on their way, and to live up to their efforts and their good intentions, I decided to condescend to hear what Bruce had to say.

Barbara put her arms around me, and we hid in the game room, and she connected her computer to a pinhole camera that Dick had tucked into his collar so we could see and hear what was going on on Dick's side.

Bruce wasn't in the study, of course, the study was where I was, and he didn't go where I was.

Humph, narrow-minded guy.

Dick and Jason searched around and finally found him under a tree in the back garden.There is a bench under the tree, and Bruce sits on the bench and reads a book.

Seeing Dick and Jason walking over shoulder to shoulder, he looked up at them, "What's the matter?"

"Why are you here!" Dick exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Coincidentally, Jason and I were getting ready to come over...uh."

Jason kicked him, and continued, "Come and find a place to hide, you know, the manor is now a girl's world, we just want to find a quiet place to enjoy life."

Bruce looked at them, his blue eyes were beautiful, the color was just right between cornflowers and hydrangeas.

"There are also benches on the other side." He completely ignored the embarrassed brothers and asked them to leave in disguise.

I could hear Dick's voice choked up in his throat, and it took him a while to recover from Bruce's rudeness, "Can you be nicer, and the language can be a little more tactful."

"You came here specifically to find me." Bruce affirmed, "But you want to play a guessing game with me, and I don't want to play it, it's as simple as that."

"Wow," Stephanie sighed, "I thought he would be a little sweetheart when he was a child, but I didn't expect him to be so rude when he was a boy."

"Sweetheart is just your fantasy." Barbara said calmly, "According to his life experience, you don't need to expect Bruce's personality as a boy. He didn't hit people directly, but he was friendly with people."

"He was called in by his parents for fighting at school when he was a teenager," Kashan said. "It was Alfred who got him out of the principal's office."

She winked at Stephanie with a subtle expression, "It's normal."

The boys were found out, but fortunately, they stopped pretending. Dick simply walked over and sat on Bruce's left and right sides with Jason, sandwiching him in the middle.

"You and Lulu don't seem to get along very well, let's come over and find out what happened." Dick shrugged, "Do a little family mediation work."

"Thank you for your kindness." Bruce said flatly, "But this is between me and her, we have no problem."

"I know you're duplicity," said Dick. "It might be better to say it."

"In what capacity are you meddling in my affairs?" Bruce closed the book in his hand, "You may have a close connection with me in the future, but for me now, we are just strangers."

His words were not pleasant, and if I were there, I would have punched him in the jaw.

Dick was visibly taken aback, having not heard him speak for a while.

Instead, Jason said impatiently, "Because you trust him so much in the future, he has to take on the responsibilities of the family during your absence, understand? This is the responsibility that you will give him in the future."

With Jason's support, Dick quickly realized that he blocked what Bruce was about to say, "There is a problem, and it cannot be solved by escaping."

"Lulu's not happy," he said to Bruce. Ugh, I'm not. "You're confusing her, you're avoiding her, and I don't want you to break her heart."

When he said this, the camera captured Bruce's movements, his lips quivered a few times, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

Jason added fuel to the fire, "Do you think your behavior of avoiding her is very covert? Our whole family has seen it. Even if we don't come to talk to you, Ah Fu will come over with vegetable juice soon."

He also put Bruce on the shoulders, and Dick was like two sets of shackles and he was firmly handcuffed on the bench for interrogation, "If you can't accept your future self entering the marriage hall, I can only say that when you get married It's a pleasure to look at."

"No... I can't accept it." Bruce took a deep breath, and under the pressure of Dick and Jason, he seemed to finally tell the truth.

"She's fine. I don't dislike her, nor do I have any objections to her existence. I'm just a little embarrassed."

"The embarrassment is understandable." Dick was thoughtful, "but you have had contact in the study, haven't you? I don't think it's difficult for you to get along."

Jason poked Bruce's waist with his arm, "So what do you think of her?"

"What's your opinion?"

Jason danced and gestured, "For example, surprise, embarrassment, etc. Lucy is very beautiful, didn't you have any thoughts when you first saw her?"

"No." Bruce said firmly, "I don't have any ideas."

"Look," I sneered, grabbed a handful of nuts and threw them into my mouth to chew angrily, "He's just dissatisfied with me, maybe he actually dislikes me in his heart, which makes him feel embarrassed and occupies a bed in his house."

Stephanie reassured me and pulled the biscuit to a place where I could easily take it, "I bet he didn't say anything, trust me, Bruce is an onion, you have to peel off his layers to be sure his thoughts."

Dick seemed to observe something over there, and the camera and his gaze turned to Bruce's slightly bulging pocket, which was blocked by Bruce's hand cautiously.

He grabbed Bruce's wrist and pulled it up, "Jason!"

Before Bruce could react, Jason quickly reached into his pocket, and a shiny hairpin hooked on Jason's finger and was fished out.

The camera is very close, and we in front of the computer screen can fully see the style of the hairpin.

The hairpin is inlaid with two rows of round pearls. It is a simple and elegant style, and the point is that it is very beautiful.

"Hey, give it back!" Bruce said angrily.

Dick jumped back nimbly, and the camera followed him around in circles for an unknown number of times before stabilizing. Both he and Jason stood on the tree, triumphantly overlooking the distraught Bruce below.

"Look what I found?" Dick couldn't help laughing, "The gift is only meaningful if you give it to someone else yourself. You don't plan to hide it secretly under her pillow until she discovers it by herself?"

"Give it back to me!" Bruce grabbed the tree trunk, kicked his feet and climbed up quickly, "Give me the thing!"

Jason said compassionately, "You can justify yourself by saying that this is not for Lucy, but I hope you can explain who you want to give it to, Barbara or Kassan, or Stephanie."

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I didn't pay attention to the rest, but I can guess that if Dick and Jason are caught by Bruce, it must end badly.

Barbara patted me on the shoulder, "Hold your head up, won't you be out of breath in the pillow?"

Who would think so much?

I can't wait to turn myself into cotton wool and stuff it into a pillow, so that I can spend my lonely life peacefully and peacefully.

Stephanie sighed, "It's quite romantic, although the idea of ​​hiding the gift under the pillow is a bit silly. If it were me, I might suspect that the gift owed to me by the Tooth Fairy was delayed."

Still, points are deducted.

I buttoned the zipper on the back of the pillow. It is not a gentleman's behavior to snub a lady. It is too much and deserves criticism.

And the issuing card may not be for me, what if it is really for Dick?

...Forget it for Dick.I imagined Dick's hairpin barely stuck in his cropped hair, and shook my head a little in horror.

On the computer screen, the pinhole camera recorded the lively scene of Bruce, Dick, and Jason chasing each other in the back garden.

Baba stretched her waist, "I finally figured out the inner world of the awkward man, so I can rest assured."

In fact, I would say that Barbara was reassured too soon.

After Dick and Jason discovered the gift Bruce was hiding in his pocket, our relationship was tepid.

There is a little progress, he no longer avoids me deliberately, we sometimes read in the same study.

The thing that stood still was that he still didn't talk to me.I was in the same room with him, like a large humanoid air.

I'm going to be mad, really.

I angrily put down the book in my hand and stared at Bruce on the other side of the sofa.

Seemingly aware of my gaze, he looked up at me with some doubts, then his whole body froze, his feet moved outwards, and he had the tendency to run away again.

All the boys who hang out with girls should be thrown into the desert for self-reflection!

How could this kind of person have a wife? Did Cupid, the god of love, help him get married?

I stood up and locked his eyes, and he licked his lips.

"Try to run again?" I stopped him and quickly walked in front of him.

Snapped--

In order to prevent him from escaping, I supported the back of the sofa with one hand, and blocked him between me and the back of the sofa. My figure and my angry face were reflected in those blue eyes.

"Who are you going to give the gift to?" I asked.

Bruce swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "It doesn't matter..."

"It's none of my business!" I said loudly, "Because I care about who you want to give it to, I don't know who you want to give it to, so I don't have the heart to do things, so this is none of my business." !"

He turned his head and muttered in a low voice, "Can't you just pretend that this never happened?"

"No, I don't want it." I held his chin and forced him to look at me, "Tell me quickly, who is it for, if I can't sleep tonight, I will climb the window to find you!"

"It's dangerous to open the window." He frowned.

"So for the sake of my safety, you have to tell me who I'm giving it to!" I said, "Otherwise it's your fault that I fell off the window sill, and you have to take full responsibility!"

Bruce's lips trembled and quivered, and just when I suspected he couldn't really speak, he whispered, "Big words."

I was about to get angry when he put his hand into his pocket, fumbled twice, and took out a beautiful hairpin.

It's the one I saw on the monitor, it's still pretty, and I actually like it very much.

I often get gifts from boys at school, but no one has ever given me a card issuer. I can reluctantly award the number one card issuer to Bruce.

He said sullenly, "I want Zhuang to give it to you."

"Compared with how to send it out, whether it can be sent out is the key."

I held the hairpin in my hand and looked it over and over again, looking at the soft luster of the pearls against the sunlight outside the window, "A gift you haven't received is nothing, you're too lazy."

"...Up to you." He said awkwardly, "I just think it matches the color of your hair well."

Blushing a little, Bruce undid the first button of his shirt at the neck.As if because of the temperature, the expression on his face returned to normal.

Did he pursue his dream in Hollywood when he grew up, otherwise it would not explain why his acting skills are so good.

The full score is [-] points, and the appearance is [-] points. The card issuance can help him add [-] points.

"Your aesthetic is very good." I pinned the hairpin to my ear, "Thank you, I like it very much."

I tilted my head, "Does it look good?"

He didn't speak, and I had clearly realized that the person I married was a mute, so I slapped his face with both hands and let him meet my gaze again.

"Girls ask questions and answer them. Is it pretty?"

He hums reluctantly, "It suits you."

Dissatisfied, this answer is too perfunctory.

I asked again patiently, "Does it look good?"

"If it doesn't look good, I won't give it to you." He suddenly turned around and nimbly slipped out from beside me.

"Hey!"

He ran to the door, turned his head to look at me, and looked at me seriously, "It's pretty." He said solemnly.

"You want to run again?" I was a little annoyed.

Bruce closes the door.

After a while, the door opened a small crack, and he poked his head in, "I'm going to get the juice, can you drink orange juice?"

"I want to drink apple juice." I poured it on the sofa pillow, "Can I add white sugar?"

"Ask Ah Fu."