Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I can't believe that my childhood friends Jack and Janet are actually married.

Not only married, they even had a ten-year-old child, and this child is standing in front of me now.A pair of blue eyes looked at me curiously and innocently.

He inherited Janet's beauty, with soft facial features and Jack's shadow in those eyes.I tried to fool myself that it was a joke that Dick and the others couldn't do.

"According to seniority," I was impressed by the house wine game between the three of us, "what is my relationship with him? Siblings?"

"There's no need to raise Tim's seniority out of thin air." Dick said, with a ferocious twist on his expression.

He asked Jason with a daze and exhaustion, "Didn't I say that it's inconvenient to meet and not let him in?"

"I didn't open the door, don't accuse me." Jason seemed on the verge of collapse, "Am I an idiot?"

No one actually opened the door for Tim, and when the doorbell rang at Wayne Manor, all eyes were on Bruce and me.

The two of us are not in the right state and age to meet a visitor, so Dick politely declined him in the past.

Five minutes later, he appeared in our yard, standing with Jason.

According to Jason, the ten-year-old child tried to cross the forest between Drake Manor and Wayne Manor, and invaded from the side.

Jason stopped him before he broke into Wayne Manor, and he brought him in purely because Tim said something terrible.

As for what was so serious, he didn't say.Instead, Tim walked around Bruce and me a few times, murmuring.

"It's not good to entertain him now, right?" Dick tugged at his hair in a breakdown, and I was worried that he would pull himself bald.

Jason spread his hands, "He said—Batman."

Batman?What Batman?

Will there be a new IP featuring Batman in Gotham in the future?Something like Mickey Mouse Donald Duck?

Dick seemed to be choking on his own saliva any second.He looked at Tim, who was sitting beside him with a cute face, with horrified eyes.

Tim gave him a polite smile back, "I adore Batman and Robin... Robin." He nodded at Dick.

Robin, Batman and Robin, is this some new artist duo?

Tim Wenwen said quietly, "I'm your fan, and there are some moves that only you can do."

"Oh, fan." Jason sneered, apparently overwhelmed by jealousy, and was successfully divided by Tim.

Dick gasped in panic, and said in a dying struggle, "This joke scares me."

Tim's eyes curved and Dick was on the point of choking.He uses a less violent method to draw Tim into the room, followed by Jason, and Cass closes the door.

It's just me and Bruce in the living room now.I showed my doubts to him, "You and Dick...will you be a partner talk show artist in the future?"

Bruce was thoughtful, "No... no," he changed his words, "Maybe the nature is similar."

Really, the billionaire teamed up with his adopted son for a talk show?

Did my future self marry him because he was funny and could tell jokes?

The change of the years is too powerful.

The question of which show Bruce and Dick will be paired with in the future will eventually become a boring guess for the 16-year-old me.

The night Tim came, Dick took us to the secret cave under Wayne Manor.A stand-up show artist would not dig a hole in the basement of his home to put a computer in. Our computer room is a bit too spacious.

I reassured Dick repeatedly, "That's the end of it, doesn't it turn me into a 66-86-year-old granny?"

Dick stared at his eyes with dark circles from staying up late and smiled, "No, trust me."

Bruce stretched out his hand, "If you're scared, you can take my hand."

I vaguely felt that this scene seemed familiar, and I was not polite. I stretched out my hand and hugged his arm tightly, and said seriously to Dick, "Come on, I'm not afraid."

Jason snapped his fingers, and the lasers engulfed us again.

……

……

I'm Lucille Crane, a hapless beauty who married young.Adopted sons and daughters are like radishes swishing out of the field one by one.As expected, the marriage partner ranged from eight to 16 years old, and there was no difference in pissing me off.

No, he actually hasn't improved at 29, and even his ability to annoy people has gotten better with age.

"You almost pulled one of my cufflinks off when you were eight," Bruce said, calm as if he wasn't digging into a six-year-old's past.

I blamed dissatisfiedly, "You still used me as air when you were eight years old."

I lay on his back, trying to punish him with my weight.It doesn't matter if there is no sanction, it proves that I am as light as a swallow, and I can eat more for dinner tonight.

"I didn't take you for air," Bruce said, "Eight or 16, neither."

"Oh," I nodded, "Are you going to say that you are shy, I didn't see you blushing."

He glances at me, then returns to his phone.

I noticed he was listening to a recording with a bluetooth headset in his right ear.

I took off his earphones and stuffed them into my ears.

"...A person who will take everything about you in his heart and prove everything with actions instead of talking about it... This is normal, are you going to laugh at me?"

……

Fuckmylife.

I snatched his mobile phone with my hands, poking the screen desperately to delete the incriminating evidence.A small but very proud smile appeared on the corner of Bruce's mouth, "I uploaded to the cloud."

Of course, he will of course upload to the cloud, which is his second home.

I said angrily, "Tell me, what is your purpose, you kidnapper!"

"I'm in need of a new pair of cufflinks," Bruce said, even picking out the style carefully. "Just something simple and elegant."

I know him well and the number of cufflinks he has.

His purpose is so that the next time he is complimented at some inescapable dinner party, he can pretend to casually say that I gave him the cufflinks, and that they are complimenting my taste.

A scheming man.No matter how many outrageous news Joshua has made in these years, he always sits at the top.

I put my arms around his neck from behind and said perfunctorily, "All right, as you wish."

I raised the corners of my mouth and played a recording in his ear.

"...Give it back to me! Give me the thing!"

I looked at his somewhat stiff face with satisfaction, and patted his face frivolously, "It's useless for you to delete, I not only uploaded to the cloud, but also stored in ten memory cards, some of which were handed over to Dick, Jason, Kassan, Ah Fu."

I smiled, "An army against the general."

Sometimes a battle of wits is part of life as a couple, making sure our love lives are always filled with passion.

Speaking of experience.

The man who attacked us was the mayor's former son-in-law who went to jail, and the former president of Gotham Mercy.

By chance, he got a high-tech gun that can adjust the growth of the human body, and this incident happened.

We have not traveled through time and space, and the loss of memory is simply because the brain is not strong enough to carry too many memories.

It's not strictly Bruce's business, he's targeting me.

Dick handled it while taking care of us. There were some bumps in the process, and Robin, without Batman by his side, was still treated as a sidekick. Fortunately, the result was satisfactory.

He has the ability to take care of himself and his family independently, and can operate without Batman's protection.

Bruce can't say he didn't do a good job either.The father and son had an in-depth conversation one day.

It turned out that Dick took off the uniform and handed over the uniform and the code name "Robin" to Jason.

He gave himself a new code name, "Night Wing", and he will act independently under the name "Night Wing" from now on.

He enthusiastically discussed with Jason the design of the new uniform, the color scheme and equipment he wanted to use.He didn't want the cloak and armor, thinking it would hinder his movement.

With his design thinking, his uniform might be a little too tight and show off his figure, and I can't help but feel a faint worry.

Jason will take over Robin's job. He has waited a long time for his chance to play. At least the name Robin sounds more intimidating than Little Beaver.

Bruce didn't express his opinions on the surface, but in fact he was very proud of the three children in his family.Together they carried the home when both of us lost the ability to lead the family.

I'm proud of them too, everyone gave Shi Chang enough hugs.

Dick was excited to show me his new uniform, which was supposedly designed by Alfred.

I still trust Ah Fu's aesthetics until the moment when Dick makes his debut.

"Clang!" Dick spun around in front of us proudly, "How about my new uniform?"

"..." In order not to dampen his enthusiasm, I raised the corners of my lips with difficulty, "...it's quite...fashionable."

"It's a trend that no one will kick you out when you go to a disco. What's with that bird-of-paradise-like stand-up collar?" Jason said.

Oh Jason, honest and brave boy.

"I think it's not bad," Dick said disappointedly, "This collar is designed by Ah Fu, and I think it's pretty cool."

It's too early to say, Ah Fu may be the aesthetic of the last century.

I stared at the V-neck on his chest showing a section of pectoral muscle, and finally couldn't help asking, "Does your uniform have a zipper?"

"what?"

"You're wrong," Jason said sharply, "this is what he wants, to attract people's attention, and it has the same function as the bat on Bruce's chest."

Did it play this role?

really?

Bruce closed his eyes, which I translate as "terrible".

Kashan was silent for a long time, and decided to remain silent completely, to be a caring sister.

Only Ah Fu praised sincerely, "This is very good, Master Dick."

"Yeah, I like this design too." Dick twirled around twice, he was really an old-fashioned boy.

Bruce simply shifted the focus of the topic, "We still have new issues to deal with."

"Tim." He pointed to the source of the problem.

"Dick was exposed, Dick will fix it." Jason spread his hands, "Could it be that you want to beat him until he loses his memory, and I can help you with a pillow."

You are such a gentle boy, Jason.

Dick wondered, "Should I do it, uh, it's a bit difficult to do it with an old acquaintance."

He solemnly said, "I will control my strength."

Bruce rolled his eyes for a tenth of a second, "...beating people up and losing their memory won't solve the problem."

Tim should really thank him.

"Jason will go to Drake Mansion with me at night, in uniform."

Tim won't thank you, really.