Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I must stress that I do not discriminate against any LGBTQ group.

Bruce's cousin Kate is a beautiful woman, and I didn't keep a distance of more than one meter from her, and we went shopping together.

"But you're discriminating against me now," Lucille rubbed an aggrieved face, "There's a meter from the sofa to the dining table."

I sat at the dining table and fiddled with the bracelet that I couldn't get off, "This is not discrimination, it's called being vigilant against kidnappers."

"You're hurtful," she put away her fake expression, stretched lazily on the sofa, "I don't like you anymore."

It had been eight hours since I had woken up in my room, and Lucille had neither let me go nor acted.

She just lay on the sofa and supervised me to prevent me from escaping. Her leisurely figure was exactly the same as that of the old security guard in charge of the park.

"What are you going to do?" I couldn't figure it out, "You don't look like you have accomplices, do you just keep me here as a vase to admire?"

"Otherwise what do you want me to do?" Lucille looked at me strangely instead, "do something exciting?"

She didn't talk about it, but I was more sure that she was accomplishing some kind of plan.

She kept me to woo Bruce, but she's from an alternate world, and if she wasn't lying to me about her sexuality, what did she need Bruce to do for her?

Lucille lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully.

Just when we were both silent, there was a knock on the door, the rhythm was very fast, it seemed that the person who knocked was very impatient.

I stared nervously at Lucille, who stood up calmly and walked to the door, "Who?"

There was no answer outside the door.

Lucille asked again, "Who?"

A few shots were fired, and Lucille stood at the door, the handle loosened from the door.I immediately realized that someone outside had broken the lock with a gun.

This can never be Bruce, he would be more inclined to use the concussion batart to score in this situation.

The door with a broken lock was kicked open from the outside, and Lucille stood in front of the door, unhurried.

She raised her hand to easily withstand the overturned door panel, and pushed the person and the door together with only one hand.

"Sorry, the room is full." She squeezed with one hand, and the doorknob and lock cylinder became a piece of scrap iron in her hand.

How the hell is she so strong?

Is the identity of the earth people also reversed?

Gaining a few seconds of activity time, she quickly dragged me away from the dining table and pushed open the window.

"Wait a minute, you're going to—!"

She put her arms around my waist and jumped down from the window. The height of the thirty-story building turned into howling wind and a momentary sense of weightlessness.

I couldn't even swear, but Lucille laughed in my ear, "It's still 100 years away from catching me!"

A zipline flew out from the cuff of her right hand and caught the billboard on the opposite building.She lifted me like a little chick, easily swinging in an arc in mid-air.

It's a pity that she didn't choose a good landing position. Even I, who couldn't keep my eyes open in the wind, could see a lot of people gathered at the landing point in front of us.Without exception, those people raised their guns towards us.

Is she a door-to-door courier, coming in person?

"You untie my bracelet!" I struggled, "I opened the portal to run away!"

"No need," Lucille grinned, "If you take the opportunity to sneak away, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

Is now the time to think about this?

Without giving me a chance to defend myself, she activated some mechanism, and the speed of the zipline's contraction suddenly accelerated.Those with guns probably received orders to capture them alive. Although they pointed their guns at us, they fired a step slower.

Lucille hugged me and rolled on the ground. She raised a throwing knife and nailed it to the calf of the first person who approached us.

The man fell to his knees with a scream, and she roughly shoved me behind the water tower on the roof, and picked up the gun with her foot and took it into her hand.

It is obviously a gun, but it becomes a cold weapon in her hands. She mercilessly greets other people's heads with the butt of the gun, and throws the modern craft product like a javelin.

She didn't lose her weapon, because every time she threw something, she snatched it from a new person.

During the fight, I watched from the corner and noticed something unabashedly special about her.

Her physical fitness is much higher than that of ordinary people, and it has reached a level that ordinary people cannot reach.At least Bruce couldn't pinch the muzzle of a gun with one hand.

I looked around, and there was no escape route on the rooftop, no place for me to escape in the chaos.

The last enemy fell too.

Lucille kicked away the gun that the opponent was trying to reach, and punched him in the face.

"Good night." She said, shaking the blood off her fist.

"Come on, princess, don't think about running away," she tilted her head at me, "don't think about running away."

I was taken aback, and retreated from the side of the water tower to the edge of the rooftop behind, "I'll do whatever you say, then I'm not very shameless?"

"Hey," she frowned, "what are you doing there, it's easy to fall."

I chided, "Come on, you almost made me fall."

"I'm very confident, okay?" Lucille defended herself, "Come here, don't dream of running away."

She suddenly smiled, "You don't think the Batplane can catch you faster than me, do you?"

Behind me, the fleeting figure I had seen before revealed itself in full.The Batplane is heading towards this little rooftop.

I smiled, "Why not?"

As soon as I fell backward, the feeling of weightlessness enveloped me again.

A few seconds later, Lucille's face appeared in my field of vision. She was standing on the edge of the roof, staring at me incredulously.

At the same time, the sound of the hook breaking through the air sounded, and the back of my head hit the breastplate with a bang.

I complained dizzily, "Can't you be gentle and be a gentleman?"

Someone was obviously angry, and the scene seemed familiar, "Do you know how dangerous this is? You can wait!"

"If you wait any longer, I don't know how many variables will arise." I squinted my eyes to relieve the dizziness from hitting the back of my head, "Besides, I believe in you."

"You will always catch me unconditionally, won't you?"