Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I lay on the bed hugging the pillow.A hand pressed down on my spine, from top to bottom, splitting the muscles and bones, almost making me bounce like a live fish thrown into a frying pan.

My painful snort made Ace, who was guarding the bedroom door, "Wow" a few times worriedly.

Jason knocked on the door, "Are you killing pigs? I can hear Lucy's screams in the living room on the first floor."

I leaned against the pillow weakly, "Yes, this cruel man is a butcher."

Bruce's hand pressed on my shoulder, and I was shocked, hearing the crackling of bones. "No," he defended himself, "this is a handicraft inherited from Ah Fu."

I felt my back carefully, suspecting that if I was too late, I would lose them forever.

Did Bruce and Ah Fu learn massage techniques? He probably didn't learn kitchen bacon techniques.

I tactfully said, "I think it would be better if I bought a massage roller for ten dollars."

"No." Bruce vowed, "You will feel the effect after you press it. The pain you feel now is because your muscles are stiff."

"I walk the dog every day, three times around the front and back lawns of the estate."

His thumbs rest on the nape of my neck, sliding along my shoulder blades, and I can hear my muscles wailing all the way.And Bruce laughed, and I swear there was gloating in it, "You're so under-exercised."

"After all, while some guy was exercising, I was on the top of the Wayne Building arguing with the idiots for him."

Grinning my teeth, I said bitterly, "This marriage is a scam, and you finally sent me to the Wayne Group office."

My spine is like a post-war wasteland under Bruce's hands, full of mourning.Bruce said matter-of-factly, "So I'm getting paid."

I'm afraid I don't have the good fortune to enjoy your service.

I struggled to get up from the bed, and in turn kicked the guy who was cruel to me away with my feet, "If it wasn't for me, you would have at least 26 nails in your spine. I advise you to be grateful. And the way to be grateful is to follow Your eldest son who went to Haiwen to rent a house to build a good relationship is not here to torture your wife's poor bones."

"I didn't argue with Dick." Bruce said seriously.

"I heard from Pepper that he gave Morgan a birthday present in the name of Richard Grayson some time ago."

Morgan is the daughter of Tony and Pepper. She is a quirky little guy who sometimes follows Pepper to Wayne Manor to play. She is very cute.

"That's when he gave gifts to the little sister he cared about as an independent brother." Bruce said calmly, "Jason and Kassan also gave Morgan something."

"Yeah, it's just that they jointly gave a gift." I poked him in the sore spot, "Your former good partner wants to cut seats with you."

"We don't have a cold war." Bruce emphasized repeatedly, "I sent him money last week, and he didn't refuse."

The way you show your affection is brutally real.But I won't tell you that Dick bought me presents with your money instead.

I sat up and said seriously, "What about Jason, I must remind you that he didn't say hello to you when he came back from school this afternoon."

"He didn't see me."

"He ignored you."

"He just didn't see me with the newspaper."

"Yes, it just happened that he didn't see you sitting on the rocking chair in the living room and reading the morning newspaper at night." I savored carefully, shattering his fantasies of fatherly kindness and filial piety. Hot eggs."

Bruce and I looked at each other calmly, and the two of us sat on our knees on the bed, trying not to blink, and competed with each other.

In the end, I couldn't help but roll my eyelids, and Bruce confessed, "We disagree on some cases."

Normally, I don't follow the cases they investigate or meddle in their night jobs.If they got into a fight in the practice room over a uniform issue, I'd just sit on a row of chairs in the dugout and video them.

The family principle of the Wayne Mansion is that the contradictions in the underground part are not brought to the ground, but obviously, most of the time this principle can only serve as a warning.

The case Bruce was talking about did not refer to a case, but Jason's recent performance.Some criminals who were not so clear-headed were sent to the hospital by Jason for several months of recuperation, and Bruce was quite critical of this.If you want me to comment, I can only say that our family can afford the medical expenses.

Discussions on the violent behavior of the second-generation Robin began on the Internet.Some people condemned his violent law enforcement as a juvenile vigilante, which caused many teenagers to blindly discuss violence.

Jason was a sensitive kid.

He was taken into Wayne Manor by us when he was very young, and he didn't roam the streets until he was forced to become a juvenile delinquent.At the same time, his excellent performance as Jason Todd has gradually conquered Catherine's family over the years. The mother and son have a gathering every year.

Nevertheless, his experience of living at the bottom of society endowed him with empathy beyond ordinary people and a savage cognition of self-salvation.I can't deny the validity of this savagery, since Batman isn't a meek being, after all.

Bruce was very distressed. Whenever he mentioned this issue to Jason, Jason always responded perfunctorily on the surface, and would still go his own way next time.

The conflict between the father and son became more and more intense. Once I discovered a violent quarrel, they tacitly changed it to a cold war of ignoring each other, like two elementary school students arguing.

Halfway through Jason also thought about going to Dick to find his brother to form a united front against Bruce's power.

I didn't prevent their brothers from communicating, and it's good that Bruce can make a little contribution to brotherhood.

I must emphasize that although Dick lived alone in Bludhaven, he was not completely ignorant of the various events going on at home.I will call him regularly and tell him about the situation at home, commonly known as "snitching".

As long as Dick is a little soft-hearted and calls to console his embarrassing father, he will enter the process of "helping, arguing, and getting angry".

The call eventually came back to me.

Dick said angrily, "I'm not helping him with the baby, please, I've been an adult and independent for a long time!"

"If you tell Jason that you treat him like a child, he might come through your apartment window in the middle of the night and throw frogs into your bed."

I politely suggested the possibility, "He's been mad for a long time that the first generation Robin was more handsome than the second generation Robin in the newspaper photo."

"It can't be my fault." Dick said in a low voice, definitely containing the element of desperation, "I heard that Jason has his biological mother?"

"It was detected by the bat computer." I flicked my fingernails casually.

I can see that Jason has a little expectation and longing for his biological mother, whom he has never met, but it is far from the level that makes him lose his mind.

There is no shortage of mother roles around Jason. In fact, if you want to be his mother, you have to queue up and register, and come one by one in order.

He was just curious with some complaints, wanting to see what the woman who abandoned him looked like.

Because of the argument with Bruce, Bruce didn't know about it, but besides me, Dick was included in his plan to run away from home.

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"Okay." I sighed regretfully, "Originally I planned to ask you to help us drive."

Jason is underage to drive, and I'm not going to be the driver when he meets his biological mother.Just because I accept Catherine doesn't mean I accept a strange woman who threw her child to other people from an early age.

I shouldn't have promised Jason to go with him, but he begged me carefully, and I couldn't refuse him.

I always had an uneasy feeling about sneaking on a plane with Jason to a foreign country without Bruce knowing about it.

Jason was sitting on the seat next to me reading a book. He obviously didn't read a word, tossing and turning the book in his hand.

I opened the blindfold a little, "I don't recommend reading the ending of a book first, you will lose most of your interest in it if you read the ending first."

"I'm bored." Jason closed the book, "No, the book is boring."

I grabbed his face and pinched him twice, "Contradictory."

"Don't treat me like a child." Jason complained vaguely, "It's embarrassing to pull a man's face in public."

I let go and clapped, "Only honest people will be respected."

I looked at him, he looked at me, his eyes began to dodge around, flickering.

Jason scratched his head, "I was thinking, I shouldn't have brought you here."

"Ok?"

He observed my expression vigilantly, "Maybe I come alone, or it's better to let Dick accompany me."

"I don't feel forced." I told him, "I'm glad you let me be with you."

After thinking about it, Jason said awkwardly, "We can, um, take this as an opportunity to go abroad. You have helped Bruce work in the company for a while, and now is a good opportunity to leave him and go out to play."

I nodded, "It makes sense, but unfortunately Ethiopia is really not a good place to visit."

Jason smiled mischievously.

Ethiopia is indeed not a prime place for tourism, it is full of war and inequality.But from another perspective, if you choose to travel in Africa, here is a good start.

Jason compared the location of his biological mother he found, and I sat on the low wall next to him and ate the local specialty staple food Injila.

The fermented cake made of teff powder didn't suit my taste very much. Fortunately, when I bought it, I cleverly skimmed two halves, and half was sent to Jason, who didn't eat a bite.

I watched the unpredictable expression on the boy's face with Indira in my mouth, and took a picture of the fermented cake with only two or three bites in my hand and sent it to Bruce. Unpalatable food."

After waiting for about half a minute, the other side replied to me with a picture. It was lunch at Wayne Manor today. Afu had grilled ribs and mango foie gras tart.

With jealousy burning in my chest, I cursed viciously, "You do the dishes today."

There was a quick reply, "The dishwasher at home was not installed for nothing."

Miscalculation, it was obviously something I used to be lazy, but the rib eaters took advantage of it.

I forwarded the words he sent to Ah Fu, at this moment Jason suddenly grabbed my cuff nervously, "She came out!"

I followed his gaze, only to see the back of a woman hurrying past.

I'm not Jason, I don't have a good impression of a woman who, for whatever reason, leaves her child behind.To me, she is just a passerby passing by me.

I looked down and saw that Jason's sneakers were rubbing against the rocks on the soles, drawing irregular curved lines on the ground.

I patted the back of his head, "If you want to go, hurry up, don't dawdle."

He covered his head, "Aren't you going with me?"

"I've already accompanied you here." I said, taking a bite of the unpalatable Injera, "I'll wait for you here, I won't leave, go."

The woman was almost out of his sight, and Jason had to speed up to chase her out.

He looked back at me as he ran toward her, and I shook my head at him.

I didn't want to get involved with the mother-son pair, and I didn't want to see if she and Jason looked alike from a certain angle.

Although Bruce and I adopted Dick, Jason, and Kassan, I never claimed to be their mother.Mother is a very strong word, and I'm not sure I can handle it.

I can't say I'm happy at the moment.

I admit that I am biased. A woman who works as a doctor abroad may not be a cold-blooded person, and what happened at the beginning may not be without difficulties.

I'm just afraid of her taking Jason away from me.It's not the same as Dick moving to Bludhaven, completely different.

The phone rang, I got through, and Bruce grumbled, "You know it's wrong to involve referees in couples' wars, don't you?"

"You know it's wrong to steal behind others' backs, right?"

"You and Jason are eating Ethiopian specialties." Bruce pointed out, "If you want to define this as stealing, it is mutual."

The background sound on his side was too quiet for Wayne Manor, without Ace's dog barking and Kashan and Ah Fu's chatting.

"Are you in the Batcave?"

"I'll be at your side right away," he said. "The case is relevant."

Bruce is always very serious when he talks about the case. From his tone, I can tell that the matter is not very urgent from his perspective.

"Is it related to Jason's biological mother?" I held my breath.

"No." He denied, "I have investigated her identity and background, there is no problem."

"Okay." I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed.

"You're so nervous, Lucy," Bruce said. "You checked her background too, didn't you?"

"I just had a bad feeling. It's always good to be cautious."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, I couldn't see his face, but he should have smiled, "You know, you are like a cat mother who is afraid that her child will be snatched away by others."

"Hey." I shuddered, "Can we stop talking so disgustingly?"

"Admit it, you are afraid that you will no longer be the only mother in Jason's mind."

Shut up, you're taking advantage of a Willis scum.

"I deny your statement and want to punch you in the air." I snorted, "You are too emotional, I refuse to communicate with you."

I unceremoniously hung up the phone and blacklisted the number he was using now.

Injera went from hot to cold in my hands and became even more unpalatable.

I broke it into small pieces and stuffed them into my mouth to chew mechanically.

Every second that Jason and the other woman were away, I couldn't help but wonder what their conversation was about.

They might embrace tearfully, maybe she would kiss his forehead, maybe they would talk about me.

A passable female elder.

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"The cake in your hand is about to be broken into pieces by you, so don't eat it if you don't want to eat it."

Jason stood in front of me, "Let's try a decent local restaurant."

I frowned, "It's a waste of food."

"You can take it back to Bruce." He snickered, "This is a present."

I jumped off the low wall and followed him to the city.

I said, "Aren't you going to accompany your own mother?"

"She has her own business and doesn't need my company." Jason said sincerely, "But if I don't accompany you, you might let Ace bite me when you go back."

Thank you for pointing me to a clear path, I will make a deluxe version of dog rice for Ace when I get back.

"You met your biological mother," I asked, "do you have any ideas? Like moving to Africa to live with her or something."

Jason looked at me in surprise, "I'm 15 years old, are you going to kick me out of the house?"

"That's not what it means."

I'm a little happy, but I can't tell what I'm happy about.

So I put my arms around Jason's shoulders, "Come on, let's go to the best local restaurant for dinner, and you pay for it."

"I'll pay?"

"You take Bruce's pocket money, you pay."