Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I don't like Indira.

This kind of pancake topped with stew and salad is to me, once the top dish is eaten, the rest of the pancake is simply unpalatable.

I didn't expect it to have another name on restaurant menus, mixed platters.

When I saw the waiter bring a plate of crepes with vegetables on top, Jason described my face as distorted.

Jason doesn't have the habit of picky eaters, but he doesn't really appreciate the deliciousness of Injila, so we silently left it to Bruce.

Fortunately, leftover chicken and beef stews tasted good, and Jason liked spicy, as did the stewed red lentils and peas.

We ate and chatted, and the topic naturally came to Bruce, who was coming to meet us later.

Jason used a spoon to stir up the messy stew in the bowl, stuffed it all into his mouth, and used it to cover his depressed tone, "I have nothing to talk to him about."

"Is it because you don't want to chat or are you fighting?" I raised my eyebrows, "I don't think you guys have nothing to talk about in the Batcave."

"Anyway, he just doesn't agree with my idea." Jason poked the stew, "He just thinks I can't compare with Dick, Dick is more obedient than me, and I'm just a violent street kid."

I wondered, "Who are you sure you want to compare with a nocturnal transvestite who steadily sends four to ten people to the hospital every day?"

Jason shrank his neck, "This further proves that he is prejudiced. One less trash is equal to one more person with a happy life."

"I don't comment on the dispute between you." I nimbly snatched the largest piece of chicken on the plate, "My opinion is that people with different opinions should not force each other to accept their own opinions. Down."

"Speaking as if there is a second person in this family who supports my ideas."

Jason muttered sullenly, "Dick and Bruce are both using dictatorship as democracy, and Cassan has long declared that he will not hurt anyone anymore. Ah Fu, Ah Fu is straightforward, but Ah Fu has retired for 100 years La!"

I shook my fingers, "This is why you are narrow-minded. There is no one who thinks the same as you in this family, and there are no other places?"

With great mercy, I enlightened this depressed boy to look at the world, "Do you think that every time Captain America's mission is difficult, he still plays fake matches?"

Jason choked, then blushed and argued, "That's the Avengers, they're not on our side, they're still competitors in the popularity contest on Twitter!"

This is of course, as far as I know the Avengers are three years ahead of the Justice League.

Tony Stark's huge assets have contributed a lot.

"That's not what you and Dick said when they robbed Pepper of the pie." I snatched the last piece of chicken while he was distracted.

I know what Jason is up against, he's grown up enough to face the wrath of the world.

His sensitive heart is not enough for him to ignore the wailing hidden in the shadows, and his past trauma made him unable to digest the sadness of the outside world.

Bruce's approach doesn't work for him, unless we make a second persona of meters thick nocturnal creatures in about a decade.

I can't teach him how to deal with these dilemmas, I just happen to know people who can help him.

Jason's fork crushed the potatoes in the bowl from lumps to mash.

When the poor potato and hot sauce mixed into something invisible, he pretended to be casual and asked, "You don't think I'm weird, do you... I didn't mean anything else, just . ...not like a normal kid, at least not from Dick's upbringing."

I looked at him in surprise, "You are not a copy of Dick, why should you be like him?"

I put down the knife and fork, and looked at him with my chin resting, but he avoided my eyes.

"So, Mr. Todd, what do you think of me being the only one in the family who doesn't work nights?"

I didn't wait for him to answer and then asked, "May I ask what you think about me being a mage but not going out every night to patrol like you? May I ask you why I didn't find an all-black suit to wear and run in the sewer every night?" What do you think about fighting crazy clowns and nervous mask men?"

Jason's expression gradually went blank, and he frowned, "Of course I have no opinion, it's not your fault, it's not a mistake at all."

"Yes," I spread my hands, "that's my opinion."

"If you quarrel with Bruce next time, you can tell him directly that you don't dislike him dressed as a gloomy bat stepping on the head of a gargoyle against the wind and rain."

Jason doubted, "Just now?"

I pointed my thumb at the person standing outside the glass window, "Right now."

Bruce raised his eyebrows just above his hairline outside the glass window.

This is becoming more and more like a family trip.

"It was built with a piece of rock. The ancient people used the most primitive tools to carve out a church in a piece of rock." Bruce said wearing a peaked cap and spreading out the map in his hand.

Jason raised his head and exclaimed, "Just a rock? It's amazing."

Bruce spread the map to the reverse side, "Lalibela received an oracle in her sleep to carve a church out of a whole rock. The wisdom of the people is more important than the whims of the king."

The two of them conducted in-depth discussions on this topic, diverging from the rock church all the way to the divergence of kingship to the status quo of Gotham, and smoothly entered the cycle of quarrels.

I sat on the church steps and called Kassan, "Your new ballerinas look great, did Barbara recommend them to you?"

Ace squeezes beside Kashan, taking up half the shot.

"Swallow." I teased the dog skillfully, "Good boy, go back and bring you the canned dog food here."

Ace is a smart dog, he happily "wows" a few times.

Cassie took out the comb under the coffee table to brush Ace's hair, "When are you coming back?"

"I don't know," I ruffle my hair, "I'm afraid it depends on when someone is going to take us back."

I turned sideways so Cass could see through the camera Jason and Bruce as they were having a heated discussion in the church.

Kashan snickered, "Aren't you afraid of their quarrel?"

"Why should you be afraid?" I changed my posture and relaxed my numb legs. "A normal family should not be afraid of quarrels. All I care about is that I remember someone saying that he was here to do a task."

Kashan reminded, "They are already on the way to do the task."

I turned my head and saw that the two of them disappeared behind me at some point. I was like Chief Gordon standing on the roof of the police station, looking blankly at the church where I was alone.

You have worked so hard to tolerate these immature men all these years, Gordon.

Kashan put her arms around Ace's neck, "In a few days, our school will arrange a performance, and I will perform ballet with the girls in our class." Her eyes flashed with anticipation, "Would you like to come?"

Looking at her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, I almost forgot how she looked when I first met Kashan.A thin, taciturn machine built only to kill.

I left the father and son who ran away to nowhere, and smiled, "Of course, it's an honor for you to invite me."

I usually stay out of their quests, and after the two left, I sauntered through the Church of the Rock by myself while video-chatting Kashan.Now is the off-season for tourism, and I can’t catch the tour guide’s commentary. Some well-known classics have recorded audio introductions. I use my mobile phone to scan to see the stories of the representatives of the scenic spots.

There's one thing I didn't tell Jason.After I knew that he had found his biological mother, I secretly investigated the information of that lady.

She is a doctor working in one of the most dangerous and turbulent places in the world.I found a photo of her at work, with her hair neatly tied up and her sleeves rolled up to bandage a wounded person.

I know Jason will forgive her and look forward to her.Because he can't refuse a woman who needs help, not to mention that this woman is one of the professions he admires the most, and at the same time has a blood relationship with him.

I was terrified of losing him and thus was restless every moment he left me to meet another person.

The strange thing is that he has returned to me now, and I still feel a little palpitation, as if something bad is going to happen in this place.

I don't like Ethiopia.

This feeling reached its peak as the sky gradually darkened. I walked in the streets and alleys of foreign countries and felt that my heart sank into the bottom of the sea with the sun.

Bruce and Jason did not contact me, proving that their mission was not over. I sat by the flower bed and took out the ring and put it on my hand.

My heart was beating faster and faster, as if something bad was happening somewhere I couldn't see.

Anxiety gnawed at me, and just when I decided to get up and go straight to them, a spark ignited in front of me.

More Sparks twirled a door open, through which a brightly colored baby robin stumbled out leading a woman.

Sparks gather and the door closes.

He wasn't in a bad state. When he saw me showing a guilty and exaggerated smile, he wiped off the blood on his forehead, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

My heart suddenly and steadily fell back into my stomach.

I will never forgive Jason's biological mother in my life.

There is no lack of the role of female elders in his life, but there is no need for an extra betrayer who destroys his fantasy.

Jason was not seriously injured, and after a week of depression, he followed Catherine to the fashion show in Paris alive and kicking.

This incident was not an important part of his vigilante career. Although he was very disappointed with his biological mother, Catherine and I still live in this world. It is enough for him to prepare two gifts for adult women for Christmas. up.

The suspension ring given to Bruce by the ancient one has always been in Jason's hands because Jason has the aptitude to open the portal.Bruce celebrated the decision countless times.

I drew a not-so-human portrait of the clown and hung it in the Batcave. Every time I passed by, I silently cursed him for falling into an idiot in the toilet, and everyone turned a blind eye to it.

I also understand that this is not the best home for the clown. His final ending should be forgotten, until one day when children in Gotham mention the name "clown", they can only think of funny uncles who blow out balloons in the amusement park. At that time, Bruce Wishes come true.

On our third night back from Ethiopia, I had a nightmare.

I can't remember what happened in the dream when I woke up.

The only thing that is unforgettable is that I lost a very important person, and that loss brought a long and unhealed pain to this family, so that after many years, the wound festered and maggots, they had to cut off the carrion again and again, Hope to get better on its own.

I tilt my head and Bruce is sleeping next to my pillow, and he opens his eyes when he feels my gaze.

I told him, "I'm scared."

This home is very tenacious, it can survive the wind and rain again and again, and it will never collapse.

The family is fragile too, the loss of any member distorts the others, and a twisted key won't fit a rusty lock.

Bruce easily read my deepest fears, and he always knew me well.

"Are you going to check Jason's room?"

He sat up and tied up the loose bathrobe, "Tomorrow is the weekend, Dick came back tonight, the three of them must be hiding in Dick's room to play games."

I asked back, "Why not Kashan's room?"

He gave me an inscrutable smile, "Because Cass is going to throw them both out."

He took my hand, "Let's go, let's catch the little birds that don't sleep in the middle of the night."