Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The moment Alfred pushed open Dick's bedroom door, Bruce and Jason were having a polite argument over whose kart had just crossed the finish line first.

Kassan and I huddled on the couch and ate all the chocolate from the snack plate.Dick pouted his ass and looked for the game CD in the cabinet, "I'm almost there, just a little bit."

The whole family was happy and happy. Behind the suddenly opened door was Ah Fu's expressionless face.

At this time, I am always very fortunate that Bruce has the highest priority of being criticized in the game.Thank him for blocking Ah Fu's yin and yang for us alone.

The day after Jason came back from Paris, I took him to a meeting.

I rang the doorbell of the law office and waited a moment for a man in dark glasses to open the door for us.

"Is your assistant out of the office?" I shook hands with the man and introduced him, "This is Jason, my adopted son."

"Jason, this is Matt," I led Jason into the office. "You should know him, the legal counsel of the Gotham Charity Federation."

Jason looked at Matt curiously and vigilantly. The famous blind lawyer was walking freely between tables, chairs, stools and cabinets, and the guide stick in his hand seemed to be just a decoration.

"Is he really blind?" Jason asked me in a low voice.

Matt turned his head, pushed up his sunglasses and gave Jason a cool look with his dull eyes, "It's true."

Jason shrank his neck, I patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "This is your future teacher."

Jason stared like a stunned fawn. He looked at me, then at Matt.

Bruce's teachings surged into his mind at this moment, and the materials and information he used to memorize while eating popcorn on the sofa with Dick flashed before his eyes one by one.

There was a subtle pause in Jason's world, and he stared at Matt, who was sitting behind the desk with Shi Shiran, "...Daredevil?"

"It seems that your information is shared." Matt took off his sunglasses, revealing a face similar to Bruce's.

Jason was shocked again. He learned his lesson this time, and quietly pulled me aside, "You didn't cooperate with him because of his face, did you?"

"what?"

Jason tried to gesture, "I mean, you didn't choose him as your partner because of his resemblance to Bruce, did you?"

"Of course not," I tapped his head. "By the way, Matt's hearing is very good, at least better than yours."

Jason turned his head slowly, and Matt played with the sunglasses in his hand and smiled slowly at him.His open mouth showed two rows of sharp white teeth, like a shark ready to hunt.

From this moment, Jason's 24-hour non-stop internship career in the law firm officially kicked off.

I returned to Wayne Manor alone, and gracefully made myself a pot of tea.

Matt sent me a message that night, and I opened it to see a photo of Jason receiving a client at a law firm during the day, accompanied by an emoji that said "yeah".

I took a sip of my tea and shook my head lightly.

After a while, Jason sent me a message, which was full of exclamation points and strong tone words.

"You didn't lie to me, right? He really isn't another identity of Bruce, Marlon the Match..." followed by a string of insignificant gibberish, showing the tragic fate of the protagonist being discovered and taken away.

The phone beeped twice, and Matt came forward to explain, "We are on the way to training, and we do not support parental contact for the time being."

It sounds like these two are going to torture each other for a while, don't worry, it won't affect Jason's studies, he's on vacation.

When Jason was around, Bruce fought with him every day.Now that Jason was training under other people, Bruce was occasionally worried.

I reassured him, "It's okay, Matt is not a demon and won't turn your son into a stone statue."

"I'm worried that he would cause trouble there and be returned." Bruce propped his chin with a gloomy face.

I was wrong. The father-son relationship between the father and son does not seem to be very sincere.

The first training Matt gave Jason was to teach him how to be a blind man.According to him, it taught him to make peace with his anger.

Although I don't understand the causal connection between the two, I trust my former legal counsel.

A few weeks later, Jason returned from a break.I pushed open the door and saw a calm young man standing at the gate of the manor.

His plain expression made me think for a moment that I didn't send him to Matt's law firm to cultivate himself, but to send him to the mountain to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha.

He can turn a blind eye to Dick who just came home and crazily eats on the sofa with his favorite Neapolitan ice cream, which he has cherished for a long time and is not willing to eat!

After finishing his ice cream, Dick rubbed his chin and looked at his younger brother who held a stick in his hand, "What's in his hand?"

"Guide stick." I explained intimately, "It's a gift from Matt."

"Who would give someone a guide stick as a gift?"

"blind."

Dick's thoughtful expression paused, and then became unfathomable, "I have an idea."

He cleared his throat and said to Jason passing by the living room, "Todd, I have something to tell you, I hope you won't be angry after listening."

Jason turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Dick buttoned his nose in embarrassment, "It's like this, I borrowed the books in your room when you were not at home."

Jason's face remained unchanged.

"The novel signed by the author."

There was a gushing anger hidden under the calm appearance, but he suppressed it after all.

Dick beamed. "Since you don't mind, that's great. I actually ate ice cream while I was watching it, so the cream—"

A figure jumped up suddenly, throwing Dick off the sofa onto the carpet, almost unilaterally pressing on the carpet and beating him.The blind guide stick has played a super combat effectiveness in this brotherly war, whether it is a noose or a metal stick head, it is full of lethality.

Cass took a bite of the cheese stick that I had just unwrapped and had no time to eat. "Jason's cultivation doesn't seem to be completely successful?"

I shook my head regretfully, "No."

Jason, who did not practice successfully, returned to the law firm after a short vacation. In the middle of the night, he and Matt parkoured on the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

Bruce sighs over breakfast, staring at the snapped photo of the two in the newspaper.

I leaned over to take a look, and the camera only captured two afterimages speeding across the roof. Fortunately, Jason was not wearing a Robin uniform, otherwise the comments on the Chaoying Forum would have been extremely exciting.

I asked Bruce, "Do you have a sour feeling in your heart, should you taste Jason's now?"

Bruce gave me a look, "No," he said sincerely, "I just sigh that there is finally another person who can feel what I feel."

If you want to suffer, you will suffer together, if you want to quarrel, you will quarrel together. Your mentality is so optimistic.

The second time Jason came back, I had the illusion that he was a college student who cheated on food and drink when he came home on vacation.

We talked at the table while Dick cooked goulash in the kitchen.

Goulash in red wine was Dick's specialty.When he and Bruce came back from night patrol and we were all hungry and Alfred wasn't going to make a late-night snack, Dick would step on a little bench and cook a beef goulash, and Bruce and I would finish it guiltily. , want to have another one.

In short, this is definitely a warm scene.

I asked Jason, "Did you learn anything in the half month you spent with Matt?"

Jason is full of confidence, "I have learned to fight with my eyes closed, and now I can meet my basic life without opening my eyes!"

Well, isn't the direction you're studying in a bit weird?

Is there something wrong with your master-student inheritance?

I asked again, "Is there nothing else, just learned this?"

"The crowbar is very useful for fighting. It is indeed the holy sword of physics." Jason said seriously.

Your learning direction is a little bit off.

I sighed, got up and left.Dick happened to come out with the beef stew. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"No more," I said, "I'm going to pack Jason's luggage."

He was going to stay with Matt for at least another three months.

I stayed out of Matt's upbringing, and my initial intention of sending Jason over was simply to have Matt enlighten the brooding boy.

I've always admired Matt as someone who was able to face his anger and make peace with it.

I believe that in some ways he can inspire Jason and teach him how to face himself correctly.

Just like Dick, Jason can't be Bruce's assistant all his life. Sooner or later, he will leave Batman and go his own way.

I interpret Bruce's current loss as a baby weaning.His dejected look made me think that he was not partnering with Cass on Night Watch at night, or that Barbara changed her code name and planned to become Iron Woman with Tony.

"The two are not the same," he told me.

Oh, I see, Robin and Batgirl are not the same.

"You are such a playful man." I commented objectively, "Put this passage of yours on YouTube can become a classic quotation for scumbags to defend themselves."

"I'm afraid you won't have a third Robin," I gloated. "Batman works alone."

Facts have proved that it is a good thing to let Jason go out to broaden his horizons. After returning from Matt's law firm, the irascible teenager has a good mental outlook.

Ignoring for a moment the fact that he's starting to reuse the crowbar as a weapon, his and Bruce's debate about killing or not killing stops at Jason this time.

The little bird who was about to become independent said plausibly, "I don't care if you let those scumbags live, and you don't care about me punching them. You can beat me when I go too far. Before that, we will live in peace."

I have a hunch that Jason might go to Matt's law firm for an internship in the future, as a new lawyer.

Dick had a doctorate in law and was going to the police academy to become a policeman in Haven, and someone in the family would succeed him as a lawyer who didn't make it.

The night Jason said that, we all thought it was over, until Bruce went into the Batcave to summon his favorite Batmobile.

The beast of steel that had been tamed in the past did not move. Bruce went to the garage and saw the four empty wheels under the Batmobile.

Not a single tire was left, how cruel.

Nevermind, his favorite Batmobiles are many, always the newest one, and Jason can pry at least forty more tires.

With relief, I called the Holy of Holies.

"Wang, do you recommend any magic-side schools in the Himalayas? I have a talented student here, but his character needs to be polished. I hope the teacher can do it better."