Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I didn't try to imagine what would happen to me if Batman was a few minutes late.

I can't think about it, and the myriad of possibilities it creates will overwhelm me in a tidal wave of fear.I will lose the ability to stand against them as the ones wish.

My mobile phone was pierced by a flying knife and completely scrapped.I borrowed a cell phone from Batman.

Originally, I was planning to go to the street to buy it from any passer-by, but he was silent for a moment, and really felt a flat cuboid for me from an unknown corner of the cloak.

I first called Pepper to report that she was safe, and after a few simple words of reassurance, I started to do what I was going to do.

I patted the man who was beaten into a pig's head by Batman, kicked him openly, and then dialed a series of numbers.

The male voice on the phone draws lazily, "This is Joshua Garcia."

Joshua is a paparazzi, a paparazzi who made at least a few million with my ex-boyfriend list.

Thanks to him, certain celebrity gossip forums are still circulating that Pepper and I were once a same-sex couple.

I said coldly, "Mr. Garcia, it's me, your kind mobile wallet, Lucille Crane."

Long story short, "I have a big piece of news here, do you want it?"

There was a surprised gasp on the other end of the phone, and then Joshua's suspicion.

"You can't wait to find someone to beat me with a sack in a certain alley, because you and I dare not walk alone at night. How dare you sell me news?"

"There is no eternal enemy." I sneered.

"I was attacked by someone who was a crazy fan of mine with evil intentions towards me. Luckily Gotham is a city of superheroes and Batman saved me. I'm going to see that idiot's face published tomorrow In all the newspapers, you can do that, can't you?"

Joshua gasped, "Hiss," he thought for a moment, and quickly made a decision, "What do you want me to pay?"

"You don't need to pay anything," I gritted my teeth, "I want a quarter of the people in the United States to recognize his face tomorrow."

"Tsk tsk," Joshua sighed, "Why bother to mess with you."

This is to ask why they came to mess with me in the first place.

I want everyone to know that retired female star Lucille was harassed by a group of crazy fans.

Smart people would guess that I moved someone's cake because of the Charity Federation thing.The unintelligent would know that there is a horde of gutter rats lurking in the shadows ready to attack me.

No matter how daring they are to take any action, whether they have ghosts in their hearts or are full of lust, it is best to choose one of the two crimes.

After lent me the phone, he quietly stood beside him like a dumb Batman, "You don't have to do this."

I gave him a hard look, and he added as if explaining, "It's bad for your reputation."

I raised a grim smile, and stroked the blond hair on my cheeks, "Whoever is a star has no black material, I have quit the circle, and a few more places where people talk about it will not hinder me."

"When the results of the police station are published tomorrow, people will know that his news is false."

Being able to say this proves that Mr. Bat doesn't understand the entertainment industry at all.

I raised my eyelids, "The result of the police station is not important, the news I want to convey has already been conveyed before then. What's more, the person who broke the news is my old enemy, and they will naturally think that I am trying to protect myself. reputation, withholding information about the attackers."

I tugged at my sweaty shirt jacket, as if that would calm the bruises in my heart.

I shoved the phone into Batman's hand, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Pointy Ears. I'm going to the police station to make a statement for the veracity of the news. A person with a broken cell phone can't call the police by himself."

After thinking about it, I reminded again, "There is a problem with the accounts of the Charity Federation."

"I know," said Mr. Pointy Ears.

"Originally, I planned to let them go temporarily even if I found out that there was a problem with the accounts. After all, I will stay on the front line and see each other in the future. After a while, I will find out the situation of the Charity Federation, and then I will send them to the men's prison for reunion. .”

I raised the corners of my mouth sarcastically, "I didn't expect them to dislike me for being too slow. It's because I'm not active enough."

The parts of his mask that originally belonged to the eyes were covered by white membranes, as if some kind of monitor lizard had evolved opaque eye membranes to protect itself, and at the same time cut off emotional communication with the outside world.

The Gotham tabloids described it correctly. Batman seemed to be a gargoyle on the zenith of the city turned into a spirit, fell to the ground, and threatened everyone who saw him with a hideous face.

"You did a good job." He said to me with such a gesture.

The strength that supported my action suddenly disappeared, replaced by weakness and fear.

I took a deep breath, squatted on the ground without caring about my image, buried my head in my knees, and imagined myself as a prickly prickly pear.

Like a prickly pear, I stretched out a hand and made a gesture of "it's okay", "Don't worry about me... I'm just, take a break."

I knew that he didn't make a sound, but he stood beside me silently, and the hanging shadow drew my whole body into it.From between my intertwined arms, I could see the small corner of his cloak and the large swath of shadow that had gathered.

I stared at the little cape and counted to thirty, propping myself up on my knees.

The heel of the high-heeled shoes that had been tortured during the escape finally couldn't hold up, and the roots snapped off with a snap.I almost swayed and fell, and was caught by Batman's arm.

I hung on the powerful arm with the broken blade, and was speechless for a while, "...Thank you."

People are unlucky enough to drink cold water and get stuck between their teeth.I took off the high heels that were broken into two pieces, and carried them as "evidence of being attacked by crazy fans", and planned to send them to the police station later.

I walked a few steps barefoot on the cold and rough ground, and realized that there was a missing footstep beside me.

Batman was gone, and I was alone in the alley.

Didn't he ever think about escorting a lovely lady to the police station?

I wasn't very disappointed.

Well, I'm a little disappointed.

Although I'm just his shield girlfriend who takes what he needs, but we are also in a relationship that has been slept together. Really, really, really, can't you give me a little bit of preferential treatment?

Thinking of this, I walked a few steps angrily, stepping on small stones on the soles of my feet, and it was painful and cold.

If I went any further, it would appear that my brain was not very bright, so I sat on the flower bed with one bare foot, sulking with evidence high-heeled shoes.

The familiar cloak came before my eyes again, along with a pair of flat shoes.

The flat shoes were placed next to my feet, "I notified the police, you just wait here for them."

"Oh." I said blankly, "Thank you."

Is this the first time I say "thank you"?

I slipped my feet into flat shoes.Fits just right.

Maybe it was these shoes that gave me the courage to speak nonsense, I grabbed the cloak that was always dangling in front of my eyes, "Mr. Pointy Ears."

The other party answered me with silence.

"Can you comfort my poor victim?"

Continue to be silent.

"For example, compliments about my good looks are also acceptable."

Silence, awkward and suffocating silence.

I realized I was emotionally unstable, swaying my legs in the plain bat-bought flats, kicking each other with my left and right, pretending I didn't say anything.

Um, did someone talk just now, why didn't I know?

Batman stands in the middle of the alley, determined to play a living Easter statue.

We wait in silence.The speed of the Gotham Police Department did not disappoint me. In less than 10 minutes, I heard the whistle of the siren.

As soon as I turned my head, the big monster bat flapped its bat wings and flew to any corner of Gotham.

No matter how he weighed two hundred pounds, how did he manage to be so light?

I got into the police car with this puzzling question, and I didn't even think about the answer to the question after I finished the record at the police station.

At the police station I borrowed a police officer's phone, called my housekeeper and asked him to drive over to pick me up.

The housekeeper bought me a new phone on the way to pick me up, I asked him to drive me back to the charity point, and asked Gordon to help me put all the paper accounts that were not part of the evidence into the car and bring them back to me cottage.

I don't want to work overtime, they forced me to work overtime, so they deserve to die, within a month I want them all to go to the men's prison for labor reform, dig graves and fill earth in the cold and windy wilderness.

As soon as I moved all the accounts to the study, which was used as a display, the landline of the villa rang, and the housekeeper transferred it to the study.

I thought it was Pepper, and complained as soon as I answered the phone, "Senior sister, you are right, everything is a conspiracy by men to trick you into working!"

The other end of the phone was quiet for a full ten seconds, and then Bruce asked hesitantly, "Is the senior sister referring to Ms. Potts?"

"...I'm going to hang up." I tried to escape.

"Wait," Bruce called me quickly, "Gordon told me you were attacked, are you okay?"

I glanced at the flat shoes on my feet. They were plain black canvas shoes without any patterns. They were breathable and comfortable, and I wore them home from the police station.

"Actually, I was a little scared," I told the truth, "but when I thought about the stinky flies still buzzing in my ears, I didn't care about this scare. I just want them to go to the labor reform cemetery. "

"I'm sorry," Bruce said.

"Absent at such a time, I'm really not a qualified boyfriend." He was lying again, he was clearly present.

With the toe of my espadrille I crushed the carpet beneath my feet, digging a spinning dimple in the fluff.

"So how are you going to compensate me?" I flicked my tongue and blew a flirty whistle, "Would you comfort me with your beauty?"

"When are you free?" There seemed to be a hint of laughter in Bruce's voice.

"When I'm done with the bills, they're screwed," I said savagely. "I'm asking for a celebratory dinner."

"Do you like to go to the circus?" Bruce asked.

The sound of paper flipping and rattling makes people think of the endless river, and then imagine it more deeply, it is the sun, rustling leaves and beautiful fur beasts bending their necks to drink water by the river.

Bruce was probably flipping through some kind of billboard or something, and he found the information he was looking for.

"Harry's Circus is going to tour Gotham in a while, would Lucy be willing to sit in the same row with me?"