Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Jason and Matt are a pair of mentors and apprentices who torture each other.

A second after I sent Jason to the Himalayan University City through the portal, Matt's text message was sent to my mobile phone.

Every letter is capitalized, and every letter reveals the author's faint anger.

"He puts salt in my coffee concentrate."

"All, every can, coffee concentrate."

"Until the next life, I can still remember this incident."

I finally understood why Jason didn't resist when I sent him to practice on the mountain. He was avoiding Master's pursuit. Of course, the farther the better, the better.

This narrow-minded troublemaker.

Bruce has officially entered the days without his assistants. Although Kashan obeys his command and completes the tasks he arranges, they usually do not act together.

The three girls have their own secret base, and Bruce has been excluded as an adult male.

The Chaoying forum saw a surge of nearly a thousand topic posts a day, and everyone finally discovered that the figure of the boy in the red hood running behind Daredevil during this period of time is very similar to the second-generation Robin.

The love-hate relationship between Batman and Daredevil has once again topped the list of super-English topics.

I was watching with great interest on the forums netizens divergent thinking, stretching out their feet and stepping on Bruce's knee, "Are you sad, Mr. Bat?"

He didn't change his expression, but I could feel him rolling his eyes inwardly.

I leaned over to laugh at him, "It doesn't matter, there is a space in the passenger seat of the Batmobile, and one more prisoner can be tied up."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and we sat on the head of the bed, he holding a paper book and I holding a kindle.

He put down the book, put on a standard "Brussy face", frowned sadly, and looked at me with blue eyes, "Do you want to comfort me?"

Sorry, old age and color decay, color decay and love relaxation.

I touched his face, sighed and shook my head, "This trick is useless to me, change it."

"You are so cruel."

I pinched his chest muscles, "Coldness is a kind of sexiness."

It's ten o'clock in the morning, so it's no problem to get up until noon.I blinked, "Are you tired?"

It doesn't matter if the lunch is postponed a little bit, Kashan eats at school, and Ah Fu can eat alone first.

Although Bruce always emphasized that he was deceiving himself by working alone, the time without his assistants was actually not more than a year.

He does restrain himself in front of boys and girls, deliberately avoiding some bloody scenes.When he was alone, he never minded hitting people until their ribs pierced the skin and protruded.

Batman would look lonely without a Robin, but Wayne Mansion would still be lively without a Jason.

In addition to Kashan, the girls and Tim often go to the manor.

Tim has a good relationship with Stephen and Kassan, and he will go to the manor with Stephanie when Dick and Jason are away.

They would occasionally go to the training room in the Batcave to catch up and train together.It's training, but it's closer to play. After all, Kashan is undoubtedly at the pinnacle of this family's combat power.

Bruce and I were standing at the top of the stairs, eating popcorn and watching them turn into a melee as I expected.

I noticed a slight nod from Bruce.

I leaned over and found that his eyes were appreciative, and the end of his eyes was someone else's son.

I'm going to give this expression a name called "Find a new Robin suitable for abduction".

"Did you know that Jack has a gun license?" I said calmly.

"I know," Bruce said, "maybe he can't hit me."

"Maybe he'll throw a sword at you." I stretched out my hand to block his coveting gaze, "Before you find a new assistant, you might as well think about who will inherit Wayne Enterprises."

I reminded, "Are you going to send Kashan to the shareholder meeting?"

She would leave the meeting in the middle of the meeting, and by the time the chattering shareholders came to their senses, she would have disappeared from the first seat.

When this topic was mentioned, he looked at me, opened his mouth, "Ming..."

From this one syllable alone I was able to guess what he was going to say next.I'm the only detective who can be called a detective when it comes to him, and the only person ahead of me is Alfred.

"I went to the board of directors last month and last month." I pointed, "I need to calm down this month, and it's not suitable for quarreling."

"What can I bribe you with?"

"The spirit of pursuing freedom is priceless."

"I see." Bruce nodded seriously.

A tacit couple doesn't need to say a few words to complete an extreme tug about who will go to the meeting.

There's a fantastic vibe between Bruce and Tim, both of them hesitating.

In all fairness, it's impossible for Tim to have no idea about Robin's position.But intellectually he is a smart kid who wants to live a peaceful life, and the life of a superhero has nothing to do with peace.

I have a hunch that these two will fight a tug of war.

In order to comfort Jason, who is practicing in a large caste, I told him the good news by phone during the short interval between his beatings.

"You mean the old man is looking for a new Robin," Jason said in a bad tone, "before I've even been away for three months?"

"I'm just saying it's possible." I corrected, "The window paper hasn't been punctured. Whether they can make it is another matter."

"When you find that there is only a layer of window paper between them, it proves that there is only a piece of paper left between them." Jason sneered.

I heard him whisper, "I knew it, I guessed it..." The complexity of his tone was heartbreaking.

I have to say again, "It's just possible, would you like to see Uncle Jack put a gun to Bruce's head?"

No, if Bruce is really abducted successfully, this matter may not be a problem that Jack can solve with a gun.

Husband and wife concentric, should be two guns.

I don't know what kind of uproar my words caused in the hearts of the children, I just mentioned it to Jason by the way.

The Wayne family spread rumors faster than Luther lost his hair.I didn't know that rumors were spreading fast and out of shape.

Bruce and Tim were cautious in their contact, and their cautious attitudes and behaviors, their careful thinking and prudent thinking, made me dream back to the period when I was in love with Bruce and blindly guessed my mood by micro-expressions.

The big and the small probably have some subtle commonalities, or have their own way of communication, such as passwords that can only be seen by smart people.

After Tim came to our house a few times, Bruce was lying in bed one morning and suddenly sighed, "We're missing an opportunity."

I'm so sleepy I'm unconscious, "Huh?"

"Excessive caution, no recklessness to move forward at will, of course, this is an advantage."

I groped for his chin in the dark and slapped it, "Do you remember how many times you punched Riddler in the face last month?"

Bruce shifts his voice, "I think Tim has talent."

For a split second I hadn't even figured out how to explain to the media the bruise on Bruce's eye socket.

I said in a heavy tone, "How much discount do you think Joshua can give us?"

He calmly said, "We can choose a peaceful solution."

"It's useless for you to come to me to find a solution."

I sympathized, "First of all, you can't leave the job of explaining and seeking approval to Tim alone, regardless of whether he chose the job or not."

I couldn't see his face in the dark, so he must have looked depressed and thinking. I stroked his chin and talked to comfort him, "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain."

I admit that I paid a little less attention to other family members during this period, so that by the time I found out, the family rumors were pretty outrageous.

Dick, who is in Bludhaven, specifically called me to inquire about the situation, and the first thing he said was, "I heard that Tim will be the third term?"

"Where did you hear the rumors?" I asked blankly, "When did Tim agree?"

Dick immediately understood, and said sadly, "So they all have this intention."

"What did you and Jason communicate on the phone every day?"

I couldn't figure it out, "Don't you cry every day on the phone?"

"It's not," Dick said, in a pompously heartbroken tone. "Give us a buffer."

What kind of buffer time is needed for things that haven't happened yet?

This is not the end of the rumors.

A few days later, I sat in the audience watching Barbara and Kassan's ballet performance.After the show we went for crepes together.

Sitting in the crepe shop that has become a well-known brand in the United States, Barbara casually asked, "Is Tim training with Bruce now?"

Wait, when did the plot get to the point where I don't understand?

Kashan blinked her dark eyes and stated the facts, "I saw them training together in the training room."

He's been alone in the training room with every single one of you, including you, Kashan.

Barbara left teeth marks on the end of the straw, posing as a mature big sister, "We've thought about it, it's not that we can't accept this, Tim is a good partner."

Nothing happened, have you completed the whole process from hesitation, questioning to consideration and acceptance?

I looked at Barbara, then at Cassan, and said seriously, "Haven't you considered the possibility that they haven't gotten involved yet?"

The two girls looked at each other in surprise, and Barbara shrugged, "Dick told us that."

"Dick said it was Jason's first-hand information."

So I became the end of the rumor.

I clearly remember that Jason and I said "possibly".The child must have been beaten in the head with a club during the day-to-day training of the monk.

As for Dick, maybe Bludhaven's night wind was too strong and burned his brain.

The children's self-guided strategy progress is very fast, which is a bit of a plus.

One cloudy night, Dick was in Bludhaven, Jason was in the Himalayas, I dozed off on a business flight, and Cassie was on a rare school trip.

In short, it was a night when Bruce and Alfred were the only ones left in the house.

Batman meets a tough opponent, and Alfred and Tim join in the rescue.

This incident made Bruce further recognize Tim's talent, and Tim also faced up to his own wishes.The two haven't thought of a way to persuade Jack and Janet yet, but they accept the fact that Tim will become the third Robin.

For this reason, Bruce specially called all family members into the study for a small meeting, including Jason, who was unable to be present, and he used a tablet computer to participate in the meeting.

Also in attendance was a nervous Tim, the kid fidgeting on the couch with his hands clenched.

Bruce was fully prepared to face opposition from family members, and he typed up a belly draft that lasted more than half an hour.

Just as he was about to deliver his great speech, Dick interrupted him first.

"Listen, Bruce, we know what you're trying to say." Dick sighed. "Well, you shouldn't have kept it from us for so long. We're more reasonable than you think."

I have a bit of a bad feeling.

Bruce was full of drafts and was held back by Dick.A look of bewilderment crossed Tim's face.

Barbara took up the conversation, "We welcome Tim as our new partner. Oh, I heard that his uniform has been sketched, and we can help choose the style."

Bruce and Tim should be guilty of how slow their progress is with all your rumors getting to the subduing process.

The doubts on Tim's face almost overflowed, "But I..."

"Are you debuting next month?" Jason asked on the tablet.

Jason, who was dressed in exercise clothes, showed his white teeth and smiled thickly, "Let's practice hard the day I come back."

Tim watched his smile and suddenly shuddered.

Bruce leaned over to me at some point and whispered, "What happened?"

I whispered back to him, "I don't know either."