Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"I swear I didn't see it." Jason clapped two fingers in the video, "Damn Grayson, I already knew it was wrong for them to sneak around every night!"

I said deeply, "It's not that I can't accept that they had a romantic relationship. After all, I'm not a rigid old woman."

I picked up the water glass on the table and took a big sip to cover up my bitter mood, "The two children who grew up under your nose suddenly kissed one day. Any parent will be shocked if they find out?"

"It's not your fault," Jason reassured, "Bruce was so scared that he took out the universal belt in the wrong pocket, took out the shark repellant as a gas mask and threw it at Dick."

I narrowed my eyes, "You are really there."

Jason froze. Wearing exercise clothes, he gradually moved away from the camera, and said with a dry smile, "It's time for my training, so I'll hang up first."

He hurriedly followed a passing monk, "Goodbye, I wish you a good mood." Then he hung up the phone quickly.

I hold the phone on the screen and meditate. There is no place for me in this family. I should go to the outside world to open up my new world.

"This is the reason why you don't go back to the manor regardless of company affairs, but come to my house to eat and drink?" The second uncle sat opposite me holding the newspaper, "There is no cake for you here."

Second Uncle, you are as cruel as ever.

He snorted, "Wayne didn't give you two-thirds of the shares, so you shouldn't hold meetings for him. Isn't it a headache to quarrel with a group of old men every day?"

I responded obediently, "I plan to retire."

"You told me half a year ago that you planned to retire."

The second uncle said indifferently, "Anyway, your retirement is just a dream. Why don't you step up your efforts to become bigger and stronger, take Wayne off the ground, and when he recovers, let the Wayne Group change its name to Kelan. I can make a merciful acquisition, I will give you a position in a subsidiary."

I didn't dare to speak, I lowered my head and silently ate the biscuits brought up by the housekeeper.

Uncle Er's newspaper turned a page, and his green eyes, similar to mine, looked up and coldly swept across my face from above the newspaper, "If you have any questions you want to ask, you can just say it."

I was pinching the fingers of the little biscuit, and I couldn't help trembling when someone found out, "Huh?"

"You don't have the ability to hide your emotions," the second uncle said bluntly, "Your acting skills are not good. If you can't see that you are struggling with something, it may only be because I am too old to be blind."

Uncle, your wording has not softened with age at all.

Although it has been many, many years since I quit the industry, I still feel a little bit sad when I criticize my acting so directly.

I hesitated for a while, and gave up under the fierce eyes of my second uncle, "If one day, I am doing dangerous things behind your back, how can I tell you, and you will accept it better?"

The second uncle sorted out the newspaper and said calmly, "Haven't you been doing dangerous things behind my back?"

I was taken aback.

The second uncle glanced at me lightly, "Do you think it's normal for Wayne to visit me and ask me about your childhood? The first minute I talked face-to-face with him, I realized that he is not what he pretended to be."

My sluggish look might seem too silly, but the second uncle glanced at it, and there was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"People are like this. When you are a junior, you always want to hide your actions from your elders. When you are an elder, you hope that the younger generation will always be under your nose." The second uncle broke my double standard.

His newspaper turned to a new page, "You don't have to blame yourself. There is no right or wrong in this matter, just different positions."

The stagnation in my heart seems to have loosened, and my second uncle's words can always bring me a lot of inspiration.

I asked cautiously, "Then you didn't get angry when you knew it?"

"Maybe a little bit." The second uncle said casually, "Thinking about it later, I was also like this when I was young, so there is no extra feeling."

"Many times, the best way to solve a problem is to spread it out. Hiding it will not solve the problem. The vast majority of people are not as vulnerable as you think, and they will not faint because of a piece of news."

The housekeeper went to the second uncle and whispered a few words, and the second uncle issued an order to evict me, "Wayne's car is downstairs, you can go."

"Okay." I stood up slowly.

He also told me, "Retire early if you don't want to be the president of Wayne Group, and don't give Wayne a free job."

"I will never go to the meeting tomorrow." I vowed.

Bruce's car was parked downstairs, and I got into the passenger seat and took the crepe from him.

Strawberry Whipped Cream, my consistent favorite for years.

I took a bite of the crepe, "I'm not going to the meeting tomorrow, you go by yourself."

He reversed the car from the door of his second uncle's small villa, "OK."

I took a second bite, "When did you notice that?"

"When Crane Group started to enter the security field," he looked from the rearview mirror, "Wayne Group and Crane Group cooperated in development, and we shared a lot of technology."

I thought about it, "I know this, I thought it was your trick to curry favor with your second uncle."

"Both." Bruce said calmly.

I looked out the car window, and the small villa was shrinking in my field of vision. There seemed to be a small black spot at the window on the second floor.I blinked my eyes, and the little black dot disappeared again.

I turned to Bruce and said, "If there is a chance, invite Jack and Janet to the manor for dinner."

I thought about it, "You remember to wear a tight uniform under the suit."

You can’t save your face. At worst, you can tell the media that you fell from the top of the mountain while skiing. Anyway, you have fallen a lot in the news, and this time is not bad.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

I affirmed, "There is a limit to the trust between people, there is no need to overdraw on this kind of thing."

Even if Jack gets angry, he won't do anything to me for the sake of being petty. At most, you will be beaten by two people, which is not a big problem.

I also thought about whether it would be better to come directly to Jack and them as Batman.

But considering how familiar Tim's movements are with our two families during this period, Batman's identity may not be concealed much. Why don't we simply include the Drake family in our protection, as we did with Lucius, so as not to Problems follow.

We thought well, and Tim prepared well after thinking about it.

But tomorrow and accidents, accidents will always come faster.

We invited the Drakes to Wayne Manor on the same day that a new art gallery opened in Gotham, and the Drakes and we both got invitations.

We had planned to have a candid chat at the dinner table on the way back to the manor for dinner after watching the ribbon-cutting.

As we all know, only three-fifths of the buildings in Gotham can complete the ribbon-cutting ceremony without incident, and the art gallery is unfortunately not one of them.

When gunshots sounded at the scene, armed robbers brandished guns and surrounded us, and everyone knelt down with their heads in their hands.I glanced to the side, not expecting to find that Bruce had completed the process of "invisibility, lurking, disappearing", and Tim was also missing.

I can understand Tim's nervousness, but I wonder how he's going to explain it later when Jack and Janet find out he's missing.

The scene gradually quieted down, and the robbers walked around the site, leaving no space for the hostages to move around.

Most of the people who participated in this ribbon-cutting ceremony were well-known dignitaries in Gotham. Calculated according to the frequency of incidents in Gotham, everyone present has been held hostage or kidnapped once or more, and some people have been kidnapped or kidnapped more often, such as me.

Everyone squatted in the same corner with their heads in their hands according to what the robbers said. Their hearts were not completely occupied by fear, and some people still had the energy to focus on other things.

Janet squatted next to me, and whispered anxiously under the cover of her elbow, "Lucy, have you seen Timmy, he has been missing since just now."

I smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry, Jenny."

I said desperately, "You will see him soon."

Smoke, mist, and bombs shattered the stained glass windows of the art museum and threw them in. Two figures in capes, one big and one small, kicked the carved windows worth tens of thousands and jumped into the art museum amidst the billowing smoke.

Janet's attention was quickly attracted by the smaller figure in the gray smoke.

She froze, and Jack's lips quivered beside her.

I buried my head in my knees, listening to the screams of the robbers in my ears, I couldn't bear to look directly at the bleak reality in front of me.

Jack murmured, "I must be crazy, Jenny, tell me I'm crazy."

Janet didn't speak, and I saw her clenched fists between her knees and arms.

God bless Bruce and Tim, and may Jack not have a gun.

The gang of robbers who hijacked the art museum are not experienced, which is easy for Bruce to solve, and it is also a very suitable first-time trainee for Tim.

The only fly in the ointment is that this first apprenticeship was completed under the witness of Jack and Janet.

Jack and Janet basically confirmed Tim's identity in some small movements of the new Robin, and their eyes locked on Tim without any deviation.

Tim seems to be aware of it, and sometimes casts his gaze in this direction, and quickly retracts after meeting the probing eyes of his parents, like a little octopus hiding in a shell, shrinking between two shells under the watchful eyes of a diver Among them, deceive yourself and pretend that you have not been discovered.

This modest commotion ended quickly, and when Batman and Robin exited the scene, this was their specialty, and they would catch even a second of lack of attention and take the opportunity to slip away.

This time, however, they ran into trouble.

I raised my head from my knees, and in the mushroom field where everyone was squatting, Janet touched Bruce and Tim at some point, and caught the pair of partners before they could escape in a hidden corner.

I was in a bad mood, and was about to go up to smooth things over, when I saw Janet seem to say something to Tim.

The mask couldn't cover Tim's shocked expression, and by the quivering of his lips, I could tell he was saying "You got the wrong guy, ma'am."

Janet shook her head, and said again with great certainty.

Tim, the young hero who had just debuted took a half step back in embarrassment, he changed the subject tremblingly, "Uh, I have something else to do, ma'am, I have to go first."

He and Bruce fled, leaving Janet standing there thoughtfully.

Jack's voice was dark, "Timothy Drake."

I shuddered in Tim's place.