Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I talked earnestly to Tim who was curled up on the sofa.

"Recognize the situation and accept the reality. All you can do now is to muster up the courage and face the bleak status quo."

Tim's eyes are staring, like a baby octopus who has lost his dream and is entangled behind the sofa pillow.

He has the tendency to slide off the sofa more and more, and is about to spread on the floor like a puddle of melted cheese.

"Is it too late for me to hack into the hospital network and forge the psychoanalysis report that I suffer from dissociative disorder?"

"Or pretend that I was kidnapped and locked up in some warehouse, and it's just a counterfeit who's been with them since the morning."

I said affectionately, "I can even recognize you, why do you think Jack and Janet can't recognize you."

Tim whimpered twice, pitiful and helpless.

I patted him on the shoulder, "You always have to face this."

Tim sniffed, "You're right."

He looked up at me with watery blue eyes, "If they kick me out, can I stay at Wayne Manor for a while?"

I have already made good mental preparations, and now my state of mind is very peaceful, "Don't think about what is there, what you should care about is Bruce's chin."

We walked down the stairs side by side, Bruce sitting on the couch waiting.

I comforted Tim, "It's okay, we will accompany you back to Drake's Manor, and we must communicate well to understand each other."

Bruce pursed his lips, "It's too late, they're already here."

Tim's shoulders shuddered suddenly under my palm.

Ah Fu's voice came faintly from the door, "Master Bruce, Mr. Drake's car is parked at the gate of the manor."

The old man seemed to observe for a while through the video doorbell, and said with certainty, "The bag next to him should be a hunting gun. I know, and I often use this model when I shoot birds."

What kind of bird are you shooting, did you catch a bird?

Bruce stood up, turned his head and walked away,

I watched him walk up the stairs briskly, "Aren't you wearing a bulletproof uniform inside?"

"I didn't wear it," Bruce's voice became more and more distant. "My uniform is thick and has a breastplate. It would look awkward to put on a suit after wearing it."

I looked at Tim and said pityingly, "Do you want to change?"

Tim smiled bitterly and shook his head resignedly.

This is a battle between father and father.

During this time Tim spends more time with Bruce than he does with Jack.Janet told me Jack had a taste when she was talking to me on the phone.

How could this naive father have imagined that Bruce would not only do something in daily life, but also occupy Tim's mentorship in non-daily life.

I think the image of Bruce must be very hateful in his eyes now, completely turned into a big bat monster that can snatch away cute black-haired and blue-eyed children.

I thought about it for a while, and I actually felt that this image was appropriate enough. The only thing that was slightly inaccurate was that the children Bruce chose were not limited to black-haired and blue-eyed children.

The door was opened, and the happy atmosphere of the old days disappeared, and the mansion where Jack and Janet often came to visit opened the door to them for the first time, revealing the true content inside.

Jack and Janet stood side by side at the door, and Jack and Bruce looked at each other, their blue eyes not avoiding.

Jack frowned, his eyes revealing a scrutiny.

Let them continue to observe each other, maybe they won't be able to enter the house after 5 minutes.

This is the moment for me to stand up bravely, I smiled bitterly in my heart, and shook Bruce's shoulders to make room for the Drakes to enter the door.

"You guys must have a lot to say," I took a step back, "come in and talk, I guess that's a long time."

The four of us sat down on two couches, Bruce and I on one, Jack and Janet on the other.

Tim took a careful look, and tiptoedly sat down next to Janet, exerting strength from the strands of his hair to the tips of his toes, for fear of adding fuel to the tense and exciting scene,

Jack looked around, his eyes flicked over the head of Tim who bowed his head, and he said in a deep voice, "Since we are familiar with each other, we don't need to say polite words. I don't support Tim's dangerous activities like that."

"Dad." Tim wanted to cut into the topic a little impatiently, but was soothed by Janet's pat on the back of his hand.

Jack continued, "He's too young. Maybe I won't have such a big opinion when he becomes an adult. But he's too young, Mr. Wayne."

He didn't call Bruce by his first name as usual.

"Normal children at this age are worried about the scores of tomorrow's exam, the homework assigned by the teacher is not finished, and the girl they like asks other boys to eat ice cream after school."

"I don't have high expectations for Tim. The Drake family is not bankrupt, and Jenny and I can support him for the rest of his life. I can't accept that what he thinks in his little head is the murder method of criminals, and there are people selling drugs near the school. .”

He looked at Bruce, his eyebrows gradually lowered, "You are indeed amazing. But Jenny and I are just an ordinary couple, and I don't want to have a child who thinks about saving the world every day."

He pauses. "If your parents knew what you were doing now, I guess they would think the same as me."

The power contained in this sentence is so great that I suddenly felt that the back of Bruce sitting next to me was no longer straight.Some part of him began to ache, old wounds began to make a living.

Tim blushed. "You shouldn't have said that, Dad—"

I cut in before he finished speaking.

"You're right, Jack."

Everyone looks at me, including Bruce.

I said calmly, "But I think after that, the Waynes must be proud of Bruce. Because he stood up and did what they didn't. Mr. Thomas has been fighting for Gotham all his life. He is a A fighter, he should be proud that his son is a fighter, too."

I licked my lips, "I have no intention of changing your mind, and I respect your hesitation. I have not supported the entry of teenage superheroes from the beginning."

"then you……"

"I can't stop them," I shrugged, "just like I can't stop my husband."

"We have to admit that they are different from us, Jack, Jenny. They have too much moral burden on them, and they happen to have superhuman abilities. If you don't let them do good things, it's like keeping a bird in a cage. Sooner or later they will wither."

I smiled wryly, "They are not mortals like us. If this world is just a comic, then they are the protagonists, important supporting roles, and popular classic characters. And we are just passers-by who show their faces in a small grid. .”

"There is no one who does not yearn for an ordinary life, but we all know that they have a blood of adventure and dedication."

I put my hand on the back of Bruce's hand, "I can ask Bruce and I to live a normal life, we don't need to move out of Gotham, he can continue to be his rich boy. He has done a lot of useful things as the Wayne patriarch." Good thing for Gotham, invested in a lot of projects, developed a lot of philanthropy. Even if he doesn't do night work, he is an undisputed good guy."

I stroked the back of his hand, the knuckles were thick, the veins were bulging, and there were rough calluses on the sides.

"But he's a nasty genius who fantasizes he can do it all, and he can do most of it. It's not enough for him to be Bruce Wayne, he sees the problem and finds a way." , you can't force him to be a blind man."

"People who pretend to be blind usually don't have a good time. The same goes for the other kids in the family, how can I blame them, do they have too much talent, do they have too much sense of justice, do they blame what they can do more than me?"

Janet had a thoughtful look on her face, I shook my head and felt Bruce grab my hand, "I can't do it, sorry."

There was a short silence in the living room, and Janet suddenly said, "Lucy, I want to talk to you alone."

I moved and let go of Bruce's hand, "Okay."

Ah Fu brought us two cups of black tea, and Janet and I leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking at the small houses in Bristol County in the distance.

"I actually figured it out a long time ago," said Janet, holding up her tea. "Timmy is an unusual kid."

I looked at her in surprise, and she smiled, "I'm his mother, how could I not understand him. My Timmy is so smart, he is a precocious little genius."

She took a sip of tea, "I knew a long time ago that he would do such a thing that would make Jack's head hurt. Do you know that he was criticized by the school half a year ago, and if it wasn't for our family being rich, he would have been expelled almost .”

I'm a little surprised that Tim has always been a very well-behaved kid.

He has excellent grades and always has a nerdy image to the outside world. However, he is respected by those school football players with his own ability. Compared with the overactive Dick, the occasional violent Jason and the initial social barrier Kashan , he doesn't need anyone to worry about it at all.

Janet snorted a little proudly, "He found out that a poor student with excellent grades in the school had his bursary canceled because he was absent from school because of his mother's illness. Tim hacked into the school's network and put his name Added it back."

Trembling a little, I repeated Janet's words. "He hacked into the school's network and added the names of poor students to the bursary list."

He hasn't received Bruce's training half a year ago, who taught him how to use the computer?

Janet blew on the hot steam on the teacup, "The school manager called him over to criticize. He had expected it, collected the evidence of the school manager's bribery and smuggling, and sent it anonymously to the Gotham Police Department, in a hurry to arrest the school manager before he was expelled." Dong was sent to jail."

I was so shocked that I forgot what I was going to say and could only stand by and listen to Janet brag about her son.

Janet smiled, "I knew then that sooner or later Timmy would reach a height that Jack and I couldn't reach. As you said, I can't blame him for his talent and kindness."

I tentatively asked, "Do you agree with him being trained with Bruce?"

"He'll be safer under the tutelage of a senior," Janet said. "I think Bruce thinks so too. It's better to let him guide you than him to do another reckless thing like hacking someone's network."

She glanced back, Jack and Bruce were still talking on the couch, and Tim shrank his head and hid beside him.

"Give Jake time and he'll come to terms with it. Tim never needs to feel sorry for us for his choices."

Janet thought about it carefully, and frowned, "Except for his uniform, the weather is relatively cold recently, I hope he can wear a pair of long trousers."

"No problem," I deeply agreed, "I will convey your needs to Ah Fu."