Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The biggest difference between Haven and Gotham can only be seen at night.

As one of the well-known tourist cities in New Jersey, the night here is occupied by colorful neon lights.The light strips of the port are lit in the night, reflecting on the water, and the reflection of the city can be glimpsed from the swaying microwaves.

The night wind was a bit cold, I sat on a bench in the port, and took a can of beer from Dick.

I pulled the tab and took a sip in disgust, "I don't like drinking this."

Dick sat next to me, his butt touching the chair, hissed with a distorted face, and it took him a long time to reply, "This is more suitable for the occasion and more in line with your current mood."

"It has nothing to do with bad beer." I kept the can close by. "I'd rather drink hot cocoa."

"The store is sold out, only milk." Dick rummaged through a large bag of things bought at the convenience store, and took out the milk. "I knew you had other requirements."

I reluctantly accepted it, gulped down half a bottle in one gulp, and stared at the slow-moving ships in the distance of the port in a daze.

Dick was silent for a while following the unbearable silence, and said with some guilt, "I think there may be some kind of hidden secret in it."

I propped my chin, "I know, after all, no matter how outrageous things can happen to you superheroes."

The distant sound of sirens floated and dispersed with the sea wind and water vapor. After the ship approached Haiwen for a short time, it slowly sailed out of my sight like a giant floating on the water.

I wanted to describe my mood to Dick, but it was a very complicated thing.

I could only squint my eyes after drinking all the milk, "I understand, and believe, it doesn't mean I feel good."

I leaned back and leaned against the railing, "This is different from your usual impression, I should be more tolerant."

Dick's expression changed in my peripheral vision, and he suddenly turned sideways to me, "Although Bruce probably didn't make a principled mistake, it's true that you're unhappy, and it's hard for anyone to be happy in this situation stand up."

I patted my face and squeezed my cheeks together, "If you want me to understand his feelings, I will throw you to Bermuda without even leaving you a pair of pants."

Of course I understand that there must be a lot of inside information in this matter. Judging from Bruce's appearance, he himself can't figure out the specific situation.

This doesn't conflict with my bad mood.

I don't mind that Bruce was in a relationship with someone else before he fell in love with me, and I didn't necessarily have a very small number of ex-boyfriends before I met him.

It's just that after being married to him for many years and monopolizing him for many years, a little boy suddenly popped up in front of me day and night reminding me of the unforgettable relationship he once had with another person, which is not a comfortable thing .

Taking a step back, if that boy is a product of a laboratory, similar to the Kent family's Connor is a genetically bred child, it doesn't prevent me from feeling bad at this moment.

I'm not worried about losing him, nor the possibility of losing him.I made all kinds of preparations before stepping into this marriage.

Maybe he will die in the career he pursued all his life and leave me.

Maybe we will kill each other's feelings in the quarrels and disagreements, and then break up.

Maybe I will die before him, and he will look at my back in vain.

I thought maybe I just had a hard time accepting a story about Bruce's past interspersed with our increasingly stable emotional lives.

I was only so angry that I ran away from home and went to Haven to find Dick and tell him to buy this and that for me.

Jason, who knew about this, was furious, and he almost didn't blow up his trainee lawyer's gentleness.

But when you think about it carefully, it seems that lawyers who can punch bad clients are not very refined.

Jason, who was in a violent ups and downs, rode his beloved motorcycle back to Gotham overnight, and Tim, who was already in the center of the storm, appeared in the communication.

"That kid is not friendly, at least not as friendly as me."

Cassan posted several cute emoticons, and Tim explained for her, "Damian wanted to practice with her, but she threw him out."

Cassan sent an embarrassed look.

According to my judgment of Tim's character, the so-called "practice" is probably Tim's beautification.

Kashan is better at interpreting other people's body language in the process of communicating with people. Damian has no intention of doing anything to her, and she will not throw people out.

Jason was annoyed, "It seems that the children are not very friendly. Ha."

Tim reminded, "Don't underestimate him. He is not bad. He seems to like provocative words and reckless actions. In fact, every step has his plan."

"Sounds like no ordinary kid."

The person who can fight Cassan is not an ordinary child, not to mention he followed me for a while without being caught by me and Barbara.

The discussion finally came to an issue that I didn't really want to know about.

I took the phone from Dick's hand and used his account to speak to their sibling's private group.

"Whose child is he?"

There was a dead silence in the group, and after a while, Kashan made a pitiful soy head, trying to write what I just said.

As soon as she made a move, the rest of the people in the group came back to their senses, followed her frantically to scroll through the emoticons, and even the ugly picture of Dick sleeping was thrown out to divert attention.

Dick screamed, "They always make me sad!"

I ignored this group of playboys and casually typed the same question on my phone.

"Whose child is he?"

The emoji battle was paused all of a sudden, and Dick swallowed next to me, showing a panicked look.

After a while, an avatar representing Barbara appeared on the screen, "His name is Damian, the child of Thalia and Bruce."

Jason yelled strangely in the group, "Hey, Xiaoba!"

Barbara's words popped out, "Lulu will know sooner or later, are you still planning to hide it from her?"

I can fully imagine her tone and demeanor when she said this. Sometimes in dealing with non-combat situations, Barbara alone can beat all their men.

Jason was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, "In this case, we can beat Bruce up before he reacts."

"Don't get off topic, Jason."

Barbara calmly said, "What Lulu needs and wants to know is whether Bruce has betrayed her in this relationship, what she needs and wants is to stay away from Bruce and that boy for a while, during which you Anyone who wants to be a lobbyist, I guarantee your computer will have an invisible file on the main screen of the bat computer tomorrow."

The threat was so successful that I heard Dick gasp in my ear, and Jason and Tim were as quiet as a baby quail in the group.

Barbara seemed very satisfied, and typed in an orderly manner, sharing her information, "The known fact is that Damian is the blood of Wayne and Ogu. Bruce has done a blood comparison and can match."

"What is doubtful is Damian's age. Assuming he grew up normally, Bruce has undoubtedly committed acts of betrayal under active or passive circumstances. We will not discuss such situations for the time being. I think you all know it."

"Assuming that he is in a special situation, then whether he was bred by technology or born naturally, which process caused his body age to be wrong."

"I will not hold ill will against a child, nor will I allow the person behind him to succeed."

"The key is your attitude, Lulu," Barbara said to me. "No matter what mentality you decide to use to face him, I will support it. This does not affect my own judgment."

"Thank you, Bob."

I don't really want to see Bruce's face anytime soon.Dick has been an adult for a long time, and his small bachelor apartment can't guarantee us more than two meters of straight-line distance during sleep time.

So I spent a lot of money to rent the apartment opposite him, and even put aside the company's business, I took it all as a vacation for myself.

The turmoil in Gotham mostly happened at night, the disasters in the metropolis began during the day, and Haven, she always showed her demons dancing at dusk.

In the message group, Jason was swiping the screen to complain.

He didn't have as much of a problem with Damian than he did with Bruce at first - at first.

After Damian crawled into his bedroom late at night and he hit the balcony from the bedroom and turned his favorite guitar into a few pieces of wood, Jason wanted to send the father and son together to the sack on the corner.

He's the most angry person in the family about Bruce bringing back his biological child, he's just angry that I'm being implicated in the mess Bruce didn't clean up while reminding Dick [-] times a day not to let a woman named Thalia Find me.

"He's fought with me now, fought with Cass, and even used picture frames as weapons when he fought with Tim." Jason said seriously, "He will definitely target you next time, be careful, Dicky Bird .”

Kashan froze hesitantly, "I could go live with you in Haven," the words were addressed to me, "It's safer that way."

"Haven't you been on night patrol for a while?"

"Xiaoba and Stephen can arrange everything," Kashan thought for a while, and said firmly, "I can accompany you, and it's safer."

I know that besides wanting to come to accompany me, Cassan also has another purpose to fear that I will be harassed by Damian, and she and I will encounter Damian's stalking.She understands the scrutiny, comparison, and probing involved.

I certainly wouldn't refuse her offer, and I wouldn't mind letting someone who hasn't called yet enjoy the taste of an empty nester.

He may not be afraid to face me, most likely he just wants to figure out the ins and outs of the matter, and he will explain to me after he prepares his words.

Usually at this time, ten days and a half months have passed. If I have a poor memory, I will even forget why I was angry in the first place.

I've never condoned Bruce's evasive tactics.

Although Dick must have secretly reported my situation to Bruce behind my back, but this can't change the fact that Bruce didn't dare to say a word to me after I left Wayne Manor for three full days.

Regardless of whether this matter is over or not, he will definitely not be able to find anything other than bitter melon and beef on his monthly menu...

The phone screen lit up, and the numbers were a string of unfamiliar numbers.

I picked up the phone and there was silence on the other end.

This atmosphere is so familiar, I can imagine that he was tangled in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom for at least 10 minutes before picking up the phone before the sun completely disappeared on the horizon.

I hung up with a "snap" and blacked out in one go, without giving the other party a chance.

Where did I think of just now, yes, bitter melon and beef.