Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The second number called persistently. I listened to the ringtone for a few seconds and turned off the phone.

No one can be blamed for this, but my anger doesn't bother anyone else either.

I threw the off phone on the bed and lay down on my back.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and the curtains were not closed. The neon lights in the distance brought dim light to the room, tracing the outlines of various furniture.

I simply relaxed and closed my eyes lazily.

After sleeping for a few hours, I opened my eyes again, and the neon sign outside turned off the light, and the room was pitch black.

I turned over with my pillow in my arms, and said expressionlessly into the darkness, "As soon as I make a phone call, Dick will come running from the next door and beat you up."

A tall figure with small pointed ears emerged from the shadows.

I sat up and put on the smock next to the bed, "Take off the hood, I'm going to look at your face and talk."

There was silence for two seconds, and he raised his hand to take off the hood.

I leaned against the bed and looked at him, "Did you come here and have something to say?"

"Damian is a child bred by an artificial womb and matured," he said succinctly. "The blood comes from me and Thalia. There was a civil strife in the alliance, and Talia sent him here in the hope that Damian would be able to survive in Gotham." protected."

His face showed a bit of depression, "I rarely lose control of myself. I was a young man when I met Thalia. At that time... I thought I was in love with her."

I get it, Bruce blames Damien's birth on a conspiracy.

Damian was born in a lab, and if his mother Talia gave birth to him because he was the product of their love, it wouldn't have been ripened after being conceived in an artificial womb.

Thalia concealed the existence of Damian from him. It can be considered that she did not want Bruce to discover the child. It can also be understood that she is an assassin to ensure her physical fitness.

But Damian, as the "crystallization of love", has no reason to need artificial ripening.Children can be waited to grow up, but soldiers in the army can't wait.

In fact, he was a little disappointed. Thalia's actions denied the love he had had, and also denied his identity as a father.

I thought about it, "It's possible that she doesn't love you."

I wasn't supposed to talk about this topic, but I just had a strange understanding of the thoughts of that woman I had never met.

"It's just that you are not as important as her career in her heart." I made a gesture, "It's like you wouldn't give up Gotham for her and run to be an assassin with her."

Speaking of this, I actually felt a little gloating, "You should be able to understand her. After all, there is not much difference between the two of you when you change your position and conduct."

Bruce's facial muscles loosened a little helplessly, and I realized that he was showing off on purpose, and I took the opportunity of teasing him to lighten the atmosphere.

This is an unobvious bow, a tacit understanding that we often have.

I still have questions to figure out.

I waved at him and motioned for him to come over.

He followed my gestures and half-knelt down on the edge of my bed, the silhouette outlined in the shadows looked like some kind of obedient large dog.

In fact, this association is far from his own.

I lifted his chin with my hand, "I know you had a lot of crushes before you met me, and I agree with your taste. If my sexual orientation relaxes a bit, maybe they are also my crushes."

He blinked.

Looking up close in the dark, I couldn't even make out the color of those blue eyes.I can build every detail and texture of it just by imagination.

We know each other too well.

"Bruce," I scrutinized his every movement and expression, "did you choose me among them because I was willing to compromise for you?"

In the balance of life, I chose him, so I am willing to compromise for him, accepting that my husband is a caped bat who is often hurt, angry, and stubborn.

This is fundamentally different from him choosing me because I can compromise for him, understand and support everything about him.

The former because of love.

The latter because of convenience.

I know he won't choose someone because of convenience, I just want his answer.

"Lucy."

A very light, very light sigh.

He took my hand and kissed my fingertips, then the base of my finger with the wedding ring on it.

"You already knew the answer." He didn't look up at me, but just stroked my fingers. "In front of you, I never had the right to choose."

When Dick went upstairs with a crate of beer and a large bottle of milk, before he could put down the things, Bruce and I packed them into the car and drove back to Gotham with the car and the beer through the portal.

He sat in the backseat blankly holding a beer case, "What happened, where am I, what am I going to do, where are we going?"

I ignored his muttering and said to Bruce, "I don't put up with him just because he's a kid."

I took out the phone and changed the first digit of the speed dial to Kashan's number, "If he dares to provoke me, I'll call Kashan to beat him up."

"He's already had a fight with everyone in the family," Bruce whispers.

"Hanging him on the street lamp wasted a lot of effort." Dick commented objectively, "The difficulty is about the level of Riddler."

No one I've met so far who has been in contact with Damian has rated the kid as easy to get along with.

Including Tim and Dick, our courtesan representatives.Tim's dream of being a good senior was completely shattered on Damian.

Jason didn't want me to meet Damian. In his words, "There's no need to get angry, it's better to travel to Europe."

Everyone was ready for my meeting with Damian when I got home, and Dick had tipped them off that they were ready before the Batmobile even entered the Batcave.

Apart from the two previous brief encounters, I hadn't spoken to Damian yet.

Dick told me that it was said that Damian and Bruce had ruthlessly commented on Bruce's height when they first met.

I don't know where he got the courage to comment on Bruce's height when he just arrived at Bruce's waist. I don't expect to meet him.

The Batmobile drove into the Batcave. I got out of the car and looked around. There was no small figure waiting for me here.

From that moment until I woke up the next day, ate dinner, and wandered around the house, I didn't even see a hair of Damian's hair.

When I sat down at the table for dinner, when Ah Fu told me that Master Damian had finished his meal and went upstairs to his room, I belatedly realized, "Is he avoiding me?"

Jason's steak knife almost fell into the plate.

He thought for a moment and said firmly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Dick laughed stiffly, "To be honest, I don't think Damian is embarrassed."

A little penguin with its head thrown back to the ground floated in my head, and I really wanted to know what kind of demon image Damian had in their minds.

"He's a purebred, living devil cub." Jason said firmly, "Let him learn to be shy or embarrassed. It's better to expect Freeze to play with fire and Riddler to participate in Olympic weightlifting."

Dick wondered, "It's hard to imagine Damian hiding from someone. Rather than avoiding Lulu, it's better to say that he doesn't even bother to be with us."

Thanks to me, Kassan and Damian didn't actually meet a few times, she just told me what happened while I was away, "Damian sneaked into the company and gave orders in the chairman's office."

What does he want to do?

Isn't he an assassin? Could it be that he wants to fight a business war with me?

I will reluctantly annex Wayne Enterprises with my second uncle, and then recruit Lucius to Crane Group to work for me as the president.

Bruce looked at me with a cold expression, then at the children who were chattering, and shut up quietly without commenting.

Just because I'm willing to come back doesn't mean I'm willing to worry about it.

Find a suitable reason to announce the existence of Damian to the public, explain Damian's life experience to the second uncle, ensure that Crane Enterprises will not launch a commercial war against Wayne Enterprises, and that I will not be thrown out by the second uncle's housekeeper, and let Joshua Asia believes that he really didn't do anything to betray me.It's all up to Bruce to worry about.

Wayne Enterprises and Crane Enterprises have cooperated deeply over the years, and Damian's complexion has nothing to do with me at first glance.If the public thinks that Bruce has betrayed our marriage, there is a high probability that the shares of Wayne Group will have a passionate bungee jump.

These are none of my business, I am on vacation, and the deadline for rework is when I am happy.

I spent a few days leisurely in the manor, and I never saw Damian.

He seems to live in two different dimensions from me, except for hearing his name in other people's mouths, Damian has no sense of existence in my life.

Even Jason noticed something was wrong, "Isn't the devil cub really avoiding you?"

He thought about the possibility, and then thought about Damian's arrogant and fearless expression when he fought him for the first time, and denied his conjecture.

"It's absolutely impossible." Jason raised his chin, "It must be because your work and rest schedules don't match."

Damian has a habit of doing morning exercises.You're saying in disguise that I sleep in late at night, I can tell, Jason.

I'm not in a hurry to meet Damian. I can completely accept this kind of life.

Damian is the most innocent in the whole thing, if it weren't for the civil unrest in the alliance and the slightest illusion about his biological father, he wouldn't be so free to come and find fault with me.

That doesn't mean I'm happy to please a seemingly unfriendly kid, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Kassan were sweet, lovable, well-behaved kids, at least in front of me when they were kids.

It never occurred to me, and maybe Damian never expected, that our second meeting at the manor was because of Ace.

Usually Ace sleeps in front of the fireplace in the living room at night. He has a wooden doghouse made by Jason in the backyard, and he only sleeps there during the day.

Anyone in the family who has time walks the dog. This job is generally not for me who goes to work on time.

I have been resting at home these days, so I naturally took on the job of walking the dog.

I searched around the house, Ace is not in the mansion, he should be in the dog house.

I opened the window and was about to call the dog to come and put on the leash.A black head appeared in front of the dog house.

Not technically a black head, but a person squatting in front of a dog and playing a handshake game with the dog.

My shout got stuck in my throat.Hearing the sound of the window opening, the child turned his head vigilantly, and happened to be staring at me upstairs and downstairs.

There was no sound except for the cool wind blowing the leaves.

Ace looked at the two of us suspiciously, and said inexplicably, "Aww."