Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

There were two people, a dog, a window that was pushed open and several trees waving flags and shouting.

In the few seconds when we were caught off guard, I thought a lot, from how should I fight back when he bursts into the window the next second, to who Ace chooses to listen to and whether he will have his share of next week's steak.

Soon I came back to my senses, Ace stared at me suspiciously, "Wooooow."

Damian was nowhere to be seen, as if what I had just seen was a hallucination, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, in keeping with people's ninja fantasies.

Ace sniffled, standing under a tree and looking up.

So I also stared at the tree intently.

The tree doesn't move, I don't move.

If the scene in front of me is expressed in the form of comics, I guess a bubble will appear on the tree, and six dots will be printed inside.

Ace is just a simple and innocent puppy who doesn't understand the complicated thoughts of human beings, and can't see through the undercurrent of the scene in front of him.

We maintain the stalemate in the posture of the dog looking at the tree, the tree looking at the man, and the man looking at the dog.

As an adult, I should have politely turned away and acted like I didn't know what was going on.

But for some unknown reason, I stubbornly stood by the window, and for a moment I suspected that I was possessed by Jason.

No, if Jason himself were here, I'm afraid the perineum would laugh and kick the tree, singing his new blues-headache-style rock song loudly while kicking.

The people on the tree were extremely patient and did not move, not even a single leaf floated down.

If it weren't for Ace still insisting on guarding under the tree, I'm afraid that the people on the tree would have escaped while I wasn't paying attention.

The minute hand of the grandfather clock may move three or five divisions.My eyes, which were always wide open, also began to be sore and astringent.

"Would you like some black tea?"

Alfred's words broke my tense nerves, my eyes drifted away for a moment, and then I turned my head, Ace was circling blankly under the tree.

It appears he is gone.

This meeting has gradually shifted the pattern of getting along with each other without interruption between Damian and me.I'm pretty sure he's avoiding meeting me on purpose.

This is a silent confrontation.According to the impression of Damian from the rest of the family, the boy obviously has a lot of martial arts, so there is no reason to back away from me.

It can't be that he is afraid that I am delicate and weak, and if I am not careful, he will knock me unconscious with a palm.

A Fu seemed to have found a sign of peaceful coexistence during our short meeting. The astute old man began to ignore the work of taking care of Ace intentionally, and put this burden on Damian and me.

After that time, Damian had a more thorough grasp of my itinerary, and we never met again.

But I do feel his presence.

The crooked small wooden sign on Ace's kennel was reworked one day, and the pen is correct and not crooked at all.

When I lead Ace for a walk on the grass in front of the manor, I can clearly feel that someone has brushed the dog's teeth and combed its fur.

A few days later, I found Ace with a new collar around his neck.

The leather buckle of the original collar was a bit frayed, and it was uncomfortable for Ace to wear. I took off the worn collar and planned to go to the street to buy a new collar for him in a few days.

The collar currently worn on Ace's neck should be made of a human leather belt. It was specially cut and thinned to match the size of the dog's neck, and the rough edges were carefully smoothed with sandpaper.

Ace likes this collar very much. When I squatted down to check it, I puffed up my chest happily, and gave two very cheerful "wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooearearearthlily" twice.

I weigh the small nameplate, made of brass, with the name on it capitalized "Ace".

I felt the notch on the reverse side, turned the small nameplate over, and it was a simple but vivid portrait of a dog.

The portrait was engraved with some kind of sharp tool, and the model was naturally Ace, the owner of the nameplate.

Strangely, Damian is not friendly to everyone in this family. He even said a few words to Ah Fu. Even if the relationship between the two is relatively good now, it is only "good" compared with other people.

Such a little devil who seems to be the second child and the third child in the sky, but showed a friendliness to a big dog as much as he could.

I talked to Bruce about it before we fell asleep at night, and his eyebrows twitched meaningfully.

It's not yet time to announce Damian's existence. Lucius blocked the news that he went to the company without permission to criticize him last time, but a little bit of news still leaked out.

Joshua called me the first time, with such a resentful tone and such an angry attitude, I almost thought it was his wife who brought back a several-year-old biological child from outside.

Oh, forgot, Joshua is not married yet.His youth has long been devoted to the entertainment journalism he loves, and the Gotham entertainment tabloid would not be a complete Gotham entertainment tabloid without Joshua.

"As long as you want, I can provide assistance." Did I hear the voice of pulling a tissue, "The legal department of the Gotham Charity Federation was trained by you, and it is not much different than the lawyers of Wayne Enterprises... ..."

"Thank you for your support," I interrupted his sentimentality. "In short, I will not answer any questions to Bruce."

"If you want public relations, you'd better hurry up," Joshua said sternly, "I can suppress this news for three days at most. After three days, if I don't publish the news, other tabloids will grab the headlines."

"I understand, I don't make things difficult for you." I paused for a moment, thinking of a not-so-good possibility, "My second uncle..."

Joshua sighed, seemingly saying nothing, but actually said everything.

I was terrified for less than half a second, and suddenly remembered that this was Bruce's job.So I was at peace again.

Bruce sensitively grasps Damian's animal-friendly feature.

After getting along for a period of time, Damian's attitude towards Bruce has gradually changed from observation to respect, but let me evaluate the relationship between the two of them, which is still more than unfamiliar and not close enough.

Bruce jumped at the opportunity, and he gave Damian the job of Ace's training, and Damian took it seriously.

In fact, everyone knows that Ace does not need to be trained. He is the ace dog trained by Al Fu, and he has been able to cooperate with Bruce a long time ago.

This was tacitly accepted.I occasionally see Damian and Ace playing a game of catch in the grass behind the estate.

At this time, he didn't look like the little assassin that Jason rated as "dangerous", but more like a boy from an ordinary family.

"He's not an ordinary kid, but he has talent."

I lay on the window sill and lazily enjoyed the sunshine, "Every one of your children is talented, even your dog is a gifted dog."

"He hasn't adapted to the life of a normal person yet, give him some time."

Bruce said, and said lightly, "He doesn't know how to face you, he can climb up to the second floor with his bare hands in the next second when he hears your footsteps."

I didn't realize that he was still in the mood to reveal his shortcomings, so I asked, "If he is rude to me, I have no intention of forgiving."

"You can throw him into the portal and fall for half an hour." Bruce said calmly, with a serene expression, "According to my personal experience, half an hour to an hour is within his acceptable range."

Is he really your real son?

I looked over with questioning eyes, and found that Bruce quietly backed away from me, and Damian, who was leading the dog, was looking in our direction from a distance.

The distance is very far, we can't see each other's expressions clearly, and his originally relaxed footsteps obviously paused.

I hesitated for two seconds whether to nod and say hello to him, but Damian turned his head and walked in the other direction one step faster than me.

Obviously he turned his head first, but I somehow felt that his quickened pace seemed to be running away, like a little leopard poking its head and sprinting back to the grass after being spotted.

I might have been drugged to have this outrageous association.

It's Bruce's job to think about how to explain Damian's existence to the outside world, but unfortunately, before everyone grabbed the bat and asked, the second uncle's call hit my mobile phone.

I drove alone to the small villa where my second uncle lived for many years. I felt as if I had returned to the age of eight, and as a child who made mistakes, I had to admit my mistakes in front of the elders.

Second Uncle took a sip of his tea and picked up the semi-permanent newspaper he had used when he was talking to me.

The newspaper can hide his expression, so that I can't accurately judge his mood, and it can also make him appear gentle, so that I won't make me overly nervous.

I honestly confessed without waiting for him to ask, "The child is his and was bred in an artificial womb, and he himself didn't know about it."

"Yeah." The second uncle nodded slightly, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes that showed no emotion.

It just so happened that the housekeeper brought me refreshments, and I used the gesture of eating to hide my nervousness.

The second uncle shook the newspaper and said slowly, "The two of us are the last members of the Kelan family. After we die, no one will inherit Kelan's inheritance."

He put down the newspaper unhurriedly, revealing his entire face, majestic and calm, "Richard and Jason have no ambition to go into business, Cassandra is not interested in it, this boy is not your child right now, I Will not give away the family property to Wayne for free."

I'd love to add a string after Tim's last name too, so that he can run Drake and Crane together when he grows up, obviously Jack's dick is stalking everyone who wants his son.

I understand the subtext behind the second uncle's words. I poked the tea into several small pieces with a fork, "...I don't want to have children."

This sentence must sound outrageous on the outside. I am the adoptive mother of several children. The adopted sons and daughters and the sons and daughters of other people are all strange. It is really not like someone who does not want to be a mother.

But I don't have another life on my shoulders, that's the truth.

In essence, I am not a person like Bruce whose paternal love is so overwhelming that it overwhelms Gotham. I have to struggle for a long time if I have a dog.

Regardless of whether Bruce has any biological children, regardless of how many children there are in this family, I don't need a child to prove my status.

If one day I am willing to go through this hurdle, it must be because I change my mind and accept a new life because of me, not because I need this child to do something.

To inherit Wayne and Crane, to put an end to outside gossip, to maintain the relationship between me and Bruce.

I don't need these, and I don't need them.

People like Second Uncle, who live in the script of business wars, probably can't understand my thoughts...

"I originally thought, I just don't want to have a child, I can create a child for you."

"--cough-cough!"

He spoke plainly, and I choked when I heard it, the rough cake body choked into my organs, almost choking me to the point where my eyes went black.

The second uncle was calm, "Lex has some useful technologies. I originally planned to ask for your opinion and use your genes as a blueprint to cultivate an heir."

Uncle, do you know that you may be less than one centimeter away from Superman's fist.

I was frightened, "You and Luther have a good relationship...haha, haha."

No wonder your hair tends to fall out recently, hahaha.

"I'm still thinking about whether to add Wayne's genes, but my daughter Xiao's mother should also." The second uncle glanced at me, "If you are willing to nod, as long as you give me three days, I have already made all the preparations."

According to the second uncle's idea, this should be a good plan.

He got a suitable heir, we can solve the public opinion problem of the Damian incident.

The second uncle might be on Bruce's list of dangers, it doesn't matter, the second uncle has never been a kind person, presumably Bruce's vigilance is more worthy of his concern than what brand of baby products he buys for the heir.

My current mood, to use an analogy, I am a carefree kitten, but my second uncle plans to take me down the river to swim and catch turtles in the water.

The second uncle's idea is a bit too advanced for me.

I politely declined, "You should keep this kind of good method to yourself."

Please don't mess with me any more.

"Oh." The second uncle replied, looking a little unhappy.

The newspaper was glued back into his hands like a competent ornament, this time covering even the eyes.

After a while, a pair of green eyes poked out from behind the newspaper, "I really don't want to."

"You want an heir who can really give birth to himself."

Even if you pinch me a second aunt, I can't accept it.