Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I sincerely thank Second Uncle for at least coming to ask for my opinion, instead of holding a soft baby and stuffing it into my hand, "Here, this is your child."

Then I might end up in the emergency ward of Gotham Central Hospital that night, and the medical certificate said "myocardial infarction".

As the leader of Klan who only has business wars in his mind, Damian is definitely the second uncle's confidant.

I also know that it is impossible for the second uncle to hand over the family's foundation, and he only hates that an heir cannot fall from the sky for him to pick up.

I think the second uncle may be thinking too much. Damian doesn't look like he is very interested in Kelan's property.

If he intends to become the heir of Wayne Enterprises, it must be because he hopes that he can inherit his father's things as a son, rather than greedy for Wayne's money and power.

With the pitiful relationship between us and the changes in other people's evaluation of him, the image of this child gradually became full in my heart.

A skilled and well-trained little assassin, a young boy who has never experienced a normal life.

His world operates with a unique set of laws, and life at Wayne Manor is breaking his laws.

From a rational point of view, Damian is completely innocent in the whole thing.An illegitimate child is the original sin of a family, but Damian is not the product of betrayal.

From an emotional point of view, I couldn't help venting my anger at first, and when I got back to Wayne Manor, Damian wasn't a very communicative person either.

All that said, I have mixed feelings about Damian.

The first impression of a person needs countless details to get along with, and the generation of details takes time, which is why Bruce handed over the work of training Ace to Damian.

Every afternoon, Damian would show up on the lawn on the back hill of Wayne Manor with the dog on time. I only need to glance over from the study where I often stay, and I can see one person and one dog chasing on the lawn.

Putting my favorite beanbag by the window must and must have been Bruce's trick.

Damian found that my observation was not difficult. At the beginning, he would deliberately take Ace to a position a little further away, and then he slowly stopped running far away, just paying attention not to meet my gaze.

Occasionally Bruce will go to the lawn to participate in training, which can be regarded as a parent-child activity in his concept.

I noticed that when Damian stood in front of him, he would unconsciously straighten his back, which was different from his usual tense poise, like a soldier waiting for inspection.

It seems that he has not fully accepted the concept of family. From the rules he has learned in the past, all interpersonal relationships can be divided by superiors and subordinates.

In this competitive relationship, those who do not compete will fall to the bottom.

The afternoon before the announcement of Damian's existence, there were only me, Damian and Ah Fu in the house.

Tomorrow is the day when Damian will appear in public. Bruce held a dinner party and invited a group of Gotham celebrities and the media to disclose Damian's identity at the dinner party.

This is Damian's first appearance, and Ah Fu specially customized a small suit for him.

"Would you like to take Master Damian to pick up that dress?" Ah Fu asked me, "Before you leave, you can let him try it on to see if it fits."

I understand the subtext of this action, not only to try to bring the relationship between the two of us closer, but also to send a signal to the outside world.

I knew Damian existed and accepted the child.

Waiting until tomorrow, those friends from the media who had been dealt with by Bruce in advance will tacitly reveal this matter as evidence that the cooperation between Wayne and Crane is naturally smooth.

I can refuse, Bruce will have other ways, and Ah Fu will not force me.

Just looking at Damian standing in front of me, I can't help but see him half kneeling on the ground shaking hands with the dog in my head.

By coincidence, I agreed.

Damian seemed to want to refuse, but after seeing that I agreed to take him out without much hesitation, he was quiet.

Contrary to the caustic and complacent first impressions of the other children in the family, it seems to me that Damian is mostly a silent observer, always evaluating everything around him.

He is not a reckless person, and his bickering and provocation with Jason and Tim just proves that he still retains a childish part of his character.

When he sat in the back seat of my car, I glanced at him in the rearview mirror and suddenly discovered a fact that I had ignored for a long time.

Damian, like me, has green eyes.

This little detail tricked me subtly, making me ignore the awkward silence in the car.

Until the car stopped in front of the tailor's shop, I was still thinking about the difference between our two eyes on green.

Damian suddenly said before getting out of the car, "You don't have to agree, Pennyworth also has a motor vehicle driver's license."

This is the first time he talked to me, I didn't react for a while, and even thought he was talking to the air.

Damian had no interest in repeating it a second time either.

We sat in the car, the car was parked on the side of the road, and neither of us got out of the car.

I thought for a moment and asked, "Do you eat crepes?"

Damian: "... what?"

The stalled car started again, and this time it stopped in front of my favorite crepe shop.I have a stake in this store, which was formerly a crepe stand that Bruce sent me.

The store occasionally invites me to taste it when they develop new flavors, but my favorite is cheese strawberry cream. I am really a long-term lover.

Being in love, I ordered the old flavor, and turned to Damian, "What flavor do you eat?"

Damian's lips quivered a few times. I guess he was going to spit out some harsh words, but finally he just said a short sentence, "As you wish."

"Then eat the same taste as me." I said to myself.

With two crepes in hand, we sat in the front and passenger seats.

No matter how rebellious a child is, when eating, he will infinitely overlap with the image of a little hamster.When he seriously finished eating a crepe, the stiff atmosphere in the car was also diluted a lot.

I remembered the purpose of my trip and prepared to drive to the tailor for the second time.Damian put on his seat belt and whispered, "Father and I mentioned this store."

Before I could answer, he said, "He said that you often go to this restaurant, and later you like to take other people to eat."

It's true, when we were dating, the store was just a small stall, and we bought off everyone in the family with different crepes.

Ah Fu likes the traditional whipped cream flavor, and randomly adds some seasonal fruit pieces in it.He himself has also studied in the kitchen, and he has been able to reproduce 80.00% of the essence of the boss,

Dick loves creamy, cloying sugar cream and chocolate flavors, and this sweet tooth won't miss an opportunity to sweeten himself to death.

Jason likes the salty taste of the eggs, ham and cheese, and he would like it even more if he could add some hot sauce.The sweet and salty battle between him and Dick has been fiercely contested more than once in Wayne Mansion.

Kashan prefers to add hot candied apples to the pie crust, and she also likes other flavors, but after eating the candied apples, there will be more reluctant eyes.

I concluded to Damian, "Next time try a few more flavors and you'll find your favourite."

He said flatly, "You know them well."

"I know everyone in the family." I said flatly.

After this conversation, until Damian and I went to the tailor to try on clothes, we didn't communicate again.

In fact, he is somewhat similar to Bruce after putting on the suit, only a few points.When we first met, I thought he was just a little Bruce, but that was overturned as I got to know him better.

The part of him that belongs to his mother will be more obvious, not only his eyes and skin color, but also his temperament and every little gesture hidden in his words and deeds.

The tailor that Ah Fu liked was naturally very good in craftsmanship. Even though Damian's size was a string of numbers reported by Ah Fu in the past, the suit fit him well.

The old tailor who made the suit prepared two small bow ties for us to match the suit, one with some playful pinstripes and the other with dark dark green.

"We can choose to have both," I suggested objectively, "but I personally think that you can wear the dark green one tomorrow night, it will look good on your eyes."

"The bow tie goes with the suit, I thought you wouldn't wear the dress you wore a second time."

You have misconceptions about what may be wrong with our lives.

"We need to dress up more than you think," was all I could tell him.

"Okay," he straightened his collar, "I understand your meaningless social activities."

"It's not completely meaningless."

I glanced at him, "At least the cakes at the buffet counter are generally pretty good."

Bruce can always touch the cake unconsciously in the process of chatting with people to calm his deeply bored heart.

Tomorrow is the day to reveal Damian's identity. I don't know what Bruce has prepared for this. Although the possibility is very small, if he doesn't handle this matter well, maybe the second uncle will really throw us a little baby.

Ah Fu saw my worry and brought me a plate of butter cookies from the kitchen.

I took a bite of the cookie, holding the plate in my other hand, "Shall I send some to Bruce?"

"It depends on your mood," Ah Fu raised his eyebrows upstairs, "You decide to enjoy it by yourself, and I will pretend that I have never seen this plate of biscuits."

Thank you Ah Fu for your kindness, but considering the weight of the whole plate, I decided to reward someone who lost his hair, lest he become the second generation of Luthor.

The newly replaced plush carpet swallowed the sound of my footsteps, approaching the door of the study, I heard two people talking from the door.

It's Bruce and Damian.

I hesitated for nearly half a second, took out the Bluetooth headset and put it on, turned on the small software developed by Tim and Barbara on the phone, and connected to the bug in the study.

As soon as the eighth was wiped out, the ninth stayed, probably on purpose by Bruce, who wanted me to hear this conversation.

Halfway through their conversation, I heard Damian say, "No matter how you handle it, there will be losses."

"It's necessary." The voice came from Bruce.

After the two said this, Damian fell silent, as if to allow time to think.

Bruce said, "You don't need to worry, I will take care of everything."

With the sound of paper flipping, Bruce should be sorting out the files.

"Go and rest," Bruce said.

I didn't hear the footsteps leaving. Damian should have stood there for a while, and I imagined him crossing his arms and pretending not to care.

"You can report my age."

I was slightly taken aback.

Damian said, "I don't have a birth certificate, and there are still [-] hours before the party. Tomorrow morning, I will change the age on the replacement certificate, and there will be time."

Both inside and outside the study room were extremely quiet, I subconsciously restrained my breathing, as if falling into the buttery solidified atmosphere with the two people in the room.

Bruce's voice is serious. "It's not fair to you. You'll lose part of your childhood."

"I don't need it." Damian said lightly, with almost no emotion in his voice, "I should have been born earlier than now."

His birth was delayed because he was not a normal born child.

"It's the quickest and most limited method," Damian pointed out. "I don't want to sit in a classroom with a bunch of snotty brats doing arithmetic. It's torture to me."

"Going to school is not torture, you have to learn to get along with your peers." Bruce said.

He paused, then continued, "Thank you, Damian."

Whoa, he actually said thank you to Damian, that was a big break.

I don't know if Bruce will adopt the method Damian said, but Damian's proposal is undoubtedly a sacrifice

——For the peace of this family.

Whether he was doing it for his father or for other reasons, this is an indisputable fact.

The boy grunted his father's thanks, and then footsteps sounded.

I put away the bluetooth headset, just bumped into him who pushed the door and walked out.I didn't miss the subtle stiffness in his expression.

"Eat cookies?" I handed the plate in front of him.

He swayed and walked away from me.

I looked back, his footsteps were getting faster and faster, and when he reached the stairs, he was floating down like a ghost.

I was lost in thought.

Maybe getting along with Damian is not as difficult as I imagined.

Anyway, it's impossible for him to fight me.

My fast-dial keys still belong to Kashan.