Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I worked hard for four or five days in a row in the small villa, six in the morning and ten in the evening, and finally went through all the accounts of the Gotham Charity Federation since its inception.

Pepper's words became a prophecy. This thing was created to launder money. It is an out-and-out money laundering organization.

I'm under the protection of the Gotham Police Department because of the notorious "crazy fan".Using this safe time, I worked overtime to sort out all the problems in the accounts and submitted them to the Gotham Police Department as evidence.

This part of my job is over for the time being, and the rest is left to the police and Batman to worry about.

The police officer who was in charge of protecting me outside the villa in those days told me in the chat that the upstream of the Charity Federation was Black Mask.Thanks to the problematic accounts I submitted, the black mask was sent to the black gate for financial crimes to enjoy a prison life where someone is responsible for three meals a day.

Hearing the wind, the black mask evacuated first, and was punched to the wall by Batman who jumped in from the window.That sounds like a real pain.

I admired the day's papers with pity and schadenfreude.

Because of the strange exposure and the small size of the passport photo of the black mask in prison, a whole block looks like butter on the verge of melting.

I feel a pity that I can't appreciate his face being beaten into a pig's head by Batman in high-definition.

When the Charity Federation recruits a batch of new employees, I can leave my job quickly and live a happy life of salted fish.The arrival of Harry's Circus seemed to ring the bell for the end of the stage play, and Bruce called me at this time.

"I thought you forgot the celebration banquet." He complained first, "You haven't come to me for five days."

"Coincidentally, I thought you forgot me." I wasn't fooled. "I'm just working, for a valid reason."

A few days ago, we were so busy that we didn’t even have time to transfer money. I was on the day shift and he was on the night shift, chasing and beating him in black masks in the light and in the dark.Today is the first time we have contacted in a few days.

"Lucy is a strong woman who only loves her work and doesn't love her boyfriend." He pretended to be sad.

It's a pity that without his beauty bonus, I was unmoved and hard-hearted, "Work is for not working. I finish all the work now, and there will be no work for me in the future."

Bruce was silent for a while, his voice suddenly serious, "Are you really not considering working at Wayne Enterprises, Lucy?"

Man, you don't love me at all, you just want to trick me into working for you.

"I'm going to hang up." I threatened.

There were two begging smiles over there, "I will pay for all the popcorn and Coke, please leave the small villa and go on a date with me."

"No sincerity, at least a double ball ice cream will do."

I took out the jewelry box and picked out a pair of newly bought enamel earrings, thinking that I could wear them with the necklace that Bruce had given me when I went to the circus.

Bruce asked carefully, "Then can I buy myself a double ball?"

"No," I closed the jewelry box, and couldn't help but curl my lips, "You can only eat a single ball."

The new enamel earrings were dangling from my earlobe the next day, and Bruce took a second look at the necklace lying on my chest as he helped me unbuckle my seatbelt.

"You sent it last week." I affirmed his thoughts.

"If you want, I can buy the whole store and give it to you," he launched a sweet-talking offensive again, "You can bring whatever you want."

I think back to that night when Batman didn't even want to say a perfunctory boast, and couldn't figure out how the same person could have such a big contrast between inside and outside.

I grabbed Bruce's chin and tilted my head to look carefully. There was no trace of Batman on this square chin.

Bruce cast a puzzled look at me, I let go, and patted his chest muscles hidden in the suit with ulterior motives, "I think you look a little better today."

The muscles seem to be a little tighter, and it must be very comfortable to sleep on.

Bruce looked puzzled. He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch, "The show is still half an hour away, and it's time for us to enter."

A watch that looks ordinary in his hand has a market value of at least $86.The watch contains a fragment of a lunar meteorite that fell to Earth 2000 years ago, which has contributed to its value.

We entered among a large number of differently dressed spectators.Several tents, large and small, occupy the open space on the outskirts of the city. Small carts selling all kinds of snacks and drinks are parked on both sides of the main road. The theme song of the circus performance is played from the speakers on the top of the tent, which almost overwhelms people's discussions One after another and the yelling of small vendors.

Later the circus will be held in the largest tent in the middle.Bruce and I handed the ticket to the ticket inspector to punch.

I couldn't help but looked back, and I could vaguely see the huge animal cage, and the shadows of ligers, tigers and elephants crouched in the cage.

There was noise around the cage, I followed the sound and walked a few steps inside, and saw a man arguing with an old man.The man was furious, grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him up, and was about to punch him in the face as he spoke.

"It's not worth advocating the virtue of doing something to the elderly." I interrupted abruptly, "I suggest you deal with it peacefully."

The man glanced at me as if he was about to say something unpleasant.

Putting an arm around my shoulders in an intimate gesture, "I think so too."

Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at the man, "What do you think, sir."

Seeing things being discovered, no matter how dissatisfied the man is, he can only give up.He gave us a hard look and walked away in a huff.

Bruce whispered to me, "Tony Zuko, he's one of Gotham's mob bosses."

I crossed my arms and shook my head, "It's too cheap for a leader of a gang to beat an old man himself. He's not even qualified to be a gang leader."

Bruce shrugged helplessly, nodded to the old man who was arranging his clothes, and took me away, "What flavor of popcorn and ice cream do you want?"

"The popcorn should be caramel-flavored, and the ice cream should have double balls," I held out two fingers, "one strawberry and one chocolate."

"Okay, then I want vanilla." As he said that, he glanced at me with some resentment, and emphasized, "Single ball."

I watched him go away with a sullen smile, and stood by the roadside waiting for him.A man sitting in the back of the circus car took one look at us, then looked away as I looked back.

Those golden eyes are like a pair of sharp eyes of a bird of prey, just looking at them makes people shudder.

Is it a circus performer?I secretly guessed.

A female voice rang in my ear, "Excuse me, are you—Lucille, Lucille Crane?"

I turned around, and a family of three was standing behind me.A young couple and a little boy no more than my waist height.

The wife with exquisite makeup showed surprise on her face, "You really are Lucille. I heard that you returned to Gotham after retiring from the circle. I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence."

Seeing my blank face, she reminded, "I'm Jenny."

My eyes widened a little bit, "Are you Janet?" I looked at the man next to me, "Jack Drake?"

My eyes flicked between the two of them, "Are you married?"

Every city has its own circle of upper-class aristocrats.Although it is unbelievable to say, no matter how the major families fight openly and covertly in private, when they are in the circle, everyone must maintain a bright and peaceful appearance.

Adults are here to intrigue, and children are here to play and socialize.In this way, the contacts of the next generation will build a good relationship at this time.Those who are active in the circle will always be the blue blood nobles of Gotham.

I was also taken for a while as a kid among Gotham's aristocratic kid circles.Janet and Jack were a few years older than me and they took good care of me.At that time, my parents in this life were still alive, and they worked hard for the Crane family to smoothly integrate into the upper class of Gotham.

I had actually heard of Bruce back then, and he was the king of noble kids, as famously lawless as his mother, Martha.So afterward none of their old acquaintances suspected the absurdity of Baby Brucey.

After my parents died, my second uncle took over the Kelan family.I also faded out of the social circle, nestled in the villa every day and pretended to be a quiet caterpillar, until my second uncle sent me to the University of Business Administration.

"You are married." I said with certainty, feeling very deceived, "No wonder Jack always tricked me to play the daughter when I was a kid, and you and him played the parents!"

Janet smiled sheepishly, and Jack decided to sell his son for fire.

He pushed the little boy obediently behind him in overalls to me, "This is our son Timothy, Timothy Drake. Son, call me Auntie."

"Don't call me 'Auntie'," I hummed. "Since I'm your daughter, he should call me 'Sister'."

The little boy raised his head obediently and looked at me. There was still a trace of baby fat on his fair face, and his blue eyes rolled around twice, "Then I'll call you 'Lulu', you can also call me 'Tim' .”

He is so cute.I don't like children.But he's just too cute.

I couldn't help but knelt down and rubbed his chubby little face hard. Tim covered his flushed face with a blank expression.

I laughed, "Hi, nice to meet you, Tim."

Tim pursed his lips a little aggrieved, "I was also very happy to meet Lulu, but I'm not so happy because you kneaded so hard."

Little Luoluo, who is only two or three years old, even complains in a childish voice.

I took the double-scoop ice cream handed over by Bruce, "Then I'll give you this ice cream to apologize, okay?"

I handed the ice cream to Tim, "Don't be unhappy when you eat the ice cream."

The little boy's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly went to see Janet, and happily took a big bite after getting Janet's permission, "Thank you, Lulu!"

I stroked his soft black hair, "You're welcome."

Bruce looked at Janet and Jack with his scoop of ice cream, "These two are..."

"Janet Drake and Jack Drake, my childhood friends." I introduced Bruce. "You should have heard their names."

Jack reached out to shake Bruce's hand, "I know you, Bruce Wayne, and I've known you for a long time."

Bruce hilariously held an ice cream in one hand, a box of popcorn under his arm, and two glasses of Coke on his fingers, and stretched out his other hand to hold Jack's hand and shook it, "Uh, nice to meet you."

He stood beside me with all his things and listened to the greetings between me and the Drake family. It wasn’t until we entered the arena separately that he complained quietly, “Children who eat too much ice cream tend to have stomach upsets.”

Oh Wayne parenting guru.

I blinked innocently, "Or give Tim your ice cream, that's just right."

He bit off the ball in one bite, wrapped it in his mouth and squeezed it, "It's gone."

Whoa, cheapskates!

I leaned in and bit into the rest of the cone, chipping a big chunk out of the crispy roll.

"Taste it." I said confidently.

We sat down in the front row, and a cheerful circus theme song played in the tent.The announcer stood in the middle of the venue and waved his tall hat to us.

It's not realistic to run out and buy an ice cream now.

Bruce grunted and chirped a few times, and stuffed all the chipped egg rolls into his mouth.

"There is nothing now." He said proudly with a mouthful of egg rolls.