Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Thalia and I had tea in a private clubhouse.She specially picked a private room, and we sat on two sofas and drank tea.

The tea is naturally good, but it is not accompanied by some small cakes, drinking tea alone is very boring.

In Wayne Mansion, I often eat pastries made by Ah Fu in the name of drinking tea. Ah Fu always thought that we loved his black tea very much.

I have always been unwilling to wrong myself, so I took a few sips of tea and put the cup beside me.

A pair of emerald eyes on the opposite side were staring at me without blinking. I looked back calmly and praised, "Your eyes are beautiful."

She seemed a little dazed, and soon, those green eyes narrowed, and the whole movement process was close to a beast.

"You know differently than I do," she said.

I smiled slightly, "You are not much different from what I imagined."

Thalia didn't try to hide her whereabouts. The family will come to pick me up soon, and we just have a short conversation time.

The problem is that neither of us know what topics to choose, our daily lives rarely overlap, and it is difficult to find topics to talk about.

Assassins probably don't pay attention to which store in Gotham has the best pizza, and which store's ice cream will issue coupons at the beginning of the month.

If she talks to me about the grand plan of the Assassin League, I will be at a loss, and I will keep a blank smile and nod.

The two of us looked at each other in silence for a while, and I realized that we probably had nothing to say to each other other than flirty words.At this time, a hero who breaks the deadlock is needed.

I noticed that the clothes she was wearing were somewhat familiar, as if they were the new season of a certain brand.I think it looks familiar because that brand sent me their new product brochure last month.

"This dress suits you well," I said, "and it goes well with your jewelry today."

Thalia didn't wear earrings or rings, but only wore a necklace around her neck. A ruby ​​lay quietly on her chest, revealing that her skin had a honey-colored luster.

This is a good topic to start a conversation. Thalia fiddled with the gems on her chest twice and smiled playfully, "If you were a man, I would think you were expressing affection to me."

"It's very normal to praise beautiful things." I held my chin, "Maybe you can also try Alexander opal jewelry, which should match your skin tone very well."

"I have a few in my hand," she said thoughtfully, "Your aesthetics should be pretty good."

We chatted from gemstones and jewellery, to seasonal dresses and cosmetics, and took a detour to Middle Eastern cuisine and American fast food.

I thought she offered to talk to me, if not Bruce, at least Damian.

but none.We're just talking about topics that normal people would talk about.

I know full well that Thalia and I are not in the same category.

In my life, it is impossible for me to use an artificial womb to nurture my own children, nor do I have the dream of leading a killer group to control the world.

She is also not interested in my ordinary and casual life. What we are after is not the same thing.

Her only connection to me was Bruce and Damian, and she had a love for them, but it was mixed with a lot of other things.

For us, this relationship doesn't matter, as long as one of us is unwilling, we will never see each other in this life.

To be honest, I didn't put on the hanging ring and run in circles the first second she appeared, just because I was curious about a mysterious and dangerous assassin.Perhaps in her eyes, I am also a very strange person.

We chatted in bits and pieces for a long time, and a man who was supposed to be one of Thalia's men came up to her and whispered something in her ear.

Thalia waved his hand to signal him to step back, and turned to look at me, "Someone is here to pick you up."

"He thinks faster than I do," I propped my face, and suddenly smiled, "Maybe it has already been associated with the League of Assassins attacking Metropolis from the time we met."

"It's not impossible." Thalia said casually, and she stood up. "I sometimes admire his anxious expression."

Then you are really bad fun.

I followed her to leave the private room through another door. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Brucey in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the sofa in the hall and loosening his tie.

It seemed that they had no intention of going to war, at least not in the clubhouse.

Thalia stopped right at the door, not seeing Bruce in the hall.She gave me another serious look and said a repetitive line, "You are indeed...different."

She added, "It's a pity you stayed in that manor. You should be worth more."

"Not everything has value," I shrugged. "What makes me happy is good."

She raised the corners of her lips, and this time she could see some shallow and rare sincerity in her smile.This smile was not for ridicule or to stand up, but because she wanted to laugh, so she did.

We didn't talk about anything about Bruce and Damian.They were not important in the relationship between the two of us, that's all.

"Looking forward to meeting you next time." She said so, calmly disappearing into the unlit corridor.

One thing I noticed about her and Damian, both mother and son, was a habit of verbalizing their words, which made me connect the two of them a little bit.

Bruce's expression was not very good. He was full of vigilance and guard against the places where Thalia had been and even Thalia herself.

He walked up to me and complained under his breath, "You should have informed us first."

"You guys didn't release the more than ten Trojan software in my phone for nothing." I tried to force my words, "My instinct tells me that this trip is safe."

Appeared, "Batman's disapproving look" has been circulating in the family for a long time.

I looked away and resorted to the great method of changing the subject, "After Damian takes over my job, I want to go out for a walk."

He looked at me meaningfully, and after a while, he chose to continue the next topic with me, "You know that Damian's official age is still far away from adulthood, right?"

"Life needs to be supported by a beautiful vision of the future." I said, "And who asked him to wait until he is an adult before he can handle official duties, and Batman still employs child labor."

We looked at each other and tacitly stopped hurting each other.

He opened the door, stretched out his hand to cushion the door of the passenger seat, and waited for me to sit in before going around to the other side to get in the car.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

I thought for a while, "It would be a bit boring to travel alone, I should ask Pepper together."

Then throw the work to the careless men, perfect.

I noticed from the rearview mirror that he pursed his lips in distress, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think?"

"No," the corners of the mouth curled down quickly retracted, "Remember to bring your mobile phone and bank card."

"And," he emphasized, "don't blacklist me."

Oh, well, I reluctantly promise you.

I actually left work and ran away long before Damian took over.I believe Bruce is capable of handling both day and night work.

During this period of time, Gotham was rarely at peace. He happened to be able to work overtime during the day and drink a few more cups of coffee. Anyway, he only slept for a few hours a day.

Morgan was of school age, and Pepper just had time to spare. We hit it off, chatted briefly on the phone, and drove off that day with our passport and backpack.

Before leaving Gotham, I received a pair of stud earrings with the Alexandria opals I had bragged about.

Very beautiful, I didn't wear the earrings out, but gave an emerald necklace as a return gift.

Can't wait for Dick, Jason, and Kassan to come back from another city, and Pepper and I are drinking White Bear beer in a Russian tavern and running out in the snow to get a Big Lieba dipped in black caviar.

When Dick's video call came, we hooked our shoulders and sang some gibberish songs on the road in the snow, thinking that we were still girls, just finished drinking outside and wanted to run back to the dorm before curfew.

With dim drunken eyes, I finally found the real one from the three dicks that popped up on the screen of my phone, and grinned at them.

Kassan squeezed into the camera from the corner, "Are you in Russia?"

I stood on tiptoe and turned my phone around, "That's right, I was outside and just drank a nice beer."

Jason could only hear his voice but not see him, "Everyone is in the manor today, except you."

He twitched and tentatively said, "You can come back through the portal."

I laughed. "That would take away the joy of traveling, boy."

I laughed and laughed a few words with them, hung up the phone, and Pepper and I were standing at the entrance of the hotel.

I glanced at her, "...I don't think I've had enough."

She was shaking her phone on the ground, "I ordered takeaway."

Pepper, the only Pepper in the world, is really cheap for Stark.

Pepper accompanied me on a trip for a while, and because she was worried about Morgan and Stark Enterprises, she packed her bags and went home.

Now I am the only one left to go around the world without any special plan. Occasionally, I have the idea of ​​seeing the aurora, so I buy a ticket and fly to Iceland.

This is the first time I have been away from Wayne Manor for an extended period of time since my marriage, without a job or a noisy family.I kind of miss them, for a few brief moments.

Nowhere in this world is peace. I have encountered several robberies, and I have also encountered serial killers who are on the run. Now I can handle such incidents with ease.

Sometimes when a few children in my family go abroad on missions, they will sneak over to see me, and use the Batplane to bring me roast chicken and small cakes that Alfort intends to make for me.

In contrast, someone who just makes video calls every now and then and transfers money to the bank card does not appear to be very sincere.

"When you donated money to the Egyptian Red Crescent, Wayne Enterprises cooperated with you in donating a lot of medical equipment." He emphasized on the other end of the phone, "And I even gave you the notes."

In fact, by some coincidence, I was working as a temporary doctor at a disaster site somewhere.

At first I just happened upon this earthquake and natural disaster, and stayed only to help other people.In addition to my ability, I also learned some superficial medical knowledge from others.

When Bruce found out about this, he taught me some of his experience in dealing with injuries, and asked Dick to bring along the medical manual he wrote for the Robins.

The signal in the disaster-stricken area is very poor, and I have to run far away to call them under the signal base station.

I haven't tidied myself up for a long time, my messy blond hair is only tied into a ponytail casually, and there are ashes on my face that I don't know where.

I smiled deliberately, "I thought you would come over in person, it seems that you don't miss me very much."

His eyes wandered for a moment, and he quickly moved back, "You can go home at any time, we will wait for you at home."

"As far as I know, there are not many people in the family. Dick, Jason, and Kassan are not in Gotham, and Tim is in San Francisco."

"Damian is at home."

"Damian goes to Westside School, with Little Joe."

"And Alfred and Ace, and Alfred the Cat and Titus."

Wow.I shook my head, "You might as well include the bat cow."

He said seriously, "No way."

"I hope you're not tinkering with your armor in a batcave on the moon when I get home."

The picture was a bit stuck, so I raised my phone a little higher, "Maybe I will leave after a few days, and I will follow the aliens on a spaceship to sail in the interstellar space. Does the Green Lantern control space traffic?"

"I suggest you ask Hal yourself," Bruce keenly captured the point of the topic, "Are you going home?"

I blinked innocently, "I didn't say that."

"The post-disaster reconstruction is coming to an end, and you are going back to Gotham." Bruce affirmed, "You have been traveling for nearly a year, and you have to come back for Christmas."

It seemed that someone was quite angry, so I took the phone away, "Hey, hello... the signal is not good, I can't hear you... I'm hanging up!"

Bruce has a way of guessing my itinerary, come on, detective.

On the first day of my flight home, I hadn't even packed my bags when a helicopter landed on the top deck of my hotel.

I raised my eyebrows indifferently at the person standing at the door, "Don't you think your words and deeds are a bit exaggerated?"

"Damian goes to school in Alfred's helicopter." Brucey's older baby was full of tricks, "so you can also go home in my helicopter."

I tilted my head and took his arm, "Okay, let's go home."

"...Didn't you get me a Christmas present?"

"At home, under the Christmas tree, you have to do it yourself."

If I were asked to evaluate my life so far, I have not done anything earth-shattering or great.

What I do is nothing compared to a superhero like Wonder Woman.

But I don't regret every choice I made.The husband with an eight-foot-thick persona, the children who fought for three days and reconciled for two days, the villain second uncle who only knows how to make money, and the grandfather who can dominate the world by himself can't stop me from enjoying the comfortable retirement life now.

If you asked me to summarize my life right now, I'd call it, "happiness."

This is my life and I am very satisfied.

...If Damian is willing to work overtime instead of me, I will be more satisfied.