[Comprehensive British and American] Will Witches Come to Gotham's Daily Life?

The author of Three Dimensions is busy with work and updates are irregular. An old joke, heavily OOC, a batfamily family drama, the protagonist is a younger sister, who is squeamish, lazy, and disruptive, but is not a perfect character. The outline has been completed, so stay tuned Updated introduction: One sentence introduction: Who says a jerk can't be a hero? Ida Olivia Todd, she never denied that she was a jerk. She once claimed her identity as a witch and declared mercilessly to Bruce and his family: "You are just passers-by in his long life. Only I will be with him for a long time." But she also comforted the lost little bird, "Come here, don't put too much pressure on yourself. By the way... Who said my brother is dead?" She also said sweetly, "Is it really for me? Bock, no, can I call you Rhea, my dear?" Rhea, she called this name like a glass candy on the tip of her bright red tongue. Although she chewed it up later... She had also been... No, until now she was a cold-blooded and extremely selfish bastard. This bastard ended up being a screw in the bridge, and then he was impaled there. …………………… At night, on the bed, the little girl hugged a familiar teddy bear and stared at the man with black hair and eyes. The child was the first to be defeated. After sighing maturely, he reminded the old father who was once again lost in memories because of telling stories, "What next, Dad?" The man came back to his senses and looked at the girl with increasingly familiar features. He lowered his eyes and gave the people in the story an ending that was reasonable and in line with the values of a seven-year-old girl. "They got together and lived happily ever after." Then he got up and left a night light for his daughter. "It's time for bed, Anya." The child wisely said good night to the once again melancholy adult, "Good night, daddy." …………………… "That's our story, right?" The bright woman in the portrait is twirling a rose with morning dew and speaking with a smile. It's summer in the portrait, it's daytime. The woman sat comfortably on the grass enjoying her long-lost vacation. She can go wherever there are magical portraits. Therefore, she heard the story that the man told her daughter from beginning to end. "So what?" The man standing in front of the floo network asked, "I remember we once had a marriage certificate." "Okay then", the woman raised her eyebrows, turned the rose in her hand, her tone was extremely casual, "You are right." The man was so choked that he couldn't breathe. He turned his head back angrily, threw down a handful of Floo powder and prepared to leave. But just before stepping into the stove, he turned his head. The person in the portrait has disappeared. Only a lone rose was left in place. As expected. The man stepped into the Floo network. [She is still the same bastard! Old introduction: I traveled through time and became a child, but I still remember what happened in my previous life. Obviously this kind of thing is not my problem alone. Either the corruption within the underworld led to insufficient ingredients in Meng Po's soup, or the portion given to me by Meng Po's shaking hands was not enough. So having said that, it's not my problem. Besides, I didn't get involved with any black organization and I took A-level drugs, but a decent young man inexplicably rejuvenated himself. Is this right? He must have been dissected before he even got close to science. And the ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping pinging gunshots outside, where did this come from? Teacher, we don't like this kind of metal tube fireworks in China, right? I don't care about that for now. The sound outside stopped and I squinted outside. ………… My family members were bought for zero dollars. Uh, I mean, picked up. I was just about to find a place to see if I could take a look outside, when the top was suddenly opened, and a little boy with blue eyes and I looked at each other. His eyes are so beautiful, wait a minute... He leaned forward and threw something like cloth to cover me. I was unprepared and almost fell. I was startled and started to struggle. But suddenly I felt like I was being picked up, followed by rapid movement. I was being uh, I can't tell what it was, but I didn't know this boy, and his careless attitude made me feel a little confused. I also vaguely remember that the flower language of stray cats is slow and careless... What is this? Why is there all this mess in my mind? Anyway, I'm a kitten? The copy has been updated, leaving the imagination for 2024.7 Intention: Everyday life or everyday life