After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce's first reaction was to look at Hilda who was sitting next to him: "No - honey, believe me, I've never heard of this, and I don't intend to conclude a relationship with anyone but you Marital relationship."

Hilda raised her head, glanced at the triumphant Jason, and saw that he subconsciously restrained his expression, and then comforted Bruce, "Oh, of course I believe you, don't care about Jason's words."

Jason: "..."

He was aroused by the two people in front of him, and the atmosphere in the living room now gave him an "illusion" that he could push an inch, so he boldly said: "I'm telling the truth. Didn't you propose to Bruce? Do you still announce your marriage in front of the media, don't you have other marriage partners?"

"Of course not," Hilda said immediately, turning her head and kissing Bruce, "Baby, you know me. If I really want to get married, then the only person I can marry is you."

"Of course I don't doubt you." He said affectionately.

Jason felt a little overwhelmed for no reason, and he shut up, regretting not going upstairs to bed first to see Bruce's jokes.

"But," Bruce said with a little doubt on his face, "When did you propose to me in front of the media? Why didn't I know?"

"It was an impromptu interview in New York this afternoon." Hilda leaned against Bruce and yawned lightly. "There's nothing to say. They asked me about my plans for the future, and I replied..."

"Go back to my hometown to get married." Jason answered, he still remembered the words that made him spray water.

"Actually, this is a long-term plan," she said earnestly. "First of all, go back to my hometown. As for getting married, it needs to be considered in the long run."

Bruce kissed her finger, acting exactly like a man in love and obsessively: "It's all up to you."

"I have nothing to do now," Hilda concluded, "so I can accompany you well, dear, do you need me to help you with something? For example, handle the Justice League or Batman for you? "

Bruce smiled, "No dear."

"Why?" she asked back, "You don't want me to meddle in these things?"

"No..." He dodged his eyes and hesitated, which aroused Hilda's interest instead. She leaned forward and pressed half of her body on Bruce, like a big cat following instinct and unable to control herself. They caught the prey they were interested in, but didn't realize that it was just a trap set by the "prey".

Bruce stretched out a hand and wrapped it around Hilda's waist. Instead of answering directly, he looked at Jason: "You should go to bed, Jason."

Jason shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't interested in the sticky conversation between the two of them—and he knew that Bruce would definitely use his playboy acting skills to fool Hilda next.

The old father also needs face, and this kind of thing is not easy to show in front of the adopted son who knows everything.

So it was rare for Jason not to be rebellious. He just "hummed" softly, hugged his book, got off the sofa, turned around and went upstairs.

Hilda's chin rested on Bruce's shoulder. They were very close. Hilda could hear his steady heartbeat, feel his body temperature and his faint smell. It was the smell of men's perfume, which matched Bruce's taste. The usual image, but Hilda felt that she smelled more... the smell of iron and gunpowder smoke, only for a short moment, she just thought she had smelled it wrong.

"Jason is going upstairs," she said softly, deliberately sticking to Bruce's ear, nonchalantly, "No one will bother us now—"

Bruce drew a little distance away, then lowered his voice and winked at her: "Yeah, it would be better if Ah Fu fell asleep too."

Hilda was already lying on top of him, and now under his deliberate connivance, almost her whole body was trying to cling to him. Bruce fell back slightly, as if he could be picked by you. His pair of blue eyes were as blue as sea water His eyes reflected Hilda...and only Hilda.

Hilda took a breath, and then hurriedly said, "...you did it on purpose."

"What?" Bruce tilted his head, pretending to be puzzled.

She didn't speak, she straightened her body, her slender fingers landed on Bruce's Adam's apple, up and down with the roll of Adam's apple, she chuckled lightly, grabbed Bruce's bow tie, loosened it ruthlessly, and turned her head Slowly said: "...Are you seducing me? Bruce."

Bruce lowered his eyes, hooked his lips into a smile, then slowly raised one hand, grabbed Hilda's other hand on his chest, and brought her to his cheek, then raised his eyes casually, He stared at her provocatively: "Can't you?"

"Okay," Hilda leaned down｜body, "It's just that, honey, with you like this, I want to know the answer even more—why don't you want me to pay attention to the Justice League?"

Bruce paused, turned his face away, sighed helplessly, and closed his eyes: "God——I really don't want to say it."

"Ok?"

He opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Hilda hesitantly for a while: "...you have to swear that you won't laugh at me because of that answer."

Hilda was puzzled: "What? I won't laugh at you."

"...That's not necessarily true." He looked away, and was silent for a while, "...When the Justice League was established, I went to meet several main members...Although I am very unwilling, but I admit it," he sucked a puff Tone, "Superman is more perfect than me."

Hilda was stunned, she realized the answer, and felt a little surprised for a moment, but the next moment, a smile was already on her face: "...Oh my god."

"You said you wouldn't laugh at me—"

"I didn't laugh at you," Hilda held his face, feeling that the earth man in front of her was so cute, and now she could see "cuteness" from such a handsome face, "Whether Superman No matter how perfect he is, I will not be interested in him. Because there is only one Bruce Wayne in the world, and I will only like Bruce Wayne."

Bruce rubbed his cheek against her palm, but his half-closed eyes shimmered. He was half joking and half probing: "...What if one day I'm not Bruce Wayne anymore?"

Hilda froze for a moment: "What do you mean? Not...Bruce Wayne?" She laughed, as if she took this sentence as a joke, "If you are not Bruce Wayne, who else could it be? If you Not Bruce Wayne, so where is my Bruce Wayne?"

"What if I'm not the Bruce Wayne you imagined?" he asked.

Bruce didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting, and even what happened now was beyond his plan, and he didn't intend to reveal anything, although this doubt always existed.

"...Maybe, what you fell in love with is just an illusion," his eyes flickered, "an illusion that doesn't exist. The real Bruce Wayne is completely different from what you think." Bruce finally left room for himself. There are two interpretations for this sentence: worrying about gains and losses in love and lack of self-confidence, or, the secret of that mask hidden in the dark.

"You think I'm only in love with the Bruce Wayne in my fantasy?" Hilda asked back, "No, I'm in love with a real person, right in front of me, under me, with a heartbeat, There is warmth, a handsome face, and a soft heart. You don’t know what your existence means to me...you are my unique earthling.”

Bruce's heart beat heavily, he was silent for a while, and then slowly smiled at Hilda: "I hope that I will always be unique in your heart."

"Of course you are."

"Only for me?"

"Special to you alone."

"It's settled." He said so, his hot lips had turned and fell, and the positions of the two were reversed. The narrow sofa could not accommodate the weight of the two, and he let out a moan of dissatisfaction.

Breathing gradually, Bruce stroked Hilda's back over and over again, and then hugged her: "Let's go back—"

Hilda was laughing, as if she found it amused that he frowned and suppressed her expression: "—where?"

"By my side," he replied, "...forever."

After a night, even Hilda still felt unusually tired.

The sunlight swayed mischievously through a small gap in the curtain lifted by the wind.Hilda slowly opened her eyes in the dark. She sat up, turned her head sideways, bent one leg, propped her cheek with one hand, looked at Bruce who was sleeping, and raised the corners of her lips.

There was a mess everywhere, but Hilda felt extremely at ease.She got out of bed, bent down to pick up a white shirt, put it on and took two steps before realizing that it was Bruce's clothes.The shirt was long enough to be her skirt, so she simply used it as a skirt, opened the heavy curtain, and felt the sunshine of Gotham.

Bruce moved his body, and finally slowly opened his eyes in the sunlight.

Hilda was right in front of his eyes, like an inexplicable dream, almost melting in the sun/

"... Hilda," he murmured.

"You're awake, Bruce." His girlfriend turned around, wearing a white crumpled shirt, radiant, with an expression as bright as the sun behind her—he couldn't understand why she still To be so energetic.

Bruce rubbed his temples and sat up: "...Baby, aren't you tired? Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Hilda jumped onto the bed and fell into his arms. "I'm full of energy now."

Bruce yawns. "Yeah, I swear I see that."

"You know, Bruce," Hilda said, with an extremely firm expression, which made Bruce feel a little ominous, "I like Gotham City, and I think I should do something about it."