After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

—Hilda actually has the ability to resurrect the dead.

It has to be said that this news did have a huge attraction for Penguin.No one would refuse such a big killer, no one could refuse... death and resurrection.

His breathing was intense because of greed, Poison Ivy watched his expression, naturally she would not miss such a change.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly.

However, Penguin's next reaction was not as she expected.

"...No, no." He turned his head restrainedly, as if he had exhausted all his efforts to resist this temptation, "Yes, this is indeed an interest that can stir up the world, but, no, I can't Cooperate with you."

The Goddess of Poison Ivy turned cold: "Are you kidding? Cobbot? Or, you actually have the character of loyalty? This is not like you. Have you fallen in love with Hilda Walker?"

—in love with Hilda? !

Penguin's face turned blue, and he was almost surprised by Pamela's earth-shattering words: he is not Stockholm! ! !

"Stop joking!" he roared, "what do you know, I'm a businessman, but what you need to do business is to weigh the pros and cons, not only to see the benefits, but also to see the huge risks behind the benefits! You think I'm your Are these reckless lunatics?!"

The more he talked, the more he felt that his thoughts were right. Poison Ivy is a life-threatening idiot, and he couldn't go crazy with her like this, so the Penguin calmed down a little, heaved a sigh of relief, got up and took two steps: "If you want to gain the benefits of Hilda, you must at least have a feasible way to obtain the resurrection ability from her. I am not her opponent, you... Chi, you are not. Admit it, Poison Ivy, in In this city, no, on this planet, Hilda has almost no opponents - you can't handle her at all, let alone have any way to make her abilities work for you. There is no way to get the benefits at hand. It is equivalent to no interest, and I will not waste energy on such a hopeless transaction."

"Yeah, I'm not Hilda's match," Poison Ivy taunted, curling her hair with her fingers, "You're not Hilda's match either, but... Hilda also has her weaknesses. , as her friend, don't you understand it very well?"

The Penguin turned his head abruptly, a gleam flashed in his eyes: "...Do you want to start with Bruce Wayne? Do you want to die?"

"No!" Poison Ivy's complexion changed drastically, as if she was afraid that some invisible existence would misunderstand her meaning, she explained in a panic, "I will not do anything to Bruce Wayne——I have no malice towards him!" She looked sincere, wishing she could swear to the sky with her fingers up.

The Penguin asked suspiciously, "...why are you so excited?"

Poison Ivy glared at him fiercely: "——this has nothing to do with you. In short, you just need to know that Bruce Wayne is definitely not my target. From the beginning, I will only target Hilda. "

"Ha, don't you think your words are contradictory?" Coppert couldn't help but said, "As far as I know, Bruce Wayne is Hilda's only weakness. If you don't take action on this weakness, how are you going to implement it?" Your plan for Hilda?"

"Don't be so stupid, Cobbot, of course we can," Poison Ivy gave a icy smile, "We can't touch the real Bruce Wayne, but we have our own 'Bruce Wayne', we don't Need to control Hilda, but we can get her blood, don't you want to know what kind of monster she is? Come on, Copperpot, you will never regret joining us."

"'We'?" Cobbot repeated, his clever brain had already figured out Pamela's plan, "You got Mudface? You wanted Mudface to turn into Bruce Wayne, and then approached Hee. Erda?"

"No," Poison Ivy gently raised her index finger and pressed it against her red lips, but she did not deny Copperpot's words, "I have control of Mudface."

Cobbot paused. He stood there with an uncertain expression, tightly holding the umbrella in his hand.

——Is Poison Ivy's plan feasible?he asked himself.

Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!Damn Poison Ivy!

He cursed frantically in his heart, his hand holding the umbrella handle tightened more and more, his chest heaved and fluctuated, finally, he raised his head, looked at Poison Ivy with a blank expression, and regained his usual easy-going appearance:

"I won't be on your side, I'll always be a friend of Hilda Walker—"

He pressed down the brim of his top hat to cover the madness in his eyes: "...but I can provide you with a little... small help in private, and accordingly, I want what I deserve in return."

"Oh, dear Oswald," Pamela said softly, curling the corners of her lips, "—you know, you are such a greedy man."

"Ah!"

"Hilda?" Bruce Wayne turned his head. He was holding two glasses of drinks, and handed one of them to Hilda who was sitting on the sofa. He asked with concern, "Are you having a cold?"

"Cold? Oh, no, no." Hilda shook her head, took the drink, and took a sip, "It's impossible, I don't catch a cold. I've always been very strong....I suspect someone will speak ill of me again."

"It sounds unbelievable." Bruce sat down beside her and smiled, "You are so perfect, who would have the heart to speak ill of you."

"Who knows?" She shrugged maliciously, "Maybe it's Batman."

The blue-eyed man sitting next to her paused: "...Why Batman?"

"For what reason," said Hilda, "you know he doesn't like me, and I don't like him."

"Baby," Bruce was silent for a few seconds, and put down the cup in his hand, "Actually... I think, maybe you have some misunderstandings about Batman."

"What misunderstanding?"

"He probably doesn't, doesn't like you."

Hilda gave Bruce a surprised look: "Huh?"

Bruce felt that it was so difficult to reveal the truth, he moved his lips, and finally smiled at Hilda: "... who would hate the perfect investor who sells big and doesn't meddle in the affairs of the alliance?"

She burst out laughing, and Bruce watched her with a smile.

—Excellent, Bruce.He evaluated himself indifferently in his heart, she must think you are a very humorous person now... Thank you for wasting the opportunity to confess again.

"Speaking of which," Hilda said, "is the watchtower of the Justice League still built?"

"Yes." Bruce replied.

"So," she held her face and looked at him, "Have you ever visited? That watchtower."

"Oh, I didn't." Bruce raised his vigilance subconsciously, and he considered it, "...after all, that sounds full of unstable factors. I'm not interested in outer space. I just like the feeling of being down-to-earth."——No , please, Hilda, don't say you want to go to the watchtower.

"...What?" Hilda seemed stunned by his words, "Don't you like outer space?"

"Yes, I think." He looked at her, not quite understanding what Hilda's attitude was at the moment—why she looked like she had taken a huge blow. "What's the matter, baby?"

"Oh, I..."

Hilda didn't know how to speak, what should she say?Actually, I'm planning to go on a shape honeymoon with you after we get married and conquer this nasty universe by the way?If you don't like space then I'll have to do it alone?

She pressed her forehead: "... After all, I am an alien. I was a little bit shocked when I heard you say that you don't like outer space."

"I just don't like the feeling of being out of control," Bruce explained, "There are so many unknown factors in outer space, and gravity and things like that, but of course you are different, honey, I swear I will Love the beautiful planet that brought you..."

"If, I mean if," Hilda probed, "I want to go on a space trip with you—"

Bruce froze for a moment.

Hilda observed his expression and shrugged a little discouragedly: "It seems that you don't like space travel."

Bruce: "No, of course not, I'd love to be with you, I'm just a little surprised, after all, space travel...you know, sounds a little too sci-fi....So you plan to take me to your home planet to see Is it? Speaking of which, I still don’t know the name of your home planet?”

"A home planet? No, I don't have a home planet. The planet I was born on exploded a long time ago," Hilda said. "As for the other... the planet I stayed on the longest, it's not a good place to travel. Location. I just want to take you to see the scenery I have seen before."

She stretched out her hand and caressed Bruce Wayne's face, and there was a gleam in her tea-colored eyes: "...I have seen many beautiful scenery, Bruce, I was alone at that time, but now I have you, I want to go with you to see those nebulae and storms."

Bruce stared at her: "...well, I'd love to, you don't know how much I want to know everything about you, Hilda."

Hilda gave him a very gentle smile.

The two were immersed in this tender atmosphere and exchanged a kiss.

"So, you have witnessed the beauties of many universes before," Bruce put his finger on Hilda's wrist, and said thoughtfully, "...What was your previous occupation? My dear."

Hilda froze.

Her stiffness is so obvious that Bruce feels it right away.

"I..." She paused for a long time before continuing, "I used to be a spaceship pilot, you know, the kind... that pilots a spaceship to carry cargo all over the universe—"

"Transportation?"

"Yes!" Hilda affirmed.

——Isn't the star thief business just about transporting some people's things to other people's hands?

Bruce didn't say whether he believed it or not, he looked at Hilda with a half-smile.

"My past is boring and not worth mentioning." Hilda said so, she took Bruce's hand backhand, and naturally intertwined her fingers with his palm, her eyes were sincere, "Until I met you, my dear, my dear." Life is wonderful now, and when I think back to the years before I met you, I am amazed at how I endured it."

"You can really talk, baby." Bruce bent down and leaned close to her ear, even his voice carried that kind of half-smile, "...do you think I believe it? You... super villain?"

Hilda's heartbeat slowed down a beat: "...What? I don't understand, are you going to play a game of heroes and villains with me, my dear—ah!"

Her earlobe was suddenly caught by Bruce, warm and wet.

He seemed dissatisfied with her pretentiousness, and wanted to punish her in this way: he ground her earlobe with his teeth.

The slower his movements were, the more unhurried and graceful his movements were, the more angry she was.

--Grass.

Hastily hastily!

Gotham baby?The young master of the Wayne family?

No, he is just hers, her property, hidden under her wings——

her lover.

Hilda pushed him hard onto the sofa. She sat on top of him, looked down at the man, and announced in a heavy tone:

"You're right, Mr. Wayne—"

She gave him a sullen, villainous smile as she ripped his clothes away.

"I'm indeed a super villain, so even if a superhero appears now, it won't be able to save you—"