After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda had no idea what was about to happen.She was just watching Bruce's trajectory—great, he has been staying at the Wayne Group—while leisurely escorting the Penguin all the way to the Diamond District Commercial Center. Greeted Hilda and Cobbot with a smile. If the Penguin hadn't stopped in time, he seemed to be planning to hold a small welcome ceremony for them.

——Oh, it’s really not necessary.

Seeing this man tremblingly wiping his sweat frequently, Hilda always felt an inexplicable sense of guilt that she was threatening him.

"I can go shopping by myself, I don't want to be accompanied by so many people," she turned to Cobblepot and said, "Help me keep it a secret, I don't want Bruce to know my itinerary today."

"Of course." Penguin smiled, "I promise everything will be as you hoped."

Everything happened exactly as she had hoped, with an almost inconceivable swiftness.

She bought a lot of clothes from the children's section, and made sure that the child could wear them from the age of 7 to the age of [-]. Of course, the clothes were not very good to take home directly, so she had them all sent to Copperpot for a gift, The apartment she used to live in.

What to do now?Go back quietly?

She was hesitating, but the phone rang without giving her any chance to think.

"Hey?"

"Miss Hilda," Alfred's voice still sounded elegant over the phone, "I think maybe you plan to come back for lunch?"

Hilda: ? ! ? !

Her pupils trembled, and she was completely stuck for a moment: "What? No...I...you...why?"

"You want to ask me why I know you're not in Wayne Manor?" the old butler asked intimately.

"Yes, it is."

"Maybe next time you jump from the second floor, you can pay attention to picking up the grass that is overwhelmed," the old housekeeper suggested, "because it's really obvious."

Hilda: "..."

"The automatic reply design in the master's room is not bad, but...unfortunately, my hearing is a little sharp, and the sound from the mechanical device is not the same as the sound from the human body after all."

Hilda:! !

She finally understood why Jason thought Alfred was the number one person in the entire Wayne family who should not be messed with.

He is.

"I was wrong." She immediately admitted, "When did you find out, Alfred?"

"Probably not long after you left—" the butler replied, "I thought it was some new fashion, and it might as well be something like 'never go through the front door' or 'challenge to deceive the family'. So, you plan to come back at noon today Do you want to eat?"

"No, no need." Hilda rubbed her nose guiltily, "Don't you ask me what I'm doing today?"

"I have always respected young people's freedom of movement, miss." Alfred put a smile on his face, "If you don't want me to ask, then I will never try to pry into the secrets of your actions. I believe , what you're hiding will be an interesting surprise, won't it?"

"Yes!" Hilda was a little happy, "Of course it's a surprise. You are really the smartest person in the world, Alfred, please keep it secret for me, I don't want Bruce to guess anything in advance."

"Okay, Miss Hilda." Alfred's tone was also full of joy. Of course he had a guess, which is logical and related to the happiness of Master Bruce's life, "Thank you for your compliment, but in my opinion , Master Bruce is the smartest person in the world. I wish you a happy day, and I look forward to the day when the surprise is revealed."

They ended the call.

Hilda was in a good mood, so she just continued shopping in the mall for a long time, bought some new clothes, changed her outfit, put on sunglasses and a mask, walked out from the back door of the mall in a low-key way, decided to hang out for a while, eat something casually, and then Go to the apartment.

Behind the glamorous business district is a new world of mixed fish and dragons. Muscular tattooed men are making tacos with a cigarette in their mouths. The elderly man squints his eyes and walks through the stalls selling various groceries. A puddle of sewage is casually splashed on the road. Beside, a few unscrupulous teenagers wearing roller skates laughed and walked past.

Hilda bought a burrito, looked around while eating, and looked like a foreign tourist who had never seen the world, so it was no surprise that she got a few pestering beggars, one was a habitual thief, and the other showed her love. Robber With Knife.

After putting the last robber in the trash can, Hilda swallowed the last bite of the taco, feeling that she had finally regained that familiar and familiar feeling.

Ah, Gotham, as long as you dare to bypass the superficial prosperity, you will definitely get a little surprise hidden in the corner.

She walked aimlessly through those dusty alleys, and when she came out again, she had already reached Beggar Street.

Hilda looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar street in amazement, and suddenly realized that it was on this ordinary street that she gained her career and love.

As Hilda's first career on earth, begging not only brought her her first pot of gold, but also brought her Bruce Wayne, whom she fell in love with at first sight.

Hilda sighed, but also felt nostalgic. Looking at the beggars standing by the street, she seemed to see herself who had worked hard (x) in the past.

"...This scene makes people can't help but think of the past, doesn't it?"

A familiar male voice came from not far away. Hilda paused, turned her head to look at the sound, and saw Bruce Wayne's handsome face as expected.

——Meeting your lover in the place where you fell in love at first sight for the first time is really a romantic and incredible coincidence.

He was wearing the suit shirt he wore when he left that morning, and a black overcoat with the collar turned up slightly, which matched the leaden sky of Gotham.

"...Bruce?" Hilda looked at him, a little uncertain.

He walked towards Hilda slowly: "Oh, dear, you don't know how surprised I was when I caught a glimpse of you just now, I almost thought I recognized the wrong person - shouldn't you be in Wayne Manor? When did it come out?"

"Morning..." Hilda touched her nose and added guiltily, "I'm here for shopping, and it feels like I haven't bought clothes for a long time."

"And then wandered to Beggar Street?" Bruce smiled half-smile.

"Reminiscing about the past," Hilda turned her head, stared over there, and asked casually, "Do you remember that this is where we first met?"

"Of course I remember." Bruce also looked over there, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I remember someone fell in love with me at first sight and asked me to date you."

"Then you rejected me decisively."

"Oh, I'm not just a casual person after all."

Hilda laughed: "I was very serious at the time, you don't know how cruel your rejection is, it hurt the heart of your sincere admirer."

"Well...it's indeed my fault," he thought for a while, then sighed helplessly, "I owe you a date, dear Hilda, if I say I want to make it up now, is it still too late? ?”

Hilda raised her eyebrows, she stared at Bruce, carefully observed this extremely familiar face, thinking that she might never get tired of seeing this face that was almost sniping towards her.

Bruce avoided her eyes slightly, and half-jokingly said, "...Am I going to be rejected, ma'am?"

"Of course not, you are Bruce Wayne," Hilda replied, "How could I refuse Bruce Wayne?"

The two had a rare tacit understanding and chose to walk. They walked along Beggar Street all the way, passed through the old town of the city, and occasionally walked into one or two time-honored shops for a walk. Bruce was very familiar with every street and every road sign. He knows the history of the story very well, and when he narrates, even the passers-by standing beside him couldn't help but stop and listen.

Hilda looked at him in admiration: "Seriously, Bruce, if one day the Wayne family goes bankrupt, you can be a tour guide."

"It's a pity that Gotham's tourism industry is not doing well." Bruce shrugged.

Hilda laughed. It seemed that they hadn't walked or dated together like this for a long time. Most of the time, they always stayed in the room, sometimes the living room, sometimes the bedroom, and they got tired of being together endlessly.

"Bruce," Hilda said, "we should really go out on more dates."

"Who said it wasn't?" Bruce replied softly. "Although this city has many faults, I still love it, and I hope you, like me, know it and love it."

Hilda smiled and pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear, but said nothing.

"Oh, look there," Bruce raised his hand and said with some surprise, "Is that the blood donation car of the Red Cross?"

"It seems so." Hilda glanced at him, and walked over with him, "It's rare to see a blood donation car in Gotham."

Bruce: "Indeed. It's the first time I've seen it too."

He glanced at Hilda, hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Hilda asked.

He hesitated: "I think, maybe I should donate blood once, which can be regarded as my small contribution to this city... What do you think, Hilda?"

"You're such a kind person, Bruce."

Bruce: "I just hope our date can have an unusual ending, so that you can remember it, do you want to come with me?"

Hilda watched him with a smile.

"Of course," Bruce explained, "it's just a sudden idea, you can completely refuse..."

"Okay," she nodded with a smile, her eyes didn't leave his face, she just reached out and stroked Bruce's face, "Of course it's no problem."

On the blood donation vehicle, a nurse wearing a mask gently drew Bruce's blood: "Thank you for your support, sir. Every one of our patients will thank you for your selfless donation."

"You're welcome." Bruce replied, putting down his sleeves, "It's nothing."

He and the nurse looked at Hilda at the same time.

Hilda rolled up her cuffs with a half-smile. Seeing that the small piece of alcohol cotton was about to touch her arm, she said casually, "So, this is the purpose of making such a big circle? I blood?"

Bruce paused: "What?"

"I said, that's what you want?" Hilda looked at him. "My blood? God, I don't know what it's going to do to you—"

Bruce frowned: "Hilda? I don't know what you're talking about."

The needle was about to pierce Hilda, but the next second, the hand was pulled away, the table in front of her was completely overturned, and the test tube containing the blood was broken into pieces. The nurse was shocked and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Red hair slipped from the nurse's cap.

Bruce looked at Hilda sharply: "Honey, if you don't like this arrangement, you can tell me from the beginning—"

"boom--"

The car door was kicked open, perhaps because the kick was too heavy, Hilda felt the whole blood donation car shake.The dark knight in armor stood at the door, attracting all eyes.

He first glanced at "Bruce Wayne" who was sitting there, and then looked at Hilda, who was standing aside with one sleeve rolled up high, and said in a cold voice, "He's not Bruce Wayne."

Hilda always felt that there was a half-sentence behind this sentence: ——you can't even see that?

His voice was cold - of course, he had felt the anger from the moment he knew that Mudface wrapped Hilda's face around Bruce Wayne's, and now the anger was only burning to the extreme.

"What are you talking about!" Even though he was very disturbed, "Bruce Wayne" still said coldly, "This is really the funniest joke I've heard this year. If I'm not Bruce Wayne, then who is Bruce? Wayne? Is that you? Mister Batman?"