After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Although the name Bruce Wayne is well-known, he never thought that he would hear his name from a devil-this doesn't sound like a good thing.

"Bruce Wayne?" Hilda repeated. "Is that your full name?"

"Yes." He nodded slightly at her, "My name is Bruce Wayne... I wanted to formally introduce myself later."

"It's a pity that this demon broke it." Hilda continued, a little upset.

"It was an accident," Aziraphale said hastily, trying to change the subject, "So... Crowley? You know Mr. Wayne?"

Crowley was noncommittal: "Who doesn't know Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression was not very good: "It's really creepy to hear this from the devil's mouth." He paused and made a joke, "I won't be because I was written on the devil's recipe Is it 'famous'?"

Crowley raised his eyebrows in surprise: "..."

Aziraphale took a breath: "..."

Hilda seemed to realize the answer: "..."

Bruce AKA Batman Wayne, also aware of the answer: …………

"Don't worry," the kind-hearted devil comforted him, "As we all know, the souls on the advanced recipes are very difficult to get."

"Don't worry," Hilda also began to comfort him, "the devil is nothing to fear, I will protect you."

"I'm just a little surprised," he said slowly, "so, what is the criteria for demons to choose human beings? I thought it was the purity of the soul, just like "Faust", but... I'm not sure I am somewhat self-aware, maybe I am not a bad person, but a pure soul...?" Hidden under Bruce Wayne's mask, Batman is quietly probing: whether hell or heaven can see some hidden secrets ?What do these characters who are supposed to be quietly staying in the fairy tale know about Bruce Wayne?

"A pure soul is just one criterion," Crowley put on the posture of a senior demon, and shook his fingers seriously, "just like the criterion for judging food is not limited to the freshness of the ingredients, wealth, Status, difficulty of being seduced, even appearance... Hell has its own set of perfect evaluation system. In short, if you unfortunately encounter a demon... I mean the kind of demon that has appetite," he looked at Hilda again , "Don't forget you also have an omnipotent wish... call my name anytime, ma'am. I'll be more than happy to save you... and your friends from other demons."

Aziraphale held his forehead and held back his demon friend: "Okay, Crowley, it's time for us to get out of here."

"—Maybe what you need is a bottle of love potion?" Crowley had a flash of inspiration, unwilling to give up trying to sell that wish, he glanced at Bruce Wayne unabashedly, "You know, the devil has Some unique dating skills, the instant kind."

Bruce tried to hide his embarrassment: "...I just gave you a hundred dollars."

"I will return it to you, Mr. Wayne." The demon retorted, "I am friendly and even restrained my appetite. There are not many demons with principles like me." The black wings slowly spread from behind him , At the same time, white wings also appeared behind Aziraphale - the passers-by turned a blind eye to all this, maybe this is some kind of magic at work.

"I don't need any love potion." Hilda crossed her arms, raised her chin, and said arrogantly, "If one day I encounter a wish that can only be realized with the help of a demon, I will call you , Crowley, isn't it?"

"That's right... I hope that day will come sooner." As he said this, he took off his sunglasses halfway in frustration and stared at Hilda, "The sooner the better."

A flash of light flashed, and the two non-humans instantly disappeared on the streets of Gotham.

"He seems to really care about this wish." Bruce said thoughtfully, turning his face to look at Hilda standing beside him. She looked the same as when we first met, with long black hair She was bundled up, revealing a smooth face, and her brown eyes, which were almost glass products, clearly reflected her emotions.Hilda's body is normally thin, and she looks like an ordinary high school girl: she will maintain a good figure through certain exercises and dieting, but her body muscles are still only on the "aesthetic level". ...Who would have thought that such a body would contain power that even Batman would be afraid of?

She laughed and looked at him: "Yeah, he must be very worried that I will let him do something difficult to accomplish."

"Would you?" he asked. "Not everyone has the opportunity to enslave the devil."

Hilda shook her head: "I don't think there is anything in this world that I can't solve by myself."

"Then, this sword of Damocles is destined to hang for a long time." Bruce Wayne said, he didn't realize he was smiling.

"You can't blame me." She shrugged her shoulders, then changed the subject, "—I haven't had time to ask you, are you here today to watch my performance?"

--of course not.

"Yeah," he said, looking into Hilda's eyes, with the attitude of a Gotham baby, "It just seems that I'm not lucky enough to be able to appreciate your performance."

"It's all the fault of those two guys. It's really not easy to make some money from the devil. This is a rare experience. Next time I will bypass the devil's customers." She puffed up her face and let go quickly, "... Thanks to them, I'm completely unmotivated to continue acting now. Maybe you'll want to take a walk around?" - what idiot would actually do street performance "work" while dating men?She secretly slandered, if there is a chance, of course she should drag the other party on a date!

The mobile phone has received multiple text messages urging the meeting. In fact, there are a bunch of Gotham tycoons who have unresolved business issues and blinked: "Of course, I will be very happy."

In a sense, this can be regarded as the first date of two people.

They certainly didn't really just walk around here.Mr. Wayne originally wanted to take the girl on a regular date at a theater-mall-restaurant according to the usual approach. Although the content is a bit monotonous and old-fashioned, this process is enough to kill time.It's a pity that this plan was rejected because of another suggestion made by Hilda before it was said: She took a fancy to the sports car driven by Bruce at a glance, and expressed her desire to visit the beauty of Gotham City without any concealment. desire.

"Because I love this city very much," she explained, "I always want to know it more deeply. But I usually walk or take the light rail, and the activity area is relatively limited, and I rarely have the opportunity to be free and comprehensive. explore the city. I would be very happy if I could explore the city by car."

Even Batman has to admit it's an irresistible reason.

"Maybe you want to go around the city for a week?" He opened the car door gentlemanly, with a charming smile, and motioned for Hilda to sit in the co-pilot, "I have to say, you can't find a more suitable tour guide in Gotham than Wayne gone."

He got on the supercar, put on his seat belt, started the engine, and skillfully led Hilda through the streets of Gotham, and introduced her to the city thoughtfully.As a typical island city, Gotham City relies entirely on three bridges to connect with the outside world. The main area of ​​the entire city is composed of three islands: Upper City Island, Middle City Island and Lower City Island. The place where Hilda lives It is the east side of Upper City Island, but the most important core area of ​​Gotham is in Lower City Island.

So they drove on the Aparo Highway around the island, let the humid sea breeze of the Atlantic pass through the flying hair and stretched arms, watched the steamships and seagulls dotted between the blue ocean and the sky, and looked far away, You can see the Wayne Tower in the middle of the city. It stands tall, like a lonely black giant, surrounded by Gothic buildings in the city. They also pass by the elegant and solemn St. Martin's Cathedral, hearing the solemnity of the wind. chanting, thinking that the two had met a real angel just now, they couldn't help but smile at each other, melting all the fun into the self-evident atmosphere.

Bruce Wayne's explanation slowly stopped, but the smiles did not disappear from the faces of the two of them. This was indeed a relaxed and happy date.At least for Hilda, everything seemed so good, she even got to know Bruce Wayne better, because the city and Wayne's relationship is so close that the history of the city can almost be said to be Half of the development history of the Wayne family——Bruce Wayne is right, the whole city can't find a better person to introduce Gotham than him.

When the sun was slowly setting and the lights were on, Bruce took Hilda to the Diamond District for dinner. This dinner seemed to be the most perfect stroke for today's Wayne family history: he stepped into the rich district Like a river flowing into the sea, it quickly melts into the gold-dusted Vanity Fair. Everyone here knows Wayne, no matter the well-dressed men or the pearly ladies.Suddenly he seemed to be a vortex in the sea of ​​people, and everyone was "forced" to flock to this famous Gotham rich man, like bees to flowers - if someone took this wonderful scene at this moment , some people will definitely think that this is a special dinner gathering celebrities.The only dissonance is Hilda in the center of the screen, wearing cheap jeans and a T-shirt, sneezing heavily from too much perfume.

Those eyes full of curiosity and hostility, whether open or dark, were all defeated in front of her, and she seemed to be stepping into the entrance of Wal-Mart supermarket calmly, even in the middle of the endless waves of social greetings. , yawned.So the gentleman Mr. Wayne had to take care of his female companion's feelings, declined the rest of the social interaction with a polite social smile, and quickly took her to a seat.

"Are you familiar with those people?" Hilda asked.

"Of course not." He shook his head, and the candlelight danced in his eyes, like sailing in the night sea, seeing the light of a lighthouse in the mist.

"Is that so?" Hilda was a little surprised, with one hand resting on the table, propping her cheek, "I heard a lot of people call you 'Bruce, Bruce', and I thought you knew each other."

Hearing this, he couldn't help showing a vague and ambiguous smile: "Sometimes, in some social occasions, intimate terms lose their original meaning."

"But if that's the case," she frowned slightly, her brown eyes fixed on him, as if she was talking about something extremely serious, "I called you 'Bruce', wouldn't it be because of this that I lost my original color? "

Bruce stopped what he was doing, raised his eyebrows and looked at Hilda: "...so?"

She immediately put down her right hand that was resting on her cheek, put her two hands together on the dining table, and approached him, showing no restraint at all, her eyes lighted up slightly: "Why don't I give you a nickname alone?"

"...Like blue eyes?" There was a faint smile on his face.

"Isn't it good?" she asked back, "What a cute name."

"That's not a nickname," Bruce Wayne said. The waiter happened to come over with red wine and bent down to pour it for the two of them. So he paused, nodded slightly at the waiter, and looked back at Hilda, "This It's a nickname." In fact, if he had to say it, it could be used as a nickname, and he didn't really care about such details-but somehow, Bruce couldn't help but deliberately tease each other on this issue.

Hilda sighed helplessly, so the smile on his face became more obvious.

"Maybe one day," Bruce casually raised his goblet, respecting this girl of unknown origin, but one day he will be thoroughly investigated, and smiled, "...I will break through my original ideas and accept Funny title. But before—”

The melodious violin sounded slowly in the quiet center of the restaurant. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, Gotham City kicked off its chaotic and charming nightlife prelude.

"—call me by my first name, just 'Bruce'."