After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Get a kick in the door and get stuck in time.

Batman breathed a sigh of relief.

He was already suffering enough, and a certain irrepressible impulse almost dominated his mind from just now. If Hilda was allowed to continue, he suspected that his nerves would be broken directly, and he would no longer be able to maintain this moment The balance is precarious, and everything will spin out of control.

...But, even though he tried to ignore it again and again, another voice still swayed in his mind:

—… Even if it gets out of control, so what?

They were originally lovers, and it’s not that they didn’t have a relationship. Even Bruce Wayne played Batman many times, and he was as bad as her, and it’s not like he didn’t humiliate the Batman he played like this—only at that time, He didn't put on this bat suit.

So, he can pretend it's the same this time, can't he?It was that voice that seduced him so much.

...No, no.In the next moment, he has regrouped his almost slack will, at least this time it will definitely not work, he has a deep premonition that everything that happened today may become the key to determine the direction of their relationship in the future.

And he knew he would never accept the kind of twisted relationship Hilda wanted.

Batman's eyes only wavered for a second, and before Hilda noticed the clue, he was already staring at her as before, as if waiting for her answer.

—If you don't think Batman equals Bruce Wayne, what are you doing to Batman now?

Under such staring, Hilda's hand suddenly moved slightly, and he held his breath subconsciously, feeling her hand pull away instantly.

He didn't know whether he was more disappointed or more relaxed.

But the next moment, Hilda showed him her unpredictability again.

She did pull out her hand, but at the same time, she raised her knee. The armor on his body shattered silently the moment she moved, and she lifted her leg upwards on those hard shards.

Batman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at her in disbelief, feeling that if he hadn't struggled to maintain it, his expression would almost split like this.

The pain is mixed with some kind of impulse caused by shame, like a wild animal, jumping out of the cage.The dissatisfaction of being manipulated and suppressed has completely transformed into a gasp in the throat that was suppressed hard, and turned into a burning emptiness, a sense of suffocation from dopamine secretion.

Even though he gritted his teeth and refused, it happened in the end.

She dawdled slowly, and his breathing became uncontrollably rapid: "You..."

She stuck out her tongue, licked the corner of her lips, and then smiled at him: "What are you kidding, Batman... What am I doing to you?"

She tilted her head, pretended to think for a while, and then said viciously: "...Of course, I am torturing you." Following these words, her actions became rude and vicious.

"..." He suppressed the voice that almost escaped his throat again.

"I'm so pitiful," she said, seeming to be impatient with the need to raise her legs, so she simply changed to a more flexible hand, and she stared at the small half of his face without blinking, "...even though I Such a humble prayer, but you are unmoved in the slightest—what can I do? Batman? You teach me, what else can I do to make you give me back the person I love?...I just If you can be tougher and rougher, I can only let you feel my determination and force you to agree to my plea."

"...it's all your fault, Batman."

Batman closed his eyes.

His vision fell into darkness, but at the same time, he found that his sense of touch had become extremely sensitive, so sensitive that it was almost unbearable.So he had to open his eyes again angrily, looking at the culprit in front of him.

"You," Batman paused, and took a sharp breath, "what on earth do you want?!"

"Are you still pretending to be stupid?" Hilda asked back, "What I want, I have repeated countless times, you can't be more clear, aren't you?"

He gritted his teeth, and his originally firm thoughts were now heightened by a certain desire to resist, which prompted him to temporarily lose his mind, staring at her every word: "No, yes, can. You clearly know...you clearly know that he It's just a mask."

"But now I just fell in love with this mask." She leaned close to him and pressed against his drooping forehead, her eyes were like arrows, as if she wanted to pierce everything, "I just love him, is this my fault!" The last sentence almost growled, and Batman froze slightly.

He moved his lips, trying his best to ignore the waves of heat coming from his body, while trying to say: "...It's my fault."

He admitted it almost embarrassingly.

Hilda never thought that she would hear such a sentence from Batman.

She looked at the superhero who was close at hand in a daze, her hand movements were slightly paused, and she didn't even know what to say.

—is it his fault?Of course, there may be some.But is it all his fault?It doesn't seem to be.She was too confused, everything was too confused...

After a long while, she said softly: "...No, you don't need...I don't know, I can't accept it, I'm just very angry...I'm angry that you treat him as an irrelevant mask...But I never think he is just a A mask. How can you despise him so much? No one can treat him like this..."

Batman looked at her, his expression seemed to be moved: "I..."

She closed her eyes: "...forget it."

She let go of her hand and took a step back. She didn't care about the embarrassed Batman at the moment, and she didn't care about someone's feelings after he suddenly stopped. She seemed extremely depressed and just wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

Batman moved forward subconsciously, trying to keep her, but damn it, his limbs were stuck there, unable to make any meaningful movements at all, he could only barely lean forward, and then he was unable to move forward. back.

He stared at Hilda's back, and said in a deep voice, "...What? You just gave up? It seems that Bruce Wayne is not that important to you."

Hilda turned her head suddenly and stared at him.

He just looked at her calmly and didn't speak.

He knew her too well, and she couldn't bear this aggressive method at all.

as predicted--

Furious, she came back again, pressing down his head with one hand unceremoniously, forcing him to look down at her, at the same time, raised her index finger with the other hand, and landed on his somewhat pale lips, and immediately Heavy crushing, almost teasing: "...Batman, have you forgotten your current situation? Are you... just unable to say a good word?"

He opened his mouth, sighed softly, and bit her fingertips without hesitation the next moment.

Hilda froze.

She widened her eyes, felt the wetness of her fingertips, and his teeth gritted her index finger in dissatisfaction. will do.

However, at this moment, he was clearly dressed as Batman, as if aware of her stiffness and slowness at the moment, he raised his eyes and gave her a rather gloomy look.

Hilda felt dry all over.

"Grass." She couldn't help cursing.

Batman's disapproving gaze immediately swept over.

Hilda tried to stare at him.

...So he lowered his eyes, his expression was gloomy, and she could feel the tip of his tongue touching her finger, pushing it out like a push, slowly intending to spit out her finger.

—Damn, damn, damn!

She forcefully and effortlessly pried open his jaw again, and her breath chased his tongue a little rapidly, which made him stare at her a few times.

Hilda's ears turned red.

"...what do you mean?" she asked. "You agreed?"

She couldn't help asking, her eyes followed his face closely, and she even wanted to raise her hand to take off the mask on his face, so as to better observe his expression.

"Let go of me." He avoided her eyes and said vaguely.

Hilda laughed, her expression couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy. She hated this vague answer, but she couldn't refuse him in front of her.So her hands gradually moved back along Batman's shoulders, hooked his neck, and surrounded him with strength, and then she faced Batman and kissed him.

"No..." She also replied vaguely, "That's it."

His limbs can't move, and the only lips that can move need to chase someone who is deliberately indifferent, so all the center of gravity, all will, and all the sense of touch fall between the lips of the two, kissing passionately, and it is like a suspension bridge General kiss.Batman felt like he had become a beast that acted on its own instincts, relying only on its lips and teeth to confirm and control its prey.

This desire for control, which was restricted to the extreme, turned into a burning flame. Even if there was a cliff symbolizing death in front of them, the two of them would jump off without hesitation at this moment.

He was still hung high in the attitude of the judge, firmly crucified on the cross, struggling, and she was like a vine climbing, as if to hang him on the stake that symbolized the judgment.

This is a close fight, and no one knows who the winner will be until the last moment.

They're all crazy--

In the burning tide, no one can escape.

In the scorching sweat, hot breath, forbearing voice, tense fingertips, tears in the corners of their eyes and entangled kisses, they burned completely.

……

Batman felt like his throat had been smoky from the fire for days.

He suspects that even if he took off the voice changer now, Bruce Wayne's voice would become exactly like Batman's.

Not only because of the frequent use of the vocal cords, but also because of excessive drying.

—…he hadn’t had a drop of water since that night in Batman’s armor.

He watched Hilda, wondering how he should ask for water.

He watched her take a slight step back, bent down and pulled out the black Batman cape from his back, the creamy skin almost glowing in the light - he couldn't help recalling its mesmerizing touch, Batman's Adam's apple rolled slightly , and Hilda had already stood up, and covered her body with the cloak that belonged to him indifferently, so her body was shrouded in black, with only a little white fingertips exposed.

"I'm going to change clothes." She said so, her voice also a little hoarse.

Batman paused: "...you just let me stay here like this?"

At this moment, he is too embarrassed. He has been Batman for so long, and he has never reached such a state of 90% battle damage.Truth be told, it's a genuine shame for Batman to be hung here in this stance.

Hilda raised her eyebrows, looked him up and down unabashedly, and whistled: "I'll be back soon."

——He suspected that she did it on purpose.

Maybe the accusation in Batman's eyes was too obvious, she was already satisfied, and naturally she didn't mind showing a softer attitude at this moment, so she shrugged: "...Okay, okay."

Hilda picked up her original clothes from the ground, then untied Batman's cape, threw it on the table aside, and slowly changed her clothes in front of him.

Batman stared at her expressionlessly: ...Although, what he needs now is his clothes.

Hilda turned her head: "Don't look at me like that, superhero...let me guess what you want now..."

She pretended to think, and he didn't expect her answer at all.

"...water, isn't it?" Hilda asked.

Batman pauses: Water is exactly what he needs.

"Looks like I guessed right." She said lazily, "For your skill, Batman, I'll get you water now..."

Before her words fell, the two of them heard a crisp "click" at the same time.

That was the sound of the door lock being opened.

——There is someone outside the door!

Batman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Hilda suddenly.

And Hilda was one step ahead of him. She grabbed Batman's black cape and threw it at Batman before the door opened.

The cloak seemed to have a consciousness of its own, or in other words, under Hilda's manipulation, the cloak properly covered his embarrassed figure in a posture that violated common sense of physics.

—so she just won't untie him, right?he thought blankly.

Almost immediately, the door was pushed open.

Standing there, a little boy dressed in convenient sportswear and holding a crossbow in his hand glanced at the entire laboratory without hesitation and full of curiosity.

"Damian!" Hilda's face was a little ugly, she walked over, trying to block the boy's sight, "I told you not to break in without permission."

"But, mother," he locked his eyes on Batman, and even took a step forward, "you've been here for a long time, I thought something happened to you."

But when he said the word "mother", Batman couldn't help but catch his breath. He stared at Damian's face that looked so familiar, and realized that he had seen it from old photos at home countless times. I've seen an almost identical face on the Internet: Bruce Wayne's childhood face.

...It's just that the child's expression is more rebellious.

He just seemed like the kind of kid who would give parents a headache.

"What can I do?" Hilda said, "Okay, now go and do your own thing, Damian, have you finished your training and study today?"

"Of course." As he replied, he glanced at Batman, and his tone was a little arrogant, "I've already done it, so it won't bother me."

"Well, I mean, it's good," Hilda perfunctorily pressed his shoulders and tried to turn him away. "Now you can rest, honey, go outside and play for a while."

Damian puffed his cheeks in obvious displeasure. He followed Hilda's strength and took a few steps forward. When he approached the gate, he turned his head and said seriously to her: "...I can help you, mother."

She was a little inexplicable, "What can I do for you?"

Damian raised his chin to signal Batman: "Aren't you doing an experiment?"

"..." Hilda paused, she didn't know how to tell a child who was only seven years old (according to his natural age, he was even less than a month old), the laboratory is not necessarily a place for experiments.

How would he explain it if he followed up with the question, "If you're not doing an experiment, what are you doing?"

"I don't need your help," Hilda said, "I'm not doing an experiment either. Alright Damian, put away your excessive curiosity, you can leave now."

"So," Damian looked at Batman thoughtfully, and said suddenly, "Mother, is he my father?"

The atmosphere froze.

The two men present, one big and one small, stared at Hilda.

Hilda's face was expressionless, her hands tightened slightly.

She raised her head, glanced at Batman who was staring at her, and slowly curled the corners of her lips.

An ominous premonition arose in Batman's heart.

"...Of course not, why do you think so?" She smirked and said to Damian, "He is Batman, just your father's substitute."