After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Occasionally, Hilda thinks Damian is a very difficult brat.

Most of the time, he is more obedient, such as arranging him to train or learn some knowledge that has not been instilled in him through the machine in advance... He will even very actively ask for additional training, obviously has a lot of enthusiasm for fighting and knowledge .

This may be because that machine was originally used to make soldiers, and when Hilda used it to make Damian, what the machine was trying to make was still an "eighthound with blue eyes and black hair and a lot of knowledge." Aged" special soldiers.

All in all, for the most part, he's been pretty good and has a strong obedience to Hilda, but, in a few places, where she clearly doesn't want him to know and where he's unexpectedly interested, Damian It will show a very stubborn and persistent non-cooperative attitude.

For example, about his father.

When Damian woke up for the first time in less than five hours, he asked the sentence that was almost thunderous at the time: "Mother, where is my father? Isn't he here?"

——This should have been a very good question.

If it had been Hilda who didn't know Bruce Wayne's secret identity, she might have been very happy to tell Damian all about Bruce Wayne, but, very unfortunately, Hilda at that time was completely in the A state of rage and confusion.

At that time, she stared at Damian for a while without speaking, and the figures of Bruce Wayne and Batman intertwined back and forth in her mind. For a moment, she didn't know which one Damian was asking, and which one she should describe in her answer. one.

Damian must have sensed her resistance to answering.

Because the curiosity on his face was a little heavier, he even stood up straight, his eyes were bright and he stared at Hilda closely, as if he wanted to guess a little bit from her expression.

"..." She really didn't want to slander Bruce with this Bruce-like face, so in the end she just gave an ambiguous answer, "He is a nearly perfect man."

This is of course true.In Hilda's mind, Bruce Wayne is a near-perfect lover, whether it's appearance, character or... tacit understanding with her, they are all perfect, except for one thing, his damn secret identity , and the possibility before Hilda's eyes as that secret identity was revealed: ...everything she loved so much before may be fake.

But obviously, Damian's understanding of the adjective "almost perfect" is very different from Hilda's.

This seven-year-old boy worships the strong, and in his opinion, only the strong can be said to be perfect—therefore, the so-called "nearly perfect" father is undoubtedly an absolute strong, but since he is almost perfect , then this father must also have a small flaw in the mother's heart.

Damian instantly got the answer: Father is not as powerful as mother.

...But, no matter what, his father was a strong man after all.And that little flaw was nothing, because Damian himself couldn't beat his mother.

He was eager to try and wanted to compete with his father.

So Damian immediately asked: "Where is he? Didn't you leave him in the Old Palace?"

He took it for granted that the strong have absolute control over the defeated.

At this moment, Hilda didn't realize that this question was wrong: Damian's way of thinking belonged to the era of the old gods, and she came from that era, with the same imprint of thinking.

She's just a little impatient with Damian's question, because it reminds her of the awkward situation she had with Bruce at the moment.

So she replied casually: "No, he has his own territory."

Damian's eyes lit up a little.

Neither was aware that they were having a completely parallel conversation.

And it was this conversation that started Damian's long obsession with "father" that caused Hilda a headache.

Undoubtedly, if you don't count the "men" of the old army of gods, Batman is the first male elder that Damian has encountered in his life... Although at this moment he does not seem to be in line with Damian's vision of being strong. The image construction of the author.

So Damian was actually relieved when Hilda dismissed his question and told him that Batman was his "father stand-in."

"That's good," he said with a critical look at Batman, "he looks too weak...and a little short."

Hilda resisted the urge to look at Batman's expression - anyway, she couldn't see the change in his expression with the mask on.

To be honest, Batman is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and he may never have thought that he would be judged as "short" by his son one day in his life.

Hilda suspects that Damian's father is a two-meter giant.

"Really?" She cleared her throat, she was happy to watch jokes at the moment, but she was not in a hurry to fool her son out—anyway, his son knew nothing about a certain field, and it was so pure and outrageous that it was unlikely that he would Find out what's going on now.

Damian keenly sensed the change in Hilda's attitude. He stood still and said proudly, "Of course, my father must be taller than him."

—No, it won't, Damian.Hilda really wanted to say that, but she held back and just coughed with a smile.

Batman listened expressionlessly to the conversation between the mother and son, and the boy who "suspected" to be his own son expressed his inexplicable longing for and dislike for his father for unknown reasons, and felt inexplicably pulled down.

... On this issue, this child is really in the same line as his mother.

"And my father won't be so weak," Damian thought for a while, and continued, "He is a strong man with his own territory, and I have inherited your strong genes, so in the future, I will also rely on myself The strength to inherit your and father's territory—”

Just when I found out that I have a son, I learned that my "territory" will be arranged for Batman to be inherited by him in the future: "..."

"Ambition!" Hilda happily patted Damian on the shoulder, although she didn't know why Damian had such an impression of her father, but this did not prevent her from agreeing with his goal, " I believe you will make a good heir, Damian."

A smile appeared on the boy's face, but it disappeared soon after.He always tries to be mature: "Right now I can't beat you... I have to train more, I can still train."

"Actually, you can take a break." She suggested intimately, "Training is really boring."

Damian glanced at Hilda disapprovingly, and turned around to reject her suggestion.

At this moment, his attention has been refocused on the bold words he just made and the immediate efforts to realize them. Now that he knows that the man hung up there is not his father, he immediately loses confidence in him. All interest in Batman.

Damian took two steps outside, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and couldn't help emphasizing to Hilda: "...By the way, mother, I know that you are stronger than father, but I hope At least, at least you can respect my father's dignity as a strong man—"

She looked at him suspiciously.

Damian glanced at Batman dissatisfied, folded his arms and finished the second half of the sentence: "...Next time you look for a substitute, you should at least find someone who is at the same level as my father."

Hilda: "..."

Batman: "..."

After Damian finished speaking, he turned around and left. There were only two adults left, speechless for a while.

Hilda turned her head, and her eyes fell on Batman. Looking at a certain man who was full of depression, she laughed out loud, and then burst out laughing.

The louder she laughed, the darker Batman's face turned.

Until he finally couldn't stand it anymore: "...don't laugh, what's the matter with him?"

"What's the matter?" Hilda asked.

He stared at her: "...Damian, he is my child."

"No," Hilda said nonchalantly, shaking her finger at him, "he's my child and Bruce Wayne's."

"I'm Bruce Wayne!" he growled unbearably.

"But you didn't promise me." She still didn't mind his silence before - although they had done everything they should, he just didn't make any clear promises, and she didn't like guessing riddles.

Batman gritted his teeth: "..."

"...Your and Bruce Wayne's child." He repeated it blankly, as if accepting the statement, his eyes fell on Hilda's stomach, "When did it happen? The day you disappeared period of time?"

—God, that's only a short week!But he couldn't deny the possibility: Hilda is an alien, who knows how long the alien's reproductive cycle is, maybe it only takes a week.But this child has grown so big in a week?My God, is this a special birth situation for aliens?That's outrageous - or is it Hilda's race, born to grow up quickly?

Hilda didn't notice the meaning of his eyes, and she didn't think there was anything to hide from him: "No, it has been there for a long time, it was only a few days ago that Damian was really born."

Batman took a breath: Already?How early does this "early" refer to?Was it when he was going to propose to her?Or earlier?It's been a long time ago, and she's still pulling him around?He had no idea—nor had Hilda shown any signs of it during that time.

"Then you—" He paused, realizing again that Hilda was an alien and probably shouldn't be applying common sense to her situation on Earth.

... Although he accepted this fact calmly on the surface, he was still shocked in fact, and even lost his usual basic rational judgment for a while.

"What?" Hilda wondered.

"It's nothing." He replied, staring at her and said, "...Now, you can let me go."

Her smile faded at this moment.

Before he said that, she looked completely back to normal, still the same Hilda who could joke and tease and run on Batman, but after he said that, she was back again That abnormal look.

"What good thing are you thinking about," she said softly, "You haven't made any promises to return Bruce to me, and you want me to let you go with nothing?"

Batman never imagined that Hilda would pull up her pants and turn her face and deny anyone.

He stared at her with a dark face for a long time: "...so you think we just..."

"Didn't you take the initiative to seduce me just now?" She interrupted him, and even turned her head to sneer.

——Don’t you like to play secret identities and pretend to be two people in front of me?Aren't you refusing to make any promises?Then I'll break the jar, hold your head down, and let you continue the play until you bow your head.

She squinted at Batman: "...Batman, figure out your own identity—you are just a substitute for Bruce."