After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

——Why did things come to this point?

Hilda couldn't help thinking.

Obviously today should be a very happy day anyway, she came to Wayne Manor, and it was Bruce who came back today, not Batman, the children didn't come to disturb... Everything was fine, they This happy day should be spent in the bedroom or study or wherever.

But why?

Why did Bruce insist on bringing up some topics that made her feel cold at such a critical moment?

She stared at Bruce stiffly, feeling her breath stop at this moment.

—and perhaps more importantly, how did Bruce know?

Obviously he is the person she wants to hide most on this earth.

Hilda's brain was running fast, and she immediately chose to play dumb: "...What do you mean? I don't quite understand, my dear."

"New territory, my dear." Bruce repeated slowly, making up his mind that he would never let it go lightly. He put one hand on her waist and rubbed it lightly, but it was a secret fixation that would not let her escape. Moving, he gave a fake gentlemanly smile, "I want to hear your heroic story about defeating Thanos."

—Even Thanos knew it!

"..." Hilda didn't know what to do for a while, she thought for a while, put her hand on his shoulder, and almost softened her voice, "Honey, we have to be in this situation Do you want to continue talking about this?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this situation."

"But," Hilda's eyes were pure and serious, "you're dead, baby."

Bruce: "..."

She thought for a while, and added: "It's my fault."

As soon as the words came out, she immediately felt the tense muscles under the suit.

Hilda still remembers the solid yet slightly sensitive body under the bat suit, which can almost be said to be the ultimate human body can achieve, so in Hilda's opinion, it is also delicious to the extreme. ...And now, under the suit that is so close to her, she can almost forget about the suit and directly "see" the body under the suit.

Thinking of this, the nervousness in her head was immediately replaced by most of the memories and waste. Her eyes moved down unconsciously from Bruce's face. It is catering to the desire for destruction hidden in human nature: I want to tear up all the neat clothes, and then...

Hilda felt her blood rushing and her body temperature rising, she immediately put her arms around Bruce together: "...let's solve the little problem with your body now, and we'll talk about the rest later—"

That's not what Bruce wants: "... Hilda!"

But his resistance was meaningless, Hilda completely ignored his objection, easily reversed the positions of the two, and then tried to pull him up in the face of Brucey's angry stare: "Let's go upstairs, If someone hits you here, I'm afraid you will be unhappy if you are thin-skinned."

Bruce: "You're fooling me again. Every time we see each other, we spend more time in bed than we actually talk, and sometimes you make me feel like you're just using me as a fluff|friend, just using me to satisfy your own desires .”

——This is really a cauldron that came out of nowhere.

"How can I? Who would be so kind to a gun|friend? A philanthropist?" Hilda cried out for herself. If I want to become the overlord of the universe, I am willing to lay down the entire universe for you... We haven't seen each other for so long, and now I just want to spend some happy time with you, not just for my own pleasure, is this small request too much?"

Bruce sneered: "Really? But we all know that you have no intention of taking responsibility for these happiness. You ruined the marriage, obviously you proposed to me in the first place."

"...Why did you get back to that topic again?" Hilda was about to be driven crazy. Haven't these things been turned over yet?She stared at Bruce at this moment, and suddenly missed the serious and reticent Batman very much: at least Batman would not say this kind of demanding responsibility, and he has no right to demand her responsibility-he is just a third party.

"Baby," she took a deep breath, and then boldly suggested, "Why don't you get angry yourself first, and replace Batman?"

Bruce Batman Wayne: "???"

He looked at the very whimsical Hilda in disbelief: "What is this? Are you trying to cheat in person now?"

"No," how could Hilda admit the crime, "don't worry, I'm not interested in Batman, I just use him as your stand-in. You have to believe that on the surface I'm kissing him, but in fact I'm kissing him." Really kiss you."

Bruce: "..."

He couldn't help grinding his teeth, held Hilda's hand behind his back, and walked out with a sullen face.

"Where are you going?" Hilda asked.

"bedroom!"

……

Bruce worked extra hard today, as if he wanted to get back all the unhappiness he got from Hilda.How many times she thought she was about to withdraw, but Bruce started the war again, dragged her back into the abyss, and kept pestering her.

From the soft and spacious bed to the slightly rough jacquard carpet, from the large dark wardrobe to the bright and clean bathtub, the tiled glass is cold, but the skin that is tightly attached is hot.

She was full of energy, but Bruce was just as good today.

... Hilda felt like she was almost dying on Bruce.She completely lost her rationality in the extreme happiness, but Bruce could always retain the calmness that was the bottom line.

This kind of calmness was all used by him to get stuck at the critical moment, forcibly pulling Hilda out of the chaos, and asked her to dance soberly with him.

"Marry?" He looked down at her, held down her repeated urging actions, and restrained himself with great restraint.

Hilda was so driven mad that all she could do was answer: "No! No! No! Let's get married right away, shall we?"

--correct answer.With that in mind, he finally didn't need to restrain himself.So she fell into chaos again as she wished, and when she woke up the next moment, it was he who was slowly dawdling, and asked another hoarse question and answer: "Is it really necessary to start a space war?"

Hilda looked at the foggy mirror in front of her with blurred vision, her voice was also a little hoarse and weak: "...Do you want me to die?"

"how come?"

"You did it on purpose." She was so annoyed that she was about to cry at his question and answer, so she accused unreasonably, "You kill me! Kill me quickly! Take my life as you like, don't Don't ask anymore!"

What answered her was the tightening of the waist and the kiss on the butterfly bone.

His voice was almost attached to her body, and the vibration of her vocal cords made her tremble slightly.

"...No." His voice was low but stubborn, but he swallowed the second half of the sentence at the same time - I couldn't bear it.

Hilda closed her eyes: "...you are here to beat me."

"Isn't that bad?"

She laughed: "Okay, why not?... Whatever you want is fine."

Her answer was an even more intense kiss.

"It's impossible for me to say that kind of thing." With a cigarette between her white fingers, Hilda sat on the bed with one leg bent, her expression slightly frozen, said, "Because I'm not the kind of person who makes me dizzy. "

Bruce struggled to suppress the laughter that almost spilled out of his throat: "...Really?"

"Of course!" Hilda reacted violently, "Brucey, don't you know me yet? Ask yourself, do you think the word "sensuality" is associated with me?! I'm that kind of person, because of beauty or something Things, people who are at the mercy of others?"

Bruce blinked, too lazy to answer this question, he grabbed Hilda's hand holding the cigarette, effortlessly removed the cigarette from her hand, threw it on the ground, and played with her fingers carelessly: "...don't Playing with cigarettes on the bed."—Although she didn't light it at all, she just took a cigarette to pretend.

Hilda: "Okay."

Both of them said together: "..."

Bruce stared at Hilda silently.

Hilda became furious: "This doesn't count! You are my fiancé, listening to what your fiancé says, can you be called seductive?"

Bruce laughed lowly: "Yeah, so now you are admitting the promise you made to me on the bed just now."

Hilda felt that she would always be stupid in front of Bruce: "...Damn."

She said stubbornly: "...how can you take the promise in that situation seriously?"

Bruce's face turned cold: "Oh, so you still don't plan to get married?"

Hilda asked cautiously: "...do you think it's okay not to get married?"

Bruce replied coldly: "...What do you say?"

Hilda muttered resentfully: "Well, if you can't, then you can't, I'm just asking."

"There's one more thing," he reminded, and Hilda caught at once what he was referring to from the look in his eyes.

"It was an accident," she began to explain, "In fact, I just went to see it casually. Even if I really wanted to conquer the universe, I wouldn't choose this moment. Really... If it wasn't because of bad luck that I ran into Thanos, and he chose to attack me first, I didn’t bother to fight him at all. So in fact, I didn’t expect to get a few planets by accident in the end, if you like, I’ll give them to you?”

"I don't like it," Bruce said, "I don't like these... wars, or aggression."

Hilda paused, she lowered her eyes and looked at Bruce.

He was still holding her hand, but his eyes were not as relaxed and cheerful as before, but were stained with a dull color.

Hilda: "...Have you ever thought that maybe I am this kind of person, the kind of person who is keen on war."

She moved her fingers slightly, and Bruce subconsciously tightened his hand, holding her hand firmly in his palm.

He shook his head: "No, you are not. Even if you are, people cannot be changed... We all know that this matter is irrelevant to you. "

Hilda: "No, honey, you don't know anything."

"..."

"If I choose that path," she asks, "are we on the opposite side?"

"……Yes."

"So, will you fall in love with your enemy?" Hilda stroked his face with a worried expression, "If we go to war, can I go back to Wayne Manor to sleep with you at night?"

Bruce: "..."