After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce felt like he was wasting his feelings.

...Everyone, including himself, thought he was Hilda who was restrained by emotion, but it turned out that this guy just wanted to fuck him.

He took Hilda's hand off his face expressionlessly: "Impossible, Wayne Manor does not welcome enemies."

"I could be Batman's enemy," Hilda said, "and Bruce's lover."

"Bruce has no shortage of lovers," he smirked, and before Hilda could frown, he added, "Only one Mrs. Wayne is missing."

Hilda: "...well, forget it then."

She rolled over, her back to Bruce, out of sight, out of mind.

Bruce: "..."

He stared at Hilda's back in disbelief, wondering if it was true that he was too easy for her to put on such an attitude before she was married.

"I'm not saying don't get married," Hilda preemptively explained, "I just need a little time to build my mind."

"I don't understand what's good for psychological construction." Bruce sneered, and put his hand on Hilda's shoulder, "Are you empathizing?"

"No such thing." She felt a little distressed, "Don't think about it, okay?"

——It was because he knew it was not that he would ask this question.

"I don't understand what you're worrying about."

"I don't understand why you're in such a hurry all of a sudden," said Hilda. "Marriage is just a formality, and you know it means nothing, especially to you and me—"

"Since it's just a form," Bruce said, "Why are you unwilling to agree? Don't you even want to give me the form?"

Hilda opened her mouth: "I don't know, I just feel..."

She paused for a long time: "...You don't seem to really want to marry me, but because of other ideas, or just because I refuse to get married instead of confronting me."

Bruce couldn't say a word of denial for a moment.

Silence permeated between the two.

"Perhaps, what you said is right." After a while, he said in a low voice, "I just... want a stronger connection between us." Marriage is just bondage, or a chain, and if there are other forms, he will Will gladly accept it - but in any case, he wants Hilda to be firmly bound to him, he needs to be able to touch her, to control her.

Isn't this love?No, he would never have resorted to it without love.But no one can admit that this is pure and [-]% love.

...Bruce Wayne is not pure enough, so how can he demand that his feelings be equally pure.

He never dissects himself in front of others, but fortunately Hilda has always been able to find the real answer by intuition.

"You love me." She looked at Bruce with understanding in her eyes, "More than you can imagine."

Bruce subconsciously avoided Hilda's sight.

Before he could think about what to say, there was a knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There is no doubt that this must be Alfred outside.

"Master." Sure enough, Alfred's raised voice sounded from outside the door, "Dinner is almost ready—maybe your conversation with Miss Hilda is over?"

Hilda immediately rolled over and exchanged glances with Bruce.

"—we'll be out soon," he answered.

Hilda had jumped out of bed and started rummaging through her clothes.

Bruce was very calm: "Don't worry, it's not like Ah Fu really doesn't know anything."

Hilda: "I'm not in a hurry—but who's going to clean up the battlefield? Brucey, tell me you're not going to let Mr. Pennyworth, an elderly but well-mannered English gentleman, clean up for us..." Her Pointing to the messy bedroom, especially the key points, "Is it all?"

Bruce Wayne's expression was slightly blank for a second.

Yes, they played too much this time.Never was it so overdone, so exaggerated.

Although I was really happy when I was happy, even so happy that I didn't think about the follow-up problems at all, but now I really have nothing to do in the face of the endgame.

The thought of the gray-haired old housekeeper not only having to watch this scene but also helping the shameless young people clean up the entire room, Bruce was already starting to suffocate.

Hilda put on her dress: "...maybe you'll do some basic cleaning?"

Bruce: "No, I won't." And even if he did, it wouldn't help, because if he ends up walking to the laundry room with a load of stuff that needs to be cleaned, it's as bad as having Alfred see it directly What's the difference in your bedroom?

His expression was as solemn as the dark knight's cloak, and he was silent for a while before he said: "...If, we accidentally set fire to the bedroom..."

"You might as well make an excuse and say that Penguin dropped a bomb on your bedroom with precision." Hilda complained.

Bruce: "That's not entirely impossible."

Hilda: "No, I don't think it's really possible. The Penguin isn't in such a hurry to find death yet."

Bruce had to press his forehead.

She had already dressed, and sat on the corner of the bed and glanced at Bruce: "...maybe, I can transfer all of this to...my territory."

He looked at Hilda with a twinkle in his eyes.

"But then everything here would disappear," she added.

"That's not a problem," the unmarried couple quickly formed a conspiracy, Bruce coughed and looked serious, "...I will tell Ah Fu that I want to change the decoration style of my bedroom."

Hilda thought for a while: "At my suggestion.".

"That's right," Bruce nodded slightly, "After all, we are getting married, and I must fully refer to the opinions of the hostess."

Hilda: "...???"

She really didn't expect that Bruce would not forget to trick her here.

Bruce raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for her answer.

"...Yes." She finally said, "But you will be responsible for cleaning up everything in the room later."

"Oh honey," Bruce said with a sweet smile, "as long as you promise to marry me, it's fine."

The two quickly reached a consensus.

Half an hour later, Alfred, who came to knock on the door to remind them to go downstairs for dinner, saw the empty bedroom unexpectedly the moment Bruce opened the door.

"...Master," he blinked his eyes slowly, he really didn't understand what the young people were thinking, so he looked at Bruce for a while before he said, "May I ask, your Has the bedroom been ransacked by someone?"

Bruce said nonchalantly: "Hilda and I decided to change the decoration style of the bedroom."

Hilda squeezed out from his side, affirming: "Yes, that's right."

"For the wedding?" Alfred asked.

"Obviously," Hilda went on, "Bruce and I both thought the bedroom style wasn't right for a newlywed. We're going to change the colours—at least not black."

She closed the door smoothly, and the three of them walked downstairs

"I'm very happy to hear this news." The housekeeper showed a genuine smile on his face, "So, has the wedding date been set?"

Hilda paused: "About this issue, we had a good discussion in the bedroom just now, but you know, Ah Fu, you need to be cautious when deciding on the wedding date."

Bruce: "We're still thinking about it, but I think it should be soon."

Hilda just wanted to fool Ah Fu in the past: "Yes, that's right. We couldn't wait, and we couldn't help but clean up."

The two sang together and cooperated tacitly, as if they had really discussed it seriously.

The butler's eyes flicked across the faces of the two: "The young masters will be happy about this news, especially Master Damian. But, master, I have a question..."

"Huh?" Bruce looked at him, "What's the problem?"

Alfred: "The decoration team won't arrive until tomorrow... so where are you going to sleep tonight?"

The two froze at the same time.

"There are actually a lot of guest rooms in the manor," the butler added, "but Wayne Manor hasn't received guests for a long time, and I only cleaned up a few rooms... The young masters are all at home recently, so..." So it hasn't been cleaned for the time being. of the room.Of course, Alfred could clear out another bedroom—but, God forgive him, seeing such a gentleman, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable.

"I can sleep with Damian." Hilda said immediately, "We have been separated for so long, it's time to strengthen our relationship."

——Not a surprising answer.Alfred looked at Bruce.

He said unhurriedly: "I'm with you. Damian is still young, obviously it's time for his parents to accompany him."

The three had already walked down the stairs at this time. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were sitting at the dining table. All four of them had good hearing, so they naturally heard the last sentence.

Damian who suddenly "was" in need of company: ? ? ?

Except for him, everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Damian's expression was full of resistance, and he said bluntly: "No! I don't need it! Father sleeps with me? I don't want to have nightmares."

Two adults: "..."

"No." Hilda walked towards him expressionlessly, pressed Damian's head, and a tyrant made a conclusion for him, "You need it."

Damian's eyes widened, apparently in a daze: "Mother?"

"I'll be with you today." Hilda pulled out the chair and sat next to him, her tone serious, "Don't bully your father, Damian."

Damian: ? ? ?

Who, bully, who?

He suspected that his mother was joking with him.

"Master Damian," Alfred smiled, seeing everyone in the family sitting together happily, which really made the old butler feel relieved, "Maybe you will be very happy to hear the news—"

"—your father and mother are getting married soon."