After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

The first second Hilda heard Batman's accusation, she still couldn't react: "What? Me?"

She pointed to herself: "What's wrong with me? ... I'm an innocent owner."

"The premise is that the car belongs to you." Batman said.

"—Who says that car doesn't belong to me?"

Batman glanced at her: "You have never taken a driver's license test, and it is impossible to legally buy any car from a car dealership."

Hilda: "..." Why is it a driver's license again? ?

"Well," she spread her hands, "if you insist on the details, then it's not exactly my car." She emphasized a few syllables, hoping to make Batman realize I am "too serious".

Batman: "So, who are you working for?"

"Can't Batman even investigate this?" Hilda asked back, "Or do you want to determine something from me?"

He was silent for a while, and then said: "You are going in a bad direction, Walker."

What responded to him was a blank stare from Hilda: "I didn't, I'm fine now, not bad at all. And I didn't do anything illegal, I was just an ordinary bodyguard. "

Batman said indifferently: "You drive without a license." He almost wrote "This is not legal" directly on his face.

Hilda: "..."

She became angry with embarrassment: "Hehe, if you say that, I am not legal! My name is all fake! I came here illegally!"

Batman: "You're not."

Hilda: "I am!... Forget it, why did I have to tell you this in the middle of the night. I've been wanting to say it since just now, why are you standing here and not leaving? Are you not sleepy?"

Batman took a silent look at the Batmobile with its tires removed.

The atmosphere froze.

Hilda finally realized something: "...Pfft ha ha ha ha ha, yes! Your tires have also been removed! You can't put them back on, can you?" She gloated at the Batmobile, "If you ask my words--"

"No need." Batman refused her, and began to reinstall the removed tires on the Batmobile.

Hilda had already found the culprit and vented her anger. She was going to go home and sleep, but maybe because the scene in front of her was so interesting, she couldn't help but stood there and watched with great interest. There are even two comments from time to time:

"A little higher." "Oh, can you pretend!" "Go left! Go left!" "The movement is not skilled enough, Batman." "Tsk tsk, I will give you 0 points for this movement."

Batman, who had to endure Hilda's blind comments while installing the tires: "..."

He got out from under the car and looked at her: "You should go back."

"I don't!" Hilda, who enjoyed watching Batman's car repair, refused, "I slept for a long time today, and I feel refreshed now."

The dark knight's eyebrows hidden under the mask couldn't help but twitch, and he half-warned: "Hilda Walker!"

Hilda wasn't scared at all - seriously, what's there to be scared of Batman?He's not a moody villain, he's a serious superhero, and he doesn't hit people for no reason because of the little things.What?cold face?Wouldn't it be good to just ignore it?

So she stood there as if she didn't hear, and even asked nonchalantly, "So are you sure you really don't need my help?"

Batman said coldly, "I don't trust you."

"Okay." Hilda shrugged. "It's normal. If I were you, I wouldn't trust myself."

Batman: "..."

He stubbornly confronted Hilda for a while, seeing that she would never change her mind, he had to take a deep breath and speed up the installation of the tire.

"Don't tell me," Hilda was still pointing at the car, "this car looks really good—it's expensive, isn't it?"

Batman froze.

"Let me just say, there must be some kind of charitable foundation to support you, otherwise it would be too expensive to buy motorcycles and sports cars," she said.

He didn't want to talk to her, hoping to use this silence to push back her interest that had nowhere to rest.Under normal circumstances, the tactic of silence is very useful, it can quickly cool down enthusiasm and make people shut up, but obviously, this tactic doesn't work at all today, and Batman can't help but think of the last one who was not afraid of his silence. People - Dick.

—No, they are still different.He denied it without hesitation in his heart. Dick understood the silence, and Hilda Walker?She just doesn't care.

Hilda, who didn't care about singing a one-man show, stared at the black figure, feeling a little melancholy suddenly.She raised her head and looked at the sky above Crime Alley, where it was dark, and there was no moon, only a few stars shining lonely on the edge.

"Actually, I was going to find Bruce today." She said suddenly, "It's the one I told you about last time, Bruce Wayne. The one I like."

Batman sped up the movements of his hands even more - no, he really didn't want to hear Hilda Walker express her feelings for Bruce Wayne here, especially what happened yesterday.Although he usually put Bruce Wayne completely aside when he was a vigilante on the Internet, God knows, the first moment he saw Hilda, he really had the urge to turn around and leave.

...even though it was just a kiss.However, that was a wrong kiss that should be avoided.Even though Batman would never admit it, the kiss did shake Bruce Wayne's heart a bit.

He had already decided to let Bruce Wayne and Hilda Walker draw a complete line——

"I think," Hilda's tone was very serious, "I might marry Bruce Wayne in the future."

"Oh!"

Startled, she looked at the Batmobile: "What's wrong? Did you blow a tire?"

Batman straightened the tire that had been crooked due to excessive force just now with a blank face.

Hilda sneered at him: "Is this the craft? You basically said goodbye to the car repair industry."

He glanced at the girl who spoke in surprise: "...married?"

"Yeah." Hilda was a little surprised that Batman would talk, but she didn't bother to pay attention to the reason, "I mean the future. I didn't think about getting married at all before, but I think I might think about it starting today , if Bruce proposes to me, how should I answer him better."

Batman: "..." What a dream.

"After much deliberation, I still think it's more interesting for me to propose marriage." Hilda said, "I really can't imagine what it would be like for Bruce to propose to me. ... However, that should be a long time later Well, after all, he's not even my boyfriend right now."

Batman felt that he really couldn't understand Hilda Walker's thinking.Why did she start to think about some hopeless things before she even succeeded in the first step.

He finished quickly and planned to leave.

Hilda watched him open the Batmobile door, and said suddenly, "So I don't really have to expect you to take me for a while this time, do I?"

Batman: "If you accept sitting on the roof."

Hilda: "...?" She hesitated, "Did you... tell me a bad joke just now?" ——God, Batman can tell a bad joke? !

Maybe her reaction was really a bit slow, Batman had already got into the Batmobile, the headlights were turned on, and the beam of light pierced through the dark night in the deep alley.

"...so that was just a casual remark." Hilda muttered, and she stepped back to allow the Batmobile to pass.

The Batmobile drove past her mercilessly, kicking up dust and even messing with her hair again.

Hilda covering her mouth and nose: ...Why do I feel like I'm getting used to it.

She rolled her eyes, thinking that there is a reason for Bruce to hate Batman—fortunately, he hates Batman, otherwise, would she still want to ask for an autograph for her boyfriend with Batman's stinky face?It's too suffocating too.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

She pulled it out, hoping it was from Bruce, but the number on the phone was from someone else—Oswald Copperpot.

She couldn't help but sighed in disappointment, she answered the phone weakly: "Hello—"

"Come to Gotham Docks," Copperpot said darkly.

"Isn't it—?" Hilda rolled her eyes, she was very resistant in her heart, she looked at the dark sky, "What time is it now, can I go to sleep?" She yawned deliberately.

"Do you think you are doing a nine-to-five job? Our contract has been written long ago, and we are always on call." Coppert said in a bad tone, "You must come here quickly today. —I always have a bad feeling.”

"You're already at Gotham Docks?" Hilda asked.

"I am on my way."

"Then you can turn the car around and go back now to avoid this ominous premonition." She walked out of the crime alley slowly, "Actually, I have never really understood people who have a bad premonition and insist on going out."

"...Hilda," the person on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth, "did I hire you to tell me what to do?"

"All right, all right," Hilda said perfunctorily, "You have the final say on what you pay for. Let me tell you first, I am a good citizen who abides by the law. If you want to do something illegal, I can't help you."

The Penguin could only sneer in disdain.

He didn't bother to refute Hilda on the phone - she hadn't been much of a "law-abiding citizen" before he hired her.It is estimated that her "good citizen" is just like his "good businessman".

"Don't worry," he said. "I just want you to keep me safe. Do your job, Walker."