After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"Batman." There was deep hatred in Killer Crocodile's voice.

Among the three people present, Killer Crocodile, Penguin and Batman are already very familiar old opponents in a sense. They seem to have installed the "Batman Radar" automatically, and they are super sensitive to all Batman's actions. It's beyond the attention of ordinary people - of course you have to pay attention, otherwise it will be another severe beating.

Only Hilda was exceptionally different.She has not yet figured out her position in Gotham's food chain, and her relationship with Batman seems a bit confusing.Considering that she had just met Batman just a few hours ago, and even watched his unskilled tire installation process, Hilda felt that she should maintain a superficial friendliness.

...So she silently retreated to the side and rear of Penguin, watching his nose and heart, pretending that she was just an insignificant personal bodyguard.

"Killer Crocodile," Batman said coldly, standing on top of the container, "you killed someone."

"So what?" Killer Crocodile sneered, "You want to imprison me in Arkham again? Come—bat, let me see your current state! I heard that your Robin bird is dead, now You have no help!"

Penguin quietly took a step back, ready to run: Just kidding!Who wants to watch Batman vs Killer Croc here?Maybe it will affect the innocent him!Anyway, he would be happy if either of these two died, and it would be best if both of them died!

While stepping back, Killer Crocodile had already launched an attack on Batman, and the two fell into a fight instantly.

Unlike Hilda, although Batman's physique has reached the peak of what humans can achieve, after all, it is just a mortal body.He couldn't have the same terrifying power as Hilda, so his fight with Killer Crocodile looked like a close contest on the surface, and it was even difficult to see who had the upper hand for a while.Actually, it's more of a silent attrition war for Batman.

Hilda watched it for a while, and then she didn't want to watch it again: this battle made her feel depressed, and if she continued to watch it, maybe she couldn't help but rush over and join it—but there was no money to go up to help, let alone bats. Xia just refused to carry her!

So she glanced at Penguin and whispered, "Are we going to withdraw? Boss?"

Penguin turned a ring on his hand nervously, quickly calculating the possibility of staying here to pick up leaks—what if they really lose both?Can't he take the opportunity to make up the knife?

Thinking of this, Penguin's throat was slightly dry, and he said under his throat, "...wait a minute."

Hilda continued to whisper: "But I'm so sleepy, I want to go home and sleep-does this count as overtime?"

His eyes widened, and he really wanted to turn around and scold her, so he gritted his teeth at Hilda and squeezed out a few words: "...Forget it, go back and pay you overtime."

Hilda stood up contentedly.

Batman's fight continues.Killer Crocodile grabbed his two arms and tore them apart, as if trying to tear him apart—Batman's head was forced high, his whole body was exposed to the moonlight, tense, Like a stretched bowstring.He didn't make any sound of pain, and he still had that unyielding appearance.

Hilda: "...wow."

She watched this scene intently: "Batman has such a good figure."

The penguin who thought she was going to say something meaningful: "..."

A huge sense of crisis enveloped his whole body in an instant, he turned his head and asked vigilantly: "You won't want to change your target because of this, let me help you get Batman?"

Hilda: "...?"

Coppert sounded the alarm all over his body: "——If you plan to pick up Batman, we don't need to contact again! After you enter Arkham, I will occasionally miss you (the force value)."

"How is it possible!" Hilda denied, "I just want to date now... no, I just want to chase Bruce Wayne alone. And I believe that Bruce's figure is no worse than Batman!" She touched part of it of!

Copperpot: "That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief.

— but Batman is in really good shape.Hilda thought silently, if... just in case... then it's not impossible...

While her thoughts were wandering for a while, Killer Crocodile had faintly gained the upper hand. He opened his mouth, intending to tear off Batman's armor with his teeth.

--too disgusting.Hilda frowned, she finally couldn't help it, picked up the penguin man's broken black umbrella, picked up the top end of the umbrella, rushed towards the two people who were stuck in the stalemate, jumped up, and took advantage of the situation to push the rough The blunt umbrella stabs the killer crocodile in the neck—

She didn't notice that a smear of silver blue quickly directed to the tip of the umbrella from the inconspicuous ornament on her earlobe, instantly strengthening the black umbrella hat, and everything went as she wished. The umbrella that may have seriously injured him pierced his hard skin without hindrance, and penetrated deep into his body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" He let go of Batman in pain, blood gushed out the moment he pulled out the umbrella, Hilda dodged quickly, but still some sprayed on her side face superior.

She looked at Batman half-kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, then glanced at Killer Crocodile, howling and clutching his wound, and scratched her head uncomfortably: "...Isn't it? Wasn't the skin quite thick just now? I'm strong." Is it too big?"

"Good job!" Penguin's eyes lit up, he praised Hilda vigorously, and at this moment he finally felt a sliver of comfort: It is indeed meaningful to pay such a high price of money and reputation to keep Hilda, and the reward will come soon. up?

He glanced at the obviously injured Batman, and hoped that Batman would not understand Hilda, and then he would be beaten up by her like Killer Crocodile, or he could be beaten up by her.

—but it's impossible.

The killer crocodile was still howling, and a large amount of blood poured out of his body, soon staining a large area of ​​ground under him red.Batman looked at this scene indifferently, and had no sympathy for him at all: Which one of the people killed by the killer crocodile bleeds less than him?Which one is not more painful than him at this moment? ——As for Killer Crocodile, his self-healing ability allows him to recover from this blood loss state in a short time——in this case, letting him feel the pain is also an appropriate punishment.

The Dark Knight endured the injury he had just suffered, and closed his eyes.However, when he opened his eyes again, a hand was already in front of him.

He looked up, and Hilda's indifferent face fell into his eyes.The blood on her face has not been wiped off, and it is easy to think of some horrible things in the night, but in order to express goodwill, Hilda hooked the corner of her mouth at Batman - but she didn't know that it made her look even more It has a bit of Arkham temperament.

Batman: "..." He put his knees on one hand and stood up.

Hilda was not surprised. She glanced at Batman's figure with a pity, and she didn't feel that she was being humiliated. She withdrew her hand very naturally: "Okay, is it all right now? Send Killer Crocodile It shouldn’t be up to us to go to the police station or somewhere else—shouldn’t the rest of the matter be left to you, a superhero, to finish? Cobbot and I will... goodbye first?”

Batman: "Why are you on the pier?"

Hilda: "Me? The boss asked me to work overtime, and I'm not willing." She blamed Penguin without hesitation, "Right, boss?"

The penguin being watched by two people at the same time: ...

He really wants to swear at this moment, if he can't see that Hilda, a damned woman, treats Batman special, he will be blind!

He maintained his composure: "...our company's corporate culture is to work night shifts, why? Isn't this illegal?"

Batman: "You've been touching Lex Luthor lately."

Penguin: "It's just a normal business transaction. I sold him something he was interested in - I don't think it needs to be said."

Batman looked at him coldly, obviously not believing his words.However, Penguin is not a fledgling young man who will be scared by him. His expression does not seem to have any flaws, as if he really just sold a box of kryptonite.

But Batman has already smelled the taste of conspiracy.He said no more, knowing that it was impossible to pry anything out of Penguin's mouth now.

He looked at Hilda and gave her a look of disapproval: "You shouldn't be hanging out with the Penguin."

Hilda spread her hands: "I don't want to either, but the conditions he offered are too much for me to refuse."

"What did you promise her?" Batman turned to Copperpot, coldly.He knew that Hilda had become Penguin's bodyguard, but he hadn't fully figured out the details of their transaction—did Penguin promise anything to Hilda besides money?

Penguin: "..." Damn, is he going to tell Batman that he promised to help Hilda catch Bruce Wayne?Originally, because of this incident, he was already a little ashamed in front of his subordinates, but now he still has to lose face to Batman?

So he pretended to be plain and said, "It's just a small request." He decided that starting from going back tonight, he would do his best to help Hilda get Wayne, even if he used a small trick—— Anyway, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise he always feels that his reputation will be lost.Thinking of this, his eyes could not help revealing a hint of viciousness.

Batman, who was looking at the Penguin, couldn't help but frowned. He felt that the Penguin looked more and more suspicious: what the Penguin promised to Hilda was definitely something abnormal.

He said to Penguin in a cold voice, "It's better as you said."

"It's exactly what he said." Hilda stood aside and couldn't help interjecting. "It's just a small request-it's said that I'm a good citizen."

Batman gave her a cold look: "Sooner or later, you will be led into the abyss by him."

Penguin: "...I don't have that much confidence." Why does Batman think he can bring Hilda down?Does this guy have some weird filter on Hilda Walker!

Hilda shook her head: "No. I'm just a simple bodyguard to protect Coppert's personal safety, and I don't care about other things."

The Dark Knight is skeptical about this. In his opinion, Hilda is heading for a road of no return. The city of Gotham seems to have a strange magic power, which affects the people in the city to the abyss.

So he just turned his head away, tied up the killer crocodile who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and prepared to send him to Arkham.

"I'll keep an eye on you," said the Dark Knight at last.

Hilda's last impression of that night was the dark knight's iconic "disapproval" eyes.

She didn't know what time it was in the middle of the night when she packed the Penguin who she insisted on escorting back to his house in the Diamond District.She was really too lazy to go back to the East District, so she simply stayed in the downtown apartment that Coppert arranged for her.

I don't know if it's because there are so many things I experienced that day, Hilda fell into a deep sleep almost the second she touched the bed.This sleep lasted until twelve o'clock at noon the next day, and the music on the mobile phone rang for a long time before she poked her head out of the quilt sleepily, touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, and connected it indiscriminately, with sleepy words: "... …Hello."

Between dreams and waking up, she seemed to hear Bruce's magnetic voice saying something in her ears. The voice was coming and going, and she responded a few times in a daze, thinking that she was still dreaming.

"...Hilda, are you listening?" As if aware of her carelessness, the other side asked.

Hilda struggled to sit up, shook her head violently, barely distracted, and glanced at her phone—[AAA blue-eyed Brucey baby].

Hilda: ...?For a while, she couldn't figure out who AAA was.

"Hilda?"

"Huh?" She replied subconsciously, still a little confused from the reality, "... What did you just say?"

There was a low laugh on the phone, which made Hilda's whole body go numb. She couldn't help laughing, and fell back on the bed with half-closed eyes.

"I said—" Bruce's voice followed the current to her ears.

"—I've thought about it, Hilda, you're right, I do like you, why can't we try."