After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce Wayne is just a mask.

Most of the time, Batman clings to this "fact".But once in a while, at a certain moment, he can't help but ask himself: Is this really the case?

If Bruce Wayne is just a mask, then how to explain that when Batman can stand back and watch, Bruce Wayne's heart is shaken by that sudden kiss?He can even recall all the details of that day, how he felt at the time, in fact, when he felt he was split into two people: Batman was like a machine that went on as usual, unaffected by the kiss. He could even objectively analyze the logic of Hilda's behavior; but Bruce Wayne was not completely calm, he even had a trace of panic and resistance - not out of disgust, but for the opposite reason, This is ridiculous, because Bruce, being a playboy, has long been used to all kinds of vanity fair glances and passionate and sudden kisses.

Even if Bruce Wayne is a mask, it should be a perfect mask.

Shaken by a kiss?No - that's not supposed to be Bruce Wayne.

unless……

"Hiss—" He couldn't hold back for a moment, gasped, and watched Ah Fu press the cotton to his wound again, knowing that this was another silent protest from the old housekeeper.

He frowned, holding back the pain without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Alfred was in a low mood, and most of the dissatisfaction in his heart could only be dispelled. He sighed and relaxed his movements: "...I really hope that one day, you can return me a intact Master Wayne."

"Something unexpected happened," he whispered. "I didn't expect to meet Killer Crocodile."

Even without Killer Croc, there are others in Arkham.Alfred thought, anyway, there will always be some people, so that Batman has to be covered in bruises, this is like an endless nightmare, you are in it, and you can never get out.

This question was too heavy, so Alfred simply changed the subject: "Except for the killer crocodile?"

"...Penguin, there's another boy," Batman said. "Jason Todd, speaking of him, Alfred, I need his information." He deliberately avoided mentioning Hilda's name.

"A little boy? What did he do?"

"He pried the wheels of the Batmobile." Speaking of this, Batman seemed to feel a little funny, and the corners of his mouth turned up, "...and he is also very flexible."

Alfred was thoughtful: "Do you want him to..."

"No," Batman understood what the butler meant, and he immediately denied his conjecture, "I just... think he has potential, and he still has a chance to choose, maybe he can take another path."

Alfred: "Like Miss Hilda?"

He was startled and didn't speak for a while: "...Maybe."

The butler was keenly aware of something strange, and he said calmly, "—Maybe Miss Hilda is your new girlfriend now?" He thought thoughtfully of the bouquet of blue roses downstairs, and thought of The news I saw this morning could not help but ignite new hope.

"Do not."

"So, that is to say, you rejected her pursuit." Alfred's expression was full of regret, "...It's a pity, there are not many brave ladies like this now. I saw someone filming The picture of the float downstairs, to be honest, that's a very romantic confession, isn't it?"

--Yeah?He glanced at Ah Fu cryptically, making sure that he really thought the float was very romantic, and fell silent for a while.

Steward: "Maybe you can try to accept the courtship of a young lady? Maybe this would be a good start."

"She's Penguin's bodyguard now." He said disapprovingly, "I think she is indeed a certain danger."

However, Alfred was keenly aware of the omission revealed in this sentence: "...that is to say, if she is not, you will consider accepting her pursuit?"

Batman froze: "No, I'm not."

"...Okay." The butler smiled, "Of course I listen to you, sir."

Batman: "..."

—Forget it, he thought helplessly, what Alfred thinks is beyond his control.

So he took the medicine in the housekeeper's hand and said, "Ah Fu, I can take care of the rest of the injury myself, you go to sleep first."

"Okay, sir." Alfred nodded slightly, turned and left the room, and closed the door for Master Wayne as usual, but at the last moment when the door was about to close, he hesitated for a moment, still facing Batman, who was prescribing himself the medicine, said, "...But, I have to say, I am now full of expectations for the future of the Wayne family - after all, fate is really elusive, isn't it?"

He didn't wait for Master Wayne's answer, the child he watched growing up had his back to the door, but his movements paused for a moment.But for Alfred, that's enough.He closed the door contentedly, and decided to bake some more delicious cookies tomorrow.

Across the wall, what the Dark Knight thinks about is not exactly what Alfred thinks about his own "happiness". Before the matter surfaced for the time being, nothing was clear, but his intuition told him that the matter must be closely related to Hilda - because the Penguin never did useless things, he was a thoroughly interested Suprematists... In this case, if we can start with Hilda, maybe we can get some useful news.

Strengthen the monitoring and tracking of Hilda?He hesitated, it's not that he didn't do that, but he failed every time.And now, Hilda is working as Penguin's bodyguard. Based on his knowledge of Penguin, after today's killer crocodile accident, this guy will definitely pull Hilda to protect him in all aspects. If this cunning The guy found the tracker, must know where it came from, and probably took advantage of the situation to give Batman a hard smack on the subject...he wondered if it would be self-defeating, and push Hilda, a borderline danger, out of the water. to the other side.

Considering Hilda's force value, the Dark Knight didn't want to gamble.

He has never been as restrained as he was with Hilda: There have been many plans on how to contain Hilda in the Batcave, but the most effective one so far is emotional regulation: that requires someone who can watch her, Can stop her at the right moment - however, this is also the most unstable way.

After all, who can guarantee that the relationship will never deteriorate, and the anchor point at this moment will not become the last straw before destruction in the next moment?

Batman can't stand the possibility of being out of control, but he can't control the "anchor" unless he is the anchor itself.

—Maybe that's the best choice.A voice emerged in his mind, to be an anchor, it doesn't matter whether it is love or friendship, but to influence her.Since you are willing to give that strange boy a hand, why is it Hilda's turn so hesitant?Obviously that is easier, because she has already walked in front of you, and you only need to nod your head, and things will take some good turns, and maybe even use Bruce Wayne to get information about Penguin.

But it's not decent, it's a shameful exploit.

--use?She likes Bruce Wayne, but everyone knows how shallow that kind of love is.Wouldn't it be better to just agree to her and break her filter of this "mask" with reality?

Batman put on the bandage in silence, maybe because of the injury and fatigue, he felt his thinking fell into a rare contradiction: do you want Hilda to really fall in love with Bruce Wayne, or do you want her to love Bruce Wayne? u lost interest?

But, no matter what, he couldn't deny that after analyzing the pros and cons, he had begun to lean towards the idea of ​​"getting closer to Hilda".

He closed his eyes and put away the medical kit.Gotham's midnight was isolated from the thick curtain, and Wayne Manor seemed to form the strongest fortress, and the closed space of the bedroom and those familiar decorations seemed to silently appease Batman, allowing Batman to temporarily unload Everything, and face some inescapable truths.

——The mask does not move the heart, what moves the heart is the... the real existence hidden under the mask, that existence is not Bruce Wayne or Batman, it is just an ordinary human being, who stood alone in sin many years ago In the alley, an ordinary boy who watched the white pearl fall into the mud and witnessed the collapse of the world with his own eyes was weak and weeping.

Hilda hung up the phone and slept for a while, then sat up reluctantly and lay in bed for a while.A few steps away, the daylight danced under the dancing curtains, she got up, and jerked away——

The sun was pouring into most of the place, there was a lot of traffic downstairs, and someone played the violin. The music was flowing in the air of the city, mixed with the sound of whistles and noise, making her feel as if she had just woken up from a dream: Bruce Wayne was just Just a dream of hers.

Hilda yawned and went to the bathroom to change and freshen up.Although she slept until noon, it was strange that she was not very hungry, and she was even in the mood to relive the Bruce that she had just dreamed about.Maybe she really wanted him too much, otherwise how could she explain that even her dream was that he promised to be with her?However, this is indeed a good sign. Although yesterday's plan was interrupted by a series of accidents, today she will be able to confess smoothly.

But, what should I give this time?blue Rose?No, no, no... I've already sent it once, isn't it too perfunctory to do it again, kryptonite?No, sending rough stones is too silly, and Bruce doesn't need a large piece of kryptonite to deal with Superman, why don't she send it to be processed and make some decorations, wouldn't it be great?As for this time... Hilda thought about it, why not just go to the mall to see if there are any good-looking sapphires?I heard that Copperpot has some insights into jewelry, maybe she can ask him about it.

As soon as she thought of it, Hilda sped up her movements and was about to go out to find Copperpot.However, before she could get her hair done, the doorbell of the apartment suddenly rang.

Hilda was taken aback, and looked at the door blankly: This is her first visit to this apartment, so no one will come here to look for her except the Penguin, right?

Maybe it's the neighbors or maybe it's the penguin himself?

She guessed so, walked over quickly and opened the door——

Expensive flowers wrapped in matte paper rushed towards her face, she raised her head unexpectedly, and was facing Bruce Wayne's handsome face with a playboy standard smile:

"Hi, good afternoon, Hilda."

Hilda shut the apartment door completely with a bang.