After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"You know Master Jason?" Alfred asked.

"Master Jason?" Hilda repeated, looking at Jason Todd who stood there motionless, as if he had turned into a puppet, "I know Jason Todd, if my memory didn't come out What's the problem, he should be my neighbor who lives in the same building as me."

"Oh my God! This is too coincidental, dear Hilda," Bruce said, grabbing Hilda's shoulders, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek, then showing a silly and sweet look, happily Said to her, "Not too long ago, I met Jason on the road, and he helped me find my lost wheel - I must say, he is a good boy, but he came from a poor family, so, to thank this poor man little boy, I adopted him."

Hilda: "...?" Are you sure Jason helped you find your missing car tire and not just pried your car tire away?

Hilda was choked up, obviously, and everything was clear: Todd must have met Bruce's luxury car, and then made a bold move again, removing his wheels - just as he had done to her car and the Batmobile before. However, fortunately, before he had time to complete all the "work", he was caught by the returning Bruce, so the clever Jason immediately pretended to help him get the wheel back.

Poor Bruce, who has never experienced the grinding of reality, never thought that a little boy would pry the tires of the car, so he easily believed his words, regarded him as a good boy who was righteous and brave, and even adopted him...

The death-like eyes fell on Jason, which made Jason shiver: "Yes, thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Wayne."

--what's the situation!what happened!How could Hilda Walker stand with Bruce Wayne! !What the hell is this fantasy linkage? What the hell! ...Yes, last time she seemed to say that she has a boyfriend who is not Batman, what is the name of that boyfriend? ? ?Could that boyfriend be Bruce Wayne? ...so she knew Bruce Wayne was Batman?Still don't know?Fuck, trough, trough—? !So Batman is using the identity of Bruce Wayne to fish for Hilda Walker...?Or are these two teaming up to get him?etc!calm down!Jason!Use your intelligent brain to carefully review the current situation:

It is known that Bruce Wayne = Batman, Bruce Wayne and Hilda Walker are boyfriend and girlfriend, Hilda Walker seemed to like her boyfriend last time but didn’t deal with Batman very much (taunted him ), so it can be deduced that she doesn't know that Bruce Wayne = Batman, so...?

... (gasps) Bruce Wayne playing with Hilda Walker's feelings?As expected of Batman, he is playing with the devil, isn't he afraid of being beaten by the devil after falling off his horse?

Jason swallowed, and looked at Bruce with an expression of awe mixed with horror.

Bruce: "?"

He walked over to rub the little boy's unruly hair, and said to him affectionately, "You should call me Dad now."

Jason: "………………" Dad, you big-headed ghost!You are all bad guys!bad guy!Best of luck to you and that Hilda devil! ! !Why is he the one who is unlucky every time he meets these two people!

He became angry from embarrassment, turned around and slipped away holding his head.

"Look at this kid," Bruce turned to look at Hilda, shaking his head helplessly, "still shy."

Alfred watched his master's drama calmly, shook his head invisibly, and walked to the kitchen, intending to prepare tea and pastries for the guests who came from afar as a reward: it is true that he was cheated so badly by the master Need some cookie chat for comfort.

Hilda: "...Hehe, sweetheart, you are such a caring and kind man, just adopted a boy whom you have known not long ago." She reread the word "not long ago", hoping to attract Bruce's attention and let him Aware of his recklessness—had he never thought about how a little boy could easily help him find his missing tire in a dangerous place like Gotham?

"Although we haven't known each other for a long time," Bruce really noticed her emphasis, but he didn't understand her deep meaning at all. Instead, he said happily, "But Jason and I hit it off very well."

Hilda: ...suffocation.jpg

I really hope that my boyfriend can grow up and stop being so defenseless to others.

But Bruce changed the subject: "Actually, I adopted another boy before, but, later on, I don't know how I hurt his heart, which caused him to run away from home, and he hasn't come back until now."

"What? There's such a thing?" Hilda's pupils trembled—isn't it the first time that Bruce has been blind?You have already learned your lesson last time, but this time you adopted another child easily?

Hilda quickly imagined how her kind and innocent boyfriend was abandoned by her ruthless adoptive son, so she felt more and more distressed about Bruce.

Subconsciously, she stood on tiptoe and touched Bruce's hair: "...Honey, it's not your fault, you don't want to find problems with yourself. If you have to say that you are at fault, then your only fault is I have a bad vision, and I misread the first adopted son."

——It’s true that you have bad eyesight. It’s okay for the first one to run away from home, but also for the second one...

The more Hilda thought about it, the more miserable she felt.

Bruce lowered his eyes sadly: "...No, no, Dick is a good boy."

Seeing his ignorant, sad and pitiful look, Hilda almost wanted to hug him!She sighed, made a decision secretly, and patted Bruce on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay, Bruce, one runaway is enough. The second son will never leave you, I swear!"

——It doesn't matter, even if Jason was adopted by Bruce by deception, it doesn't matter, anyway, as long as he is a good son and won't hurt Bruce's heart.Guarantee this, she can do it.

Hilda looked at Bruce firmly: "Honey, let's go and take care of your injury first, and then I'll talk to your adopted son."

Bruce: "...?"

He suspected that he was self-defeating: "What are you talking to Jason about?"

Hilda understated: "This is what happens between our mother and son."

Bruce: "????"

With question marks all over his head, Bruce found the treatment box, and then fell silent facing the pile of professional equipment in the treatment box and the wound on the back of his hand that was almost healed.It has to be said that dealing with the wound this time really stumped him: he completely forgot how to deal with such a small wound that does not need to be taken care of at all.

Apply potion?With a bandage?Is it a bit too exaggerated.

But Hilda was sitting in front of him, and he didn't seem too comfortable doing nothing.

So Bruce took out the alcohol and cotton from the treatment box in embarrassment, and wiped the wound in front of Hilda's face: As expected, the wound was too small, and even the pain felt infinitely close to nothing.

He cleared his throat: "...Okay, I've dealt with it."

Hilda: "...That's it? Are you perfunctory? At least you should put a band-aid on it!"

Ok.

Bruce struggled to find a band-aid from the box, stuck it on solemnly, and then looked at Hilda, saying that he had done so.

Hilda: "And a back injury."

Bruce said implicitly: "...The waist injury is not easy to deal with."

She thought he meant that the location of the back injury made it difficult for him to handle it by himself.

So she leaned forward without hesitation, pressed Bruce to the back of the sofa with one hand, half-lyed on his body, and quickly pulled out the hem of his shirt with the other hand.

Bruce: "!!"

He slammed down her movement, and his forehead jumped: "I mean, it's in the living room—it's not easy to treat the wound."

Hilda looked at him inquiringly. "Then shall we go to your bedroom?"

"Ah." Alfred was holding the cookie, and just walked into the living room when he heard such a sentence, and saw Hilda's posture lying on Bruce again.Although everything was expected, he still couldn't help taking a breath.

Although he has experienced the ups and downs of his life, Alfred still wants to feel the "impatientness" of young people today.

He paused on the spot, nodded slightly to the two who were disturbed by him and looked at him at the same time, "...I'm sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now."

Turning around and taking two steps, Alfred stopped again. He glanced at the cookie in his hand hesitantly, and turned to look at Bruce inquiringly: "...Maybe you need me to put the cookie in two hours. To your bedroom, sir?"

Bruce: "..." I can hear your narrowness, Fu! !

Although Bruce felt tired for a while, he finally took Hilda to the bedroom.

Don't overthink it, it's really just to deal with old wounds.

Bruce has dealt with his wounds here countless times, but he has never felt so cramped like today.

Hilda was sitting on the single sofa not far from the bed, holding her cheeks with her hands, watching him obediently.

Bruce turned his back to Hilda and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.Although it was daytime, the heavy curtains were drawn in his bedroom, and the retro European desk lamp on the bedside table in the bedroom was turned on.The white shirt looked as thin as a cicada's wings under the dim yellow light, and the flesh like an ancient Greek sculpture could be faintly seen under the shirt.

Bruce took off his shirt casually, and the light coated his skin with a layer of beeswax. The ultimate beauty and strength of the human body was shown to Hilda at this moment—even though she also noticed the old scars on Bruce's back, Before getting angry, Hilda's first reaction was to quietly swallow her saliva.

Bruce: "..."

Although he didn't meet Hilda's face, the scorching gaze behind him was enough to make him feel amused and helpless.

He turned his head and looked at Hilda: "Honey, maybe you can go out and wait for a while?"