After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Although things are very obvious now, Hilda still doesn't want to give up completely.She looked at the handcuffs on her hands in silence for a while, then held unrealistic fantasies, and looked up at Bruce expectantly: "...Maybe you want to play with handcuffs?"

Bruce choked: "..."

Hilda: "Nobody puts handcuffs next to his bed in his bedroom unless he's a cop, or he likes to play cop games." She was a little excited, "If you like, I can too...

Bruce felt that his reputation was being murdered-if he had to say it, the handcuffs did not belong to him, but were brought back by accident from the Gotham Police Department.He conveniently stuffed the handcuffs into the bedroom drawer, just now when he suddenly remembered, he used them directly.What handcuffs and police games... Hilda's mind was full of thoughts.

"Of course not," he buttoned up the top, straightened his collar, and then smirked at Hilda. "We should go downstairs, dear."

"...I just went downstairs in handcuffs?"

"Of course not," Bruce looked at him inclusively, "Do you want to go down with me? If you do, I'll untie it for you right now."

"..." Hilda's last hope was all dispelled by Bruce's words. She was very dissatisfied and even a little frustrated, "Bruce, you are nothing like you."

Bruce: "?"

"You have never refused to come to your former model girlfriends. You are not a person who resists enjoyment. But why...we have reached that point just now, but you still refuse me..." Hilda asked He asked, "Do you like me or not? If you like me, why do you refuse so much when you want me to?...I can't figure out why, don't you actually mean me that much at all?"

She could easily tear off the handcuffs, but, what's the point?What she cares more about is the meaning of this rejection.

Bruce was a little speechless. Indeed, according to Bruce Wayne's external personality, he shouldn't have refused repeatedly like this, especially just now... But he still did that.

Don't like Hilda?No, if they didn't like it, they wouldn't be in the situation just now, but why?Did he really resist doing that with Hilda?

He couldn't help walking towards Hilda, sat beside her, and explained to her in a low voice: "No, I just don't think... this moment is inappropriate. It's still daytime... and Ah Fu is still downstairs, It strikes me as weird."

"What's strange." Hilda couldn't understand.

Bruce: "...just weird."

"It's so strange that you want to suppress your true desires?" She said bluntly.

Bruce: "No way, human beings always have to care about other people's eyes, but rarely can act recklessly."

"...Okay," Hilda was convinced by this reason, she sighed, and looked at Bruce, "That means, we can only follow our hearts on private nights?"

Bruce: "...that's right."

Hilda immediately approached him, her hands were handcuffed tightly together, she just put her chin on Bruce's shoulder and asked him in a low voice, "Then can I stay at night?"

For a moment, he didn't know whether to say "yes" or "no", so he answered irrelevantly and asked, "Do you really want to stay?"

"Of course!" Hilda immediately sat up straight, her eyes sparkling, "I really want to!"

Bruce had already felt how much she "wants so much". He covered his eyes and said weakly, "Please, baby..." He put down his hand and looked at Hilda sincerely, "How about next time? Baby."

——It’s next time again, you said next time last time.

Hilda thought.However, she didn't intend to say that.In fact, given that Bruce said that his refusal just now was entirely in consideration of Mr. Pennyworth's feelings, Hilda has keenly grasped the fact that in this family, it is actually Pennyworth who can make decisions about some private affairs. Mr. S instead of her dear blue eyes.

So Bruce's refusal was meaningless, as long as Mr. Pennyworth agreed to let her into the house, he had absolutely no room for refusal.

...Although Hilda had already made up her mind not to take Bruce's rejection to heart, she still pretended to be dissatisfied and waited for Bruce's usual coaxing and kissing.

Sure enough, Blue Eyes coaxed, kissed, and promised, Hilda enjoyed the treatment silently for a while, then pretended to be reluctantly satisfied, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, next time, you Just because I like you, alas!"

Bruce laughed lowly, and while helping Hilda uncuff, he said softly: "Ah, honey, you don't know how many times I feel lucky for this."

Dinner was very rich.

The steak carefully prepared by Mr. Pennyworth is crispy on the outside, tender and delicious, and it is just right with the refreshing gin.The three people at the table, except for Bruce, are not good at western food etiquette. Compared with Bruce's skillful and elegant movements, Jason looks stiff and fierce. The habit of cutting the steak in the most labor-saving and rapid way, and then enjoy the delicious beef alone.

After dinner, Bruce took Hilda for a walk in Wayne Manor.Satisfied, Alfred tidied the dining table while watching the backs of the two holding hands in the dusk through the well-lit floor-to-ceiling windows. He couldn't help but thank God for his kindness, allowing him to see new hope—if every day in the future Even if he can see such a warm scene in Wayne Manor, even if he leaves Master Wayne, there is no need to worry too much.

However, the same scene, in the eyes of different people, may feel exactly the opposite.

Jason Todd can't see any warmth from this scene: the way the two hold hands in front of him can only remind him of the "joint persecution" of Batman and Hilda that night-he helped Alf Red handed the rag, watching the two men warily, wondering what their real relationship was.

"They look good together, don't they?" Alfred said to Jason, unable to suppress the relief in his heart.

Jason suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: What does Ah Fu mean, Batman and the gangster are a good match?

If Batman is going to be with a guy like Hilda Walker, rounding out he could be paired with Scarface, Maroney, Penguin, and a bunch of other Gotham mobsters.

This is horrible.

Jason couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. He bet that Ah Fu didn't know Hilda's identity and occupation, let alone what kind of scary guy she was--Hilda's rapid fame in the whole neighborhood was not only It's just because of her outstanding force value, but because she is a ruthless character.Jason once secretly watched Hilda's beating posture. The way she was listening to music while wearing headphones and swinging the enemy against the wall was very similar to the lunatics in Arkham.

He hesitated to remind the old housekeeper: "...Uh, maybe, we shouldn't make a conclusion so early."

A Fu looked at Jason, thoughtful: "Maybe you are worried about the dual identity? I have to say, this is what I am worried about, after all, no woman can accept the concealment of her identity by the person next to her bed .”

Jason was silent for a while: "...almost."

He was worried, and decided to hide Ah Fu's real worries. After all, the only person in this family who was awake now was Jason Todd.

Just as Jason was racking his brains to think about how to protect Bruce from being killed, Bruce had already walked in with Hilda.

Alfred: "Sir?"

"It's getting late," Bruce explained to the butler, "Hilda should go home."

"Yeah," Hilda sighed, "Although I really want to stay a little longer, I don't dare to walk through Gotham alone after dark."

Bruce and Jason looked at the pretending Hilda at the same time: "..."

Alfred glanced at Hilda knowingly and smiled: "It's really not appropriate for a lady to go back alone at night....If you don't feel offended, why don't you stay overnight?"

Bruce looked at the butler: "Ah Fu—"

"I'm very happy." Hilda interrupted what he hadn't said. It was obvious that the housekeeper's suggestion liked her very much. "Thank you very much for your retention, Mr. Pennyworth, you are really a considerate gentleman."

Alfred couldn't help laughing. He looked at the two young men in front of him tolerantly, and bowed slightly: "Then, I'll go and prepare some necessities for Miss Walker."

Hilda replied cheerfully, "You can call me Hilda, sir."

The butler smiled at her: "Okay, Miss Hilda, if possible, I also hope you can call me Afu like the master."

"Okay! Ah Fu!"

The old and the young looked at each other tacitly, and instantly shortened the distance in terms of address.

Bruce: "..." It's not surprising at all.

He stretched out his hand and gently tugged at Hilda's ponytail half-punitively. Hilda covered the back of her head and looked up at him: "?"

Bruce: "Didn't it say 'next time'?" He lowered his voice, "Liar."

Hilda immediately thought of how she called Bruce that on the bed just now—she blinked her eyes, thinking about it, but on the surface she just gave Bruce a flattering smile: "...forgive me, Bruce, I like you so much."

Bruce didn't believe this at all, he sighed silently, he could already foresee that tonight's night patrol was destined to be delayed——

He is right.

Not long after the night owls had yawned and said goodnight to each other, and turned off the lights, Hilda's door swung open a crack.

She tiptoed through the corridor on the second floor, passed by Jason who was sitting on the bed with his arms folded listening to the movement in the corridor, wondering whether he could still train tonight, and passed by Alfred who knew everything well in the room and was secretly shaking his head and laughing. De, then quickly pushed open Bruce's completely unlocked bedroom door.

Bruce was half lying on the bed with his back against the pillow, holding a book, as if he hadn't expected Hilda's visit at all.He looked at Hilda who appeared suddenly with feigned surprise, and pretended to ask, "...Hilda? Are you lost?"

Hilda: "..."

She rushed onto the bed in small steps, and hammered Bruce angrily at Bruce's sullen smile, "You're the one who got lost!"

Bruce suppressed a smile: "Okay, okay, I got lost."

Hilda sat on him, turned her eyes, and began to put on a pose: "Okay, then should you explain now?"

Bruce: "Explain what?"

Hilda: "Explain why you got lost in my room." She proudly said, "It's late at night, you purposely got lost in my room... Heh, let's be honest, Bruce, have you coveted me for a long time? ?”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled: "...So you've been coveting me for a long time?"

"..." Hilda froze, and then said confidently, "That's right, that's why I came to sleep with you tonight!"

Bruce touched her face: "Must?"

Hilda's eyes lit up: "It must!"

Bruce smiled, "No."

Hilda: "???"

He hugged Hilda and turned her over: "But since you think so, I can help you."

She was lying on a dark bed sheet, her long black hair was scattered, and she looked at him with a confused expression on her white face: "...What do you mean? How can I help?"

Bruce kissed her.

Hilda stretched out her hand and raised her head in cooperation, deepening the kiss.

Dangerous places, dangerous times, dangerous moves.

His kiss gradually descended, and the white silk nightgown without buttons slowly slipped off her body, revealing a large gap that no one had filled—his hot kiss ignited a dangerous spark that bloomed in the middle of the night.

Hilda's chest rose and fell violently, and she held her neck up like a swan.She finally understood why Bruce was panting so painfully earlier—

She's the one who fell into the deep lake, greedy surfaced, gasping for breath, and she looked around blankly, running her fingers through Bruce's black hair like grasping at the last straw.

It's been a wonderful night.

Although they did not achieve Hilda's original goal, at least they took a big step.

Hilda was lying on Bruce's bed, the corners of her eyes still had the physiological tears she shed when she reached the peak of joy, she felt her body fell into deep fatigue after being extremely excited, and couldn't help but yawned.

"Baby, go to sleep." Bruce's voice was low as a lullaby, he turned off the soft light, lay down beside Hilda, and hugged her gently.

Under the double influence of the familiar smell and tiredness, Hill fell into a deep sleep.

……

Time passed by every minute and every second, the hands of the clock finally pointed to zero, and a pair of eyes opened in the darkness.

Bruce called Hilda tentatively, making sure that she had fallen into a deep sleep, then exhaled lightly, and pulled away gently, ready to go to the Batcave to start today's night patrol.

Although he was still in the bedroom, his brain had already switched to work mode, and he began to plan his work tasks for tonight: the most important thing was to track Penguin's movements.

Penguin has been "socializing" frequently recently, and of course Batman can't ignore it. In fact, he already has a vague guess about it. Perhaps, it will be proven soon...

Bruce quickly put on his nightgown and stepped on the carpet. He glanced back at Hilda who was falling asleep, heard her gentle breathing, reconfirmed the fact that she was asleep, and walked towards the bedroom door.

At this moment, next to the desk lamp, a screen suddenly lit up, instantly illuminating half of the bedroom.

Bruce turned around suddenly, rushed to the phone, and pressed the mute button, but it was too late, the extremely loud music on the phone had already sounded to him, Hilda frowned, her eyelids trembled slightly——

Bruce's heart raised his throat, and he subconsciously glanced at the phone screen:

——Caller 【Philanthropist Copperpot】

No need to guess which Cobbot it was.

Batman thought darkly: ...Okay, I remember you, Penguin.