After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Penguin escapes unsuccessfully.

He was tortured over and over again by Batman who turned back halfway, and because he couldn't say anything, he was beaten up.

Penguin: ? ? ?

He still couldn't figure out why he was beaten violently. Is it because he didn't give Batman any useful information? ?no?Was Batman ever this grumpy and irritable before? ?Is he in a bad mood today? ?

What makes Penguin even more angry is that his bodyguard Hilda has always kept an onlooker attitude during the process, and has never heard of the tragic experience of his boss being beaten. The two joined hands to beat them, but they had to bear it silently. After Batman disappeared, they took Hilda with a black face and limped into the car.

After getting in the car, Penguin finally took a breath. He vigilantly looked for the monitor that Batman secretly put on, and after confirming that there was no, he boldly cursed at Batman.

Hilda yawned, took advantage of his cursing, and sent a text message to Bruce. After getting the read receipt from the other side, she called Bruce Wayne: "Hey, honey, I woke you up Is it? Or are you not asleep?"

Bruce, who was on the phone while driving, clearly heard the curse of the penguin on the other side of the phone: "..."

He deeply felt that his behavior of reading the text message just now was the biggest failure of this operation, he cleared his throat, and found Bruce Wayne's state and tone with difficulty: "...Baby, I am very worried about you .Are you going home soon?"

"Yes," Hilda was very moved, "I'm going home soon, so you've been waiting for me, oh my god, don't wait, it's so late, how can you stay up all night?"

"Aren't you too?" he said, "I'd rather wait for you."

Hilda was about to cry because of her little boyfriend's affection. She leaned forward and urged the driver in the front seat: "Brother, can you drive faster? My boyfriend is waiting for me to go home."

The man with half of his arm tattooed silently stepped on the accelerator.

Hilda stepped back and comforted her boyfriend, "Sweetheart, I've already told the driver to speed up. Believe me, I'll be home soon—have you opened the window in the room?"

Bruce still on the Batmobile: "Oh, of course, I've turned it on, can you hear the wind? I gotta say, the moon is beautiful tonight."

His tone was gentle, as if he was really standing on the balcony of Wayne Manor's bedroom, admiring the moonlight while talking to Hilda.But in fact, the only light that Batman can see is the colorful indicator lights on the console inside the Batmobile. He stepped on the accelerator with a blank expression, and silently accelerated the speed of the car—he had to hurry before Hilda returned. back to his room.

This is really...!

"Yeah, the moonlight is really beautiful tonight." Hilda's mind has already emerged the scene of Bruce admiring the moon. If there is no Penguin's dirty words as the background music, she feels that she will be able to understand Bruce's feelings better. She couldn't help turning her head to look at Cobblepot, "...boss, can you stop scolding? What's the use of scolding like this? Batman can't hear your dissatisfaction."

Batman: No, I can hear you.

Penguin was very angry: "Can I vent? You are my bodyguard, and you just watched me being beaten by Batman?"

"Don't worry," said Hilda, "he's not going to kill you—I mean, Batman, as we all know, doesn't kill."

"So you can let me be beaten?!" He said, "Evidently, even Superman is not your opponent, just a Batman, can't you beat him?"

"First of all, the one I just called is not Superman, but a robot imitating Superman." She was a little upset, and for a while she was on the line with Cobblepot, forgetting Bruce on the other end of the phone, "So you said 'Superman is not My opponent's words are not rigorous at all. Secondly, Batman is a superhero, and he has a legal reason to beat you. What can I do? I will fight a superhero? Then what have I become? I am not a criminal. I'm just an ordinary Gotham citizen!"

Penguin: "Ordinary Gotham citizens can't swipe my bank card!"

Hilda was even more upset: "Damn, what do you mean? Cross the river and destroy the bridge? That's not what you said when I rescued you just now!"

"You threw me out just now!"

"If I don't throw you out, how can I go back and kill that robot?"

"The robot then attacked me with heat vision, what about you? Did you save me!" Penguin wanted to jump up, "It was Batman who saved me! Not you!"

Hilda laughed angrily: "Yeah, Batman saved you, but you still scolded him all the way? You should give Batman your bank card to thank him for saving your life."

Penguin was speechless: "..."

Batman who heard the whole process on the other end of the phone: ...Thank you, I'm already swiping his card.

He said angrily: "Don't change the subject, we are talking about work now. No bodyguard will stand by and watch the show when his employer is being beaten. If you do this again next time, I will fire you. Hilda!"

"Then sell me to Luther?" Hilda asked with a sneer.

"...what are you talking about!" He stared at Hilda. "Sold you to Luthor? After he attacked me?"

"Stop pretending," she said calmly, disdainful of Penguin's pretentiousness, "Yes, he attacked you, but you are both mercenary guys, as long as you have common interests, you will become close immediately' Friends', and the two of you have already reached a consensus position, but you have different opinions on the exchange. You think the price he offered is too low. Now, he has that 'Superman', although it is just a copy, but...at least It's a testament to his quality and potential, am I right, Oswald?"

Penguin never thought that he would hear such an analysis from Hilda—in his opinion, Hilda is a love brain with extremely high strength but not good at thinking, she is a killer crocodile and Or Bane's hanging guy, who wouldn't notice so many details at all.

He stared at Hilda in astonishment, unable to say anything for a while.

Also surprised was Bruce Wayne on the other end of the phone.

He listened to this conversation quietly, realizing that he also needed to correct some impressions of Hilda.However, almost at the same time, new doubts also appeared in his mind: Will such Hilda really be completely unaware of the falseness of Bruce Wayne's mask?

"...Maybe Luthor does have amazing manufacturing capabilities." The Penguin regained his composure, and straightened his top hat, "But, you have proved the incompetence of that robot tonight, isn't he easily destroyed by you?" ? I won’t be so stupid as to give up on you and choose Luthor.”

"So," Hilda laughed, "is this Luthor's idea? To collect my information and use it to perfect the machine he made?"

"I'm not Luthor, so I can't answer this question." Penguin said.

"I thought that as long as the other party offered a price that satisfied you, you would sell me without hesitation."

"How come?" Penguin smirked, "Even for the sake of our pure friendship, I wouldn't do that."

They looked at each other, and they both saw the real hypocrisy in each other's eyes.

"I hope so," said Hilda.

She turned her head blankly and found the phone that was still on the phone.

Hilda: "!"

She coughed and asked softly on the other end of the phone: "...Bruce? Are you still listening?"

She suffocated and began to recall what she and the penguin had said... Then she closed her eyes in pain, and she could already imagine the great harm that her words with the penguin would cause to the simple Bruce—

There was no response from the other end of the phone. Hilda leaned closer to the phone carefully, only to hear the faint and gentle breathing.

...Is this, asleep?

Hilda was inexplicably relieved. She hung up the phone, ignored the contemptuous eyes of the penguins around her, hurriedly got out of the car after the car stopped, got into Bruce's sports car, and walked towards Wayne Manor without saying goodbye to the others. direction to go.

When Hilda arrived at Wayne Manor, it was already past four o'clock in the morning.It's not yet dawn, but the night sky has gradually lightened its color and turned into a light gray. The flowing gray is as light as tulle, draped around Wayne Manor.

Hilda slowed down her movements as much as possible, stopped the car, and quickly locked the position of Bruce's bedroom - the window there was indeed open, very good!She looked around first, trying to find something to cling to, like a tree.But unfortunately, she failed to find a big enough tree to cling to.

Fortunately, Hilda has excellent jumping ability. She was gearing up and prepared to take off a few times. She inhaled, exhaled, jumped up, grabbed the railing of the balcony, and then swung on it for a while, turning over vigorously. Jumped onto the balcony successfully.

She exhaled: nice!As expected of me!

She moved her shoulders a bit, relaxing the tense muscles just now, and was going to go in to see if Bruce was still sleeping.

Hilda yawned, turned her head and glanced down casually, and inadvertently met the eyes of another person: the old butler was standing there holding a broom for an unknown amount of time.He didn't stand outside, but stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room on the first floor. It seemed that he had just gotten up early and started cleaning, but he accidentally witnessed the whole process of Hilda climbing onto Bruce's balcony.

Hilda: "..."

She silently watched the housekeeper nod slightly to her, and greeted her with mouth: "Good morning, Miss Hilda."

Hilda pursed her lips stiffly, pretending to say "good morning" to the old housekeeper calmly, then turned around and rushed into Bruce's bedroom.

Bruce was lying on the bed, obviously sleeping soundly.

Hilda jumped onto the bed, causing a violent shock, Bruce frowned, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, yawned lightly, and then smiled sweetly at Hilda: "...Baby? You go back..."

She hugged his head violently, her voice mournful: "I'm done, Bruce!"