After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda felt that Bruce seemed very interested in her work.Maybe it's because he's never been in contact with someone who worked as a bodyguard, or maybe his thrill-seeking nature makes him regard her working experience as an interesting story. In short, he always asks about her daily life casually, and Hilda, although she sometimes felt an inexplicable premonition, still obeyed her heart and told him everything he was interested in in detail.

Therefore, although Hilda left Wayne Manor and started busy work again, her communication with Bruce became more frequent.

As she thought, not long after that night, Luther found Penguin again, hoping to have a "beneficial" cooperation with him. Everyone's fantasy.

And the Penguin agreed to Luthor's invitation without any surprise, and was going to attend Luthor's annual entrepreneur gathering in Metropolis.

Facing Hilda's questioning, Penguin's reply is only: "For the sake of the distant future, we must maintain appropriate tolerance."

The more distant future, for Luthor and the Penguin, is a future without superheroes.But before that, the news frequently reported superheroes from all over the world, and even the first superhero alliance appeared—the Avengers.Everything seems to be moving towards a future that Penguin doesn't want to see.

So his actions became more and more urgent. In addition to continuing to strengthen cooperation with Luthor, the Penguin also contacted the upper class people in Gotham more frequently-finally one day, Hilda knew the ultimate direction of his series of actions.

"Mayor of Gotham?" she said in surprise. "Are you kidding me, Oswald?"

"Joke? I'm not joking, why," Coppert said dissatisfiedly, "don't you think I can't be the mayor of Gotham?"

"That's not true," Hilda replied, "but why do you suddenly want to be the mayor of Gotham? What do you want to do?"

Cobbot walked to the window and looked out at the scenery: "I just want this city to be better, Hilda. This city needs to change, can't you see it? It's no longer as peaceful and peaceful as it used to be , and now the city is full of change and desperately needs a new order, and a ruler with an iron fist."

Hilda folded her arms silently, complaining frantically in her heart.

She really couldn't figure out what the penguin was thinking about every day-be the mayor of Gotham?Originally, the current mayor is not a good thing, but at least he can be regarded as an innocent guy, and the opposite side can barely be regarded as a fig leaf, but if the Penguin comes to power, there will be one thing to say, the city image of Gotham will change. What kind of ah!

The world's first elected mayor of a part-time gangster?Give me a break!

Penguin turned to look at Hilda: "What do you think about this?"

Take people short, eat people short mouth.

Hilda applauded soullessly: "Okay, very good, under your leadership, Gotham will definitely become the most outstanding city in America."

Then she turned around and told Bruce about it.

She crossed her arms and stared at her calm boyfriend strangely: "...Why don't you look surprised at all?"

"How come?" Bruce coughed lightly, and immediately sat up a little bit straighter, pretending, "Actually, I was very surprised by this... It's just that I'm not interested in politics, in fact, no matter the mayor of Gotham City is It doesn't matter who, as long as Wayne's family is still in Gotham City, I believe that the city will not fall into real chaos."

"Is it so powerful?" Hilda looked admiringly, she leaned in front of Bruce, and sat on his lap skillfully, "It's you, my blue eyes."

She held Bruce's face with a smile, and he raised his head obediently. His blue eyes were full of affection under the light of the overhead chandelier, reminiscent of the ripples of the lake at noon. He opened his mouth to speak, But the gesture was like asking for a kiss—Hilda stopped his unspoken words with a kiss.

A wet and lingering kiss, like a waltz, you come and I sway back and forth, intimacy and affection are hidden between ears and temples.

After the kiss was over, Hilda put her arms around Bruce and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

"...Will you go to Luthor's party with Penguin?" Bruce asked in a low voice.

"Perhaps," Hilda replied, "were you invited to the Entrepreneur's Party?"

"Yes," Bruce wrapped his arms around her waist, "They invited me—it's very interesting, few people would seriously consider me an entrepreneur, although Wayne Group is indeed one of the largest companies, but... "

Hilda raised her index finger and pressed against his lips: "No but, you are the best entrepreneur."

Bruce raised the corner of his lips: "Oh, sweetheart. I'm so curious, what kind of image do I have in your heart?"

"The most handsome and omnipotent man in the world," Hilda put her hand on his chest, leaned close to Bruce's face, and kissed him on the cheek, "The most unique thing is my blue eyes."

Bruce: "So would you like to go to that party with your most unique blue eyes, Hilda?"

She froze for a moment: "Where are you going?"

"Yes." He kissed her fingertips, "For your phrase 'the best entrepreneur', I should also participate."

"Oh no," Hilda frowned, "I don't want you to go."

"Why?" He was puzzled.

Hilda: "Do you think something good will happen to the banquet where so many villains gather? Maybe it will be very dangerous."

"If you say that, I should go all the more, dear." Bruce said, "I can't let you go to such a dangerous place alone-or maybe you can not participate in this banquet?"

"Impossible." Hilda felt that her boyfriend was sometimes too naive, although this was also very cute. "The more dangerous, the more the Penguin needs my protection. And..." If there is a suitable opportunity, the Penguin will not Will easily pass up the opportunity to sell her to Luthor.

"And what?" Bruce tightened his palms slightly, pressing against Hilda's forehead, "Huh?"

"It's nothing." She didn't want to make him worry about this conjecture - there's no need, the boyfriend can just be his carefree Gotham baby.

Hilda smiled and promised him: "I'll be fine. I'm strong enough to escape from any dangerous place. I'm just worried about you, baby. If I can be by your side, then I can protect you." It’s safe, but that day, I must follow Penguin, so if any danger happens, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of you in time.”

"What a coincidence, I have the same opinion as you," Bruce raised his eyebrows, "I am a strong man, I can withdraw from dangerous situations in time, but you are different, sweetheart, no matter how strong you are, you are The one on my heart, I can't help worrying about you... what are you doing, Hilda?"

He lowered his head, staring at Hilda's hand with a vague expression, watching her pull out his tie, and then slowly undo it with one hand.

"Oh dear Bruce," she lowered her voice, "I'm just touched, so touched, I know you love me, and so do I, Babe, can you feel that?"

Bruce looked up at her silently: "...I feel it."

Hilda leisurely seemed to be savoring the dessert before the main meal, her fingers brushed over Bruce's collar, and unbuttoned the top button: "That's great, dear. I think we've reached the goal now." Consensus?"

She easily undid the second button.

——Food marrow to know taste.

The word popped into Bruce's mind, and after that night, Hilda finally stopped being tentatively curious about that kind of thing, however, she began to be very interested in it.

——It's like a teenager who has just started eating meat and doesn't know how to restrain himself.Oh no, she is.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, his head leaned on the sofa, and he let Hilda's movements go: "Hilda, do you love me?" His voice was hoarse, and he seemed a little uncertain.

"Of course," said Hilda, "doesn't my behavior speak for itself?"

Bruce laughed, and gently grabbed her hand, implying: "This can't prove 'love'."

"But," Hilda tilted her head, "this proves that I desire you. 'Adult love,' isn't that what you said?"

Bruce: "..."

"I can't always say no to you." He sighed, exchanging a hot kiss with her, "So, you want to be here?"

"No honey," she replied, "let's go to bed."

Love is nourishing.

Hilda enjoyed every moment with Bruce.

She leaned on his arm, listened to his steady heartbeat under his bare skin, and slowly closed her eyes...

The phone rang suddenly, and Hilda sat up. She couldn't help but rolled her eyes at the ceiling, skillfully rejected the call, got up and began to get dressed.

"Hilda?" Bruce yawned and raised his upper body, "...you want to go out? Don't tell me it's Penguin again."

"I'm sorry, dear," Hilda said, turning her head, "it's Penguin."

"God," Bruce covered his eyes with his hands and sighed, "I solemnly declare that he is now the most disgusting super criminal in Gotham City."

Hilda suppressed a smile and turned to kiss Bruce: "Indeed, he is really annoying."

He put down his hand and went to Lahilda: "...can you not go?"

"So do I," she replied apologetically, "but..."

Bruce let go of his hand and complained: "Sometimes I feel like I'm robbing you with Penguin, but I always can't win."

Hilda: "..."

"You mustn't think of it that way," she said, feeling totally incapable of putting Copperpot and Bruce together, "You're the one I love the most, he's just a payroll ATM that's just constantly being repaired by— - Wouldn't it be better to think so?"

Bruce laughed at her metaphor.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered another thing, she jumped out of bed, ran to the living room under his puzzled eyes, found the gift that had been prepared for a long time recently, and handed it to Bruce: "Here, don't Happy."

He opened the box, and it contained a unique blue rose brooch. This blue rose was carved from a piece of clear blue gemstone, and the layers of petals will not be placed. At first glance, it looks like the same flower. A real pocket rose, with a loose petal tip, where you can even see a tiny drop of water - it's more of a work of art than a brooch.

Bruce took out the brooch, put his fingers on the receptacle, and turned it slightly. The gem brooch was like a real blue rose, which was delicate and beautiful under the light, blooming brilliance wantonly.

Tiny H&BW lettering sits lightly on the humble torus.

He finally moved his eyes away from this amazing artwork and looked at Hilda: "Honey?"

"Maybe it's not very perfect, and it's not very precious." She was a little shy and scratched her hair. "This is carved by myself. I hope you like it."

"I like it very much." Bruce said slowly, "I've never seen a more beautiful brooch than this." He lowered his eyes, his gentle eyelashes covered his eyes as deep as a lake, and he gently pressed the brooch on Between the lips.

"I'll take it with me to the banquet soon."