After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"..." The air froze.

"What did you say? What kind of job are you looking for??!" Martina stared at Hilda in the mirror and asked in disbelief.

"Begging." Hilda repeated happily.

Martina clutched her forehead, feeling like she was going to faint: "...You mean, you gave up the chance to control the neighborhood and collect protection fees easily, just to...be a beggar?"

As a decent Gotham person, Martina really can't understand this "self-defeating" approach.

"...this is crazy," she commented.

"This is the result of my deliberation," Hilda played with her fingers, "...I mean, this job is not something ordinary people can find, and I only succeeded after I defeated a competitor (Jack:...) superior."

—It's so embarrassing, Martina thought, if it was known that Hilda's daily work was begging, would anyone be afraid of her?No, this matter must be kept secret—if it is not possible, just say that begging is Hilda's hobby, and say that she is like a double-faced person, keen to use begging to test passers-by, and then use it as an excuse to kill people at will.

Yes, that's right, if you think about it carefully, there is no difference between using begging to test humanity and double-faced people tossing coins to determine fate.Doesn't it sound very Arkhamian to test the humanity of the giver by disguising himself as a weakling?So what should I call it...a beggar...?no no! !Pooh!Hold on, Martina! !This title is too rubbish! ! !

Martina gritted her teeth and thought, at this moment, she is like Hilda's agent, determined to set up Hilda's "Arkham-born" villain.

This is Gotham. Fear is a must-have quality for Gotham bosses, and a normal person will be educated by reality and cannot go to the top.

——There is also the matter of the black household, the matter of the black household must be resolved!Martina made up her mind to find a fake ID from someone she knew.

She was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, and was disturbed by all these things. The expression of the person in the mirror changed again and again. Now that she thought of a way, she finally calmed down a little: "... well, actually think about it carefully. , begging is indeed a good job. Just as long as you are happy."

She took a deep breath, put on lipstick, looked at herself in the mirror, and put on her coat: "As for me—I'm going to work now."

"Is your dancer working?" Hilda sat up excitedly. "I want to see it too. I'll go and see how your work is going."

"What's so interesting about that," Martina said, casting a quick glance at her "...it can't be any better than your new job anyway."

"Don't be discouraged." Hilda was a little proud, "After all, not everyone can be as good as me. Although your job is not as good as mine, you are now relying on me to protect you. If one day you really can't get along Yes, I can completely beg for you!"

Martina: "..." She felt that she was in a very complicated mood, and she couldn't laugh if she wanted to, and she couldn't be moved if she wanted to.

She twitched the corner of her mouth: "...Then I really thank you."

Hilda stood up spontaneously: "Let's go, I'll take you to work."

"No..." Just as Martina was about to refuse, she saw Alice in the mirror. She was sitting on the sofa, her dangling calf was shaking slightly, she was smiling, and made a slight mouth shape, so her rejection turned around. Turned a corner, "Okay."

——Is this what you "see" too?Alice?

The night shrouded Gotham, the lights were just on, and the two walked on the street.Martina gave Hilda a science popularization while walking: "Gotham is very chaotic, big and small forces are fighting against each other, such as the Diamond District, which is the penguin's territory. It's usually fine, but once you encounter Rush, you have to be careful After all, it’s not a joke to be affected. Oh, by the way, you must be careful of those lunatics in Arkham. They are more terrifying than gangsters. who?"

"I really don't know. Who is that?"

"A psychopath." Martina looked resentful. "Gotham's cancer, a bomb that can explode at any time, a terrorist who can't be treated with common sense at all.... In short, it's better to avoid this guy when you meet him."

"..." Hilda blinked, "I will try my best."

Martina frowned, then thought about it, what is Hilda afraid of?Anyway, she is a mutant who can defeat a hundred with one enemy, even if she meets a clown, she has the strength to fight.

Instead of worrying about that, worry about running into Batman.If you are targeted by Batman, you have a chance to be sent to Arkham - that's called hell on earth.Thinking of this, Martina couldn't help shivering.

What if Hilda is actually sent to Arkham by Batman?

"...Well, the most important thing is, you have to be careful of Batman." Martina was worried.

"Who's Batman?" Hilda asked back. "Arkham too?"

"No no no, of course not. On the contrary, he is a superhero." Martina sighed, "In a way, he is the scariest existence in Gotham City, if you can, don't, don't Hit him."

Hilda: "... Judging from your tone, he doesn't look like a superhero, but rather a supervillain."

"He is indeed a villain to you," Martina said blankly. "After all, you are the villain script. Isn't a superhero the villain in the eyes of the villain?"

"What nonsense." Hilda said casually, "I'm just an ordinary Gotham citizen."

"Ha," Martina teased her, "'Great Hilda'! It's only been a few days, and you've become an ordinary Gotham citizen again? Are you going to follow the law and hide your greatness? , become an ordinary tax-paying citizen?"

"I am the unique Hilda in the world, isn't that great?" Hilda asked back, "and now I am living as a citizen of Gotham, standing on the same starting point as everyone, isn't this extraordinary?"

"You're a black man," Martina pointedly said, "with all due respect, you may be a smuggled immigrant, but you are not a serious Gotham citizen anyway. In this regard, we are not standing at the same starting point, you have to stand back ,Honey."

"But I am determined to be a glorious Gotham citizen." She immediately expressed her determination, "I love Gotham."

...How ambitious, determined to become a citizen of Gotham.Martina thought with complicated emotions, hearing this yearning tone, Batman might be moved to tears.

"...Should I welcome you for Gotham?" She half-joked, "Stowaway?"

"Come to Gotham even at the risk of smuggling," Hilda said solemnly, "I think this is enough to prove my sincerity, and Gotham should of course welcome me."

"Hmm, that's true," Martina laughed, "there are so many cities in the United States. Although these cities are not considered heaven, they are all normal human beings, but you choose to smuggle into hell. It is indeed a deep love." .”

"..." Hilda fell silent, "How can Gotham be so bad?"

Martina shrugged: "Compared to the war-torn Middle East, it's really not bad? Although we are often in the 'war-torn', there is still Batman anyway."

"Is Batman strong?" Hilda asked.

"Of course." Martina said without hesitation, "Batman is the strongest superhero. After all, he is the superhero of Gotham." At this point, Martina still has a sense of city honor, "This But common sense."

Hilda was in a fog, she was not very interested, she just nodded casually: "Got it, Batman is the strongest superhero."

—It has nothing to do with me anyway.She thought indifferently, after all, I am just a law-abiding ordinary citizen in Gotham now.

The bar where Martina works is called "Under the Light".It's no different from a normal bar, with revolving lights, men and women with befuddled looks, loud music, and business under the cover of darkness.

Hilda sat in the corner, watched the sexy Martina on the stage for a while, and then boredly began to observe the people with different expressions around her.But after looking at it, it seems that there is nothing new about it, it is just the ordinary night life of ordinary earthlings.

——Wait, why do I use the title "earthling"?

Hilda was a little confused, she shook her head, thinking that it was the smoky bar that made her a little confused.So she stood up, intending to go for a stroll by the back door, to get some fresh air.

The back door of the bar is empty, and the flashing signboard is like a friendly greeting. A street lamp not far away seems to be damaged. Compared with the few sounds in the surrounding environment, compared with the noisy bar next door, it is like two worlds.

A drunk man stumbled forward, staggered and fell to the ground, leaning on the wall to vomit.

Hilda leaned against the wall quietly amidst the sound of vomiting, staring blankly at the trash can not far away. A stray cat came out of the trash can, bent over vigilantly, glanced at her, and ran away quickly.

A dim figure flashed past on the wall.Hilda paused, quickly straightened her body and looked towards the roof——

It was a black figure, silent and lonely blending into the Gotham night.

--Wow.

She whistled mentally.If she guessed correctly, is this the strongest superhero Batman?

She was really lucky to be able to meet Batman.

The drunk man was still throwing up, not knowing what he was missing.The moth still hit the lampshade ignorantly, and everything was the same as it was before Batman passed by.

Hilda looked at the figure that merged into the darkness, and she was a little eager to try. She wanted to catch up and have a look, but felt that it was too troublesome.

Thinking of this, she yawned and leaned back again.

This feeling is very strange.Perhaps, before losing her memory, she was really rarely in this lonely state.Perhaps this rare silence ignited Hilda's desire/desire to recall the past, she was contemplating, trying to pull out something from the fragmentary memories.

She remembered that she wasn't supposed to be alone, and yes, she was supposed to have company: maybe like-minded people trying to sneak into Gotham together?Hilda thought uncertainly, she seemed to remember that something happened that caused her to be separated from her companions. ……red?blue?Two flames are burning in the memory... Hiss——

"Hilda?" The back door opened, and it was Martina. "I've been looking for you for a long time—why are you here?"

"I'm out to get some air," said Hilda, rubbing her aching temples.

"It's the first time I've come to this kind of place, so I'm not used to it." Martina understood, "Okay, let's go."

"Are you done with work?" Hilda asked.

"Almost," said Martina vaguely, "—well, let's go, I'm tired."

"Hi—Martina!" The door opened again, and the brown-haired man reached out and grabbed her, "I'm looking for you."

Hilda glanced at Martina wonderingly: "Another landlord?"

"..." Martina was stunned for a moment, and then cursed in a low voice, "...fuck! In a sense, I really stopped you—Come on, Mr. Hilt, I advise you to let go of me quickly, otherwise I am not responsible for the consequences."

"What are you talking about, Miss Martina." The man named Hilter said with a smile, "I—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Hilda kicked him back to the bar. While kicking, she pulled Martina over, closed the door with a bang, and picked up a piece of rope from the ground. Go around the doorknob and the side post and make a dead knot.Maybe the one called Hilt knocked over something, and there was a curse from inside, and they were all locked in the door.

After doing this series of actions, Hilda turned her head: "...Could it be that I am actually your flower protector?"

Martina smiled: "Praise you, my dear flower protector." At the same time, she put away the revolver in her hand.

"Don't," Hilda said, "Let me tell you, it's better for this kind of thing to happen less often." She looked at Martina with some sympathy, "You are too miserable, you know, everything can't be let go." Suitors who fall in love at first sight are bad luck."

"You want to say that your luck is very good." Martina glanced at her, "Think about it, this should be your first official day in Gotham, not only did you find a job, but you also found love at first sight So efficient. So, what are you going to do tomorrow? Get married?"

"Oh, I would like to." Hilda looked regretful.

Martina, who originally wanted to complain, said, "..."

She walked down the steps and motioned for Hilda to follow: "Go back."

Hilda walked behind slowly, and their shadows intertwined: "Oh, by the way, I saw Batman just now."

"What?" Martina turned her head abruptly, "Where? When?"

"Just before you came out," said Hilda, "a dark, bat-like figure went over the bar. I suppose it was Batman."

"You're really lucky." Martina was a little shocked, "...Do you want to buy a lottery ticket? Not everyone can meet Batman casually."

"Forget it," Hilda said nonchalantly, "it's a coincidence at best, if one day Batman can become friends with me by accident after knowing what I did, then it will be God's blessing. Bad luck turns good, and it won't be too late for you to say that I'm lucky."

Martina: "..."