After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

The police station in Gotham City is always noisy, piles of documents are placed randomly, there are traces of dried coffee in the teacup, and there is a pool of blackened blood on the corner of a table. Dust falls on it, and no one cares about it.The phone kept ringing, the operator's face was full of boredom, all kinds of wanted notices were pasted on the wall, and someone upstairs was roaring, and it reached Hilda's ears through the soundproof panel.A young police officer knocked on the door and put coffee on the table in front of her that was also piled with documents, pressing down on the front page of the newspaper. Hilda glanced at it, and it was bold and bold: "Night meeting Batman ——" She couldn't read the words after that, but could only see the words "Planet Daily" on the head of the newspaper.

She blinked, a little curious about what happened to the reporter's night meeting with Batman, but unfortunately, the police officer who checked the information did not intend to indulge her.

"Name?" The brown-skinned middle-aged police officer with a bit of fat was holding a cigarette, flipping through a page of information with his fingers.

"Hilda." Hilda sat relaxed in the armchair, looking at the surrounding environment.

"..." The other party stopped what he was doing, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Hilda, "I'm asking about your name, what's your last name?"

Knowledge blind spots.

She calmly changed her posture and raised her legs: "Oh, I don't remember either."

The police officer glanced at her, his face unchanged: "I suggest you cooperate, so that both of us can relax."

Hilda: "I really don't remember. I bumped my head once before, and my memory has declined a bit." So I forgot what the surname on the false certificate was.

The two looked at each other, as if silently competing.

"You have to find someone to bail you out." He put on a cold face, "You'd better not just forget about this."

Bruce Wayne watched Hilda being arrested by the Gotham Patrol 20 minutes after Hilda's Beggar Street fight.

How would you describe this surveillance?

It is calm and harmonious, without any physical violence or negative emotions. The whole process is like a 365-day loop on the official website of the Gotham Police Department.There was no escape, no struggle, no counterattack, only the friendly smiles and greetings of the arrested, as if they were not riding in a police car, but a parade float. The only disharmony was the vigilant and confused expression of the patrol.

It's a Chaplin pantomime.

Even Batman couldn't help but be genuinely bewildered.

As early as the first day Bruce Wayne met this girl who called herself "Hilda", her information had been checked to the bottom.It's a pity that this person is indeed mysterious enough. So far, he can only find information about the other party's sudden appearance in Gotham. Her past is blank, as if she appeared out of thin air. Coincidentally, on the day she appeared, Gotham did have An extraordinary phenomenon—the sudden storm.Bruce Wayne suspected that the other party had something to do with Superman or the other world.

Out of caution, while being busy due to the clown's escape, Batman put Hilda on hold for a while, just watched the other party's activities unwaveringly, and did not really take any action.This mysterious Miss Hilda is surprisingly adapted to life in Gotham. Except for the battle that happened on the first day in Gotham, she is surprisingly quiet in her daily life. It's hard to believe that she just An ordinary stowaway who moved here because he likes this city.

——Although it is true to make money by begging...but it is better than relying on combat power to make trouble in Gotham.

Batman originally planned to have a good "talk" with this quirky outsider today at the latest, but he didn't expect this person to send himself to the Gotham Police Station before he came to the door.

...is this some new tactic to evade Batman?

Batman's mood is a little... hard to describe.

"With all due respect, sir," the butler stood behind him at some point, bowed and put the coffee in his hand on his table with a somewhat complicated expression, "...it is not a gentleman to always pay attention to a lady's private life things that should be done."

Batman: "..."

He pressed the center of his eyebrows: "...she is an outsider, and she is a person with superpowers."

"But she is also an ordinary person who earns her living through legal means?" The butler replied politely, "For more than a month, the other party has not actively violated the law. Although this lady is an outsider without identity, I I think she can be regarded as a model Gotham citizen in spirit, especially compared to the natives of Gotham like the Joker, don't you?"

There is nothing wrong with this statement, and begging is indeed a "legal means" and "self-reliance".Batman thought.

"Maybe, when the income reaches a certain level, we can see this lady in Gotham tax hall." Alfred commented.

Pay taxes by begging?He thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel that the idea was very... punk.

"..." Batman said, "she's had a lot of violence."

"But she has never been the one who took the initiative to cause trouble," Alfred looked at the slightly stubborn and silent face printed on the screen - in his eyes, this expression has been around since that night Never stripped from this kid's face again, "Otherwise, she wouldn't be in Gotham until now. Not to mention, she never crossed that line..."

The Dark Knight was noncommittal.

"A psychic with no past. I think it needs to be observed more carefully." He whispered.

His shadow on the screen enveloped the girl's smiling face, and for some reason the housekeeper remembered Bruce Wayne's relaxed laughter that he heard in the headphones that afternoon.

That was a really good start.

"Batman is always suspicious," he said after a moment of thought, "but Bruce Wayne has a crush on her, doesn't he?"

"...Bruce Wayne is just a mask." Alfred heard the other party reply, with usual restraint and indifference, "In fact, he is no longer important."*

"You are really talented." Martina pushed open the gate of the police station heavily. The twilight merged and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face. After adapting to the slightly dim indoor environment of the police station, it took a while before he said to Hilda who was following behind with her hands in her pockets, "...It's only been a while, and I entered the Gotham Police Station. Are you going to I'm going to visit you in Arkham soon?"

"It was just an accident." Hilda shrugged, "I don't want to."

However, Martina, who had paid a large amount of bail money, felt bitter and angry, and she couldn't quickly forgive her unintentional answer: "...Yeah, I also think you don't want to. You are just begging, It's fine if you don't get any money, isn't it a bit too much to get tea at the police station?"

"Hey!" Hilda frowned dissatisfied, "Why didn't I make any money? I did."

——Is this the point?

Martina endured it: "...What about your money?"

Hilda touched her pocket subconsciously, and gasped: "Fuck! My money, bowl and cardboard are all left where they are!"

Martina: "...hehe. Why am I not surprised at all."

"It was totally an accident." Hilda said firmly, "It's okay, Bob will help me collect the money."

"Who's Bob?"

"I'm from the begging stall next door."

"Aren't you afraid that he will run away with the money?"

Hilda was stunned for a moment, then sneered, rubbed her fist, and the bone made a toothache: "...he can try."

"Okay." Martina nodded, "When you get the money, remember to return the bail money to me—otherwise I will fall into a miserable situation of being chased because I can't repay the bank loan."

Hilda: "...OK."

The two walked for a while in silence, and Martina took Hilda into the nearby McDonald's, planning to settle the dinner for the two of them.

"Bring one to Alice later," she said.

So the two of them sat in the McDonald's shop by the window and calmly ate the Spicy Chicken Drumstick Burger.

It was already late, and the street lights along the street were turned on one by one. Occasionally, passers-by passed by in a hurry, and the moon rose—but no one noticed. The neon lights surrounded the signboards in cursive English, reflecting pedestrians' faces in red and green. Somewhat grotesque.

"It's really a quiet night." Martina seemed to feel it.

It's a pity that within a few seconds of her comprehension, she heard a loud noise, and the two of them looked out the window at the same time - only to see a few men wearing clown masks in the self-service bank at the corner, quickly filling the bags with money.

Martina, who was slapped in the face as soon as she finished speaking: "..."

The two watched the development of this rampant robbery with no expression. The uniformed waiter of McDonald's happened to pass by. He couldn't help but stop and followed their eyes: "...Wow, it's the third time this month. Citibank You should regret staying in Gotham."

"Sure enough." Martina lowered her head and took a bite of the burger, "Only foreign banks dare to set up ATMs in Gotham."

"Who says no." The waiter nodded, "It is said that the people of Gotham are courageous, but I think these capitalists are much more courageous than the people of Gotham."

Hilda: "Should I call the police?"

"Call the police?" The waitress snorted, "What's the use of calling the police, it's better to call Batman. Does anyone have Batman's contact information?" She turned her head and shouted at her colleagues seriously, "Who please give Batman made a phone call, and the ATM across the street was robbed again."

She got boos.

Hilda: "...Batman should appear later."

"Maybe." Martina nodded, "He should arrive before GCPD arrives."

As soon as the words fell, a lightning-like figure crossed the streets of Gotham and broke into the robbery scene. After a quick and dazzling "battle", everything was over.Several robbers were tied up, sitting on the ground and yelling.

Hilda was full of doubts: "... Batman changed his uniform? Isn't the red and blue a bit too bright?" Not only is it bright, but for some reason, she always feels a little dizzy looking at this color, and a little too bright. Bad and unpleasant premonition—this feeling is probably like the ominous premonition that a superstitious person happens to see a black cat, and his eyelids twitch wildly.

"FUCK!" The waitress looked shocked, "I'm blind? Isn't this the Superman of Metropolis?"

Hilda: "What Metropolis?"

Martina was shocked: "What Superman? How could Superman be in Gotham? Does Batman know?!"

Hilda thought the red-and-blue guy was looking this way.

"Batman will come over later." The waitress was very sure, "Fuck! Are we about to witness Superman vs. Batman?!" She excitedly took out her phone, "If I can take a picture, I will definitely be popular!"

Hilda felt a little bored instead, and she signaled to Martina: "Let's go."

The waitress couldn't help but glanced at her: "...don't you look at it?"

"What's so interesting. I don't know Batman, and I don't know Superman," Hilda put her hands in her pockets and asked impatiently. "Unless Batman and Superman fight today and the whole of Gotham explodes, it won't matter to me." What is the impact on ordinary citizens?"