After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]
Chapter 90 Mutant Light
"What?" Bruce stayed where he was, his eyes froze for a moment. He was holding a glass of wine, but now he took a sip stiffly, as if trying to calm himself down, "...Superman agreed to join this group that has not yet been organized and An alliance with no plans at all?"
——No, it's impossible.
He stared at Hilda's lips, never expecting a negative answer from her as much as now.
Unfortunately, things backfired.
"Yes." Hilda nodded casually, "Why are you so surprised, our organization is full of prospects, and Superman will never miss it if he has a little foresight."
Bruce closed his eyes: No, he just thought there was something wrong with the Kryptonian's head who agreed to join this three-no organization.
"However, he has one other request."
Bruce immediately regained his energy, and couldn't help putting a smile on his face: "Really? What does he want?" Sure enough, things are never that simple——
"He hopes to change the name of our organization. Maybe Kryptonians don't like black." Hilda shrugged. "He proposed to call it the League of Light."
Bruce: The smile fades away.jpg
- There must be something wrong with the Kryptonians' brains.
"I think the League of Light sounds too old-fashioned," she said, sitting down and holding her face. "It seems that Superman is not good at naming names at all. ... Now we can only pin all our hopes for this mission on the remaining one." Let’s hope that Wonder Woman can resolve our disagreement on the naming issue in one fell swoop.”
Bruce reminded: "Actually, you can also ask Batman for his opinion."
"Ah?" She paused, "Haven't we already used Batman's naming rights?"
Bruce: "..." No, it was used by you alone.
He decided to change the subject: "So, you've already invited Wonder Woman?"
"Not yet," Hilda replied, "I don't have her contact information, but she knew Professor Xavier, and I had the phone number of his school before, so I contacted the professor and wanted to ask He wanted a phone number, and he said he would have to get permission from Wonder Woman before he could give me her number. So I'm still waiting for his call... However, I have a strong hunch that Wonder Woman will agreed to join us."
Bruce: "...but have you noticed a problem, honey."
"what is the problem?"
"The main members of this team," he puts it gently, "are actually not familiar with each other." If there is no trust between the members, then the superhero alliance is just a joke.
"You mean..." Hilda rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "we should organize some team building activities?"
Bruce: "..."
Hilda: "I was going to just be a grim cash machine...now organizing events? Oh my god."
Bruce looked at her, falling silent.
She thought about the scene for a while, and was a little reluctant: "No, forget it, I just want to find a home for the Cosmic Cube, if I want to organize activities... I would rather hold the Cosmic Cube by myself."
He couldn't help laughing, looked at Hilda, and said lazily, "That's right - paying for superheroes? Forget it."
"So, the team is formed like this." Hilda said, "I will hand over the Cosmic Cube to Batman later."
"Why not just give it to Superman?"
"I don't believe in these aliens." She glanced up, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, showing a little indifference. "Who knows which planet's interests are the first in their hearts?"
Bruce agrees with this point of view: Although Superman has been promoted to the position of "God on Earth" in the minds of people on earth now, reasonable people know that Superman is just an alien in essence.Although this alien seems to have a very high sense of morality and justice, and is very friendly to the earth, no one knows what position this mysterious alien will choose when faced with a critical choice.
That's the crux of the matter, no one understands this Kryptonian who suddenly appears in Metropolis.Even Batman...
"So," he looked at Hilda, "babe, how did you get in touch with Superman?"
She replied curtly, "I called his name."
Bruce: "Superman doesn't respond to everyone who calls his name, and New York is not in his jurisdiction... It seems that he still pays attention to you." His tone was sour, he was pretending, but he couldn't tell the difference Are these words mixed with real feelings?
Hilda looked at him in surprise, then smiled. She stood up and put her hands around Bruce's neck: "What? Are you jealous?"
"Superman is in good shape." He looked down at Hilda, his voice slowed down, "I remember, in the video Tony took for me before, you worked together briefly?"
"How can he compare to you? My dear Bruce," Hilda watched his expression with interest, "he's not my type."
"He also has a pair of blue eyes. Speaking of which, the color of the Cosmic Cube is somewhat similar to his eyes."
"What nonsense." She said righteously, "Are the Kryptonian's eyes blue? I didn't even notice it. I always thought his eyes were green."
Bruce: There's no need to tell such nonsense.
He sighed, looking melancholy, and put his hand on Hilda's cheek: "I'm just worried—are you familiar?"
"Not at all," said Hilda, "only he owes me money, and that's why he came in time."
"Owe money?" He paused and looked at her with concern, "What's going on——"
"A small accident, it has been resolved." She stamped his lips, fingers like vines, skillfully burrowed into the hem of his jacket.
"... Hilda."
"Aren't you worried that Superman's figure is better than yours?" Hilda put on a serious look, "I'm just measuring it for you. After all, your own judgment must not be as objective as mine."
She is very objective and fair, out of a rigorous attitude and kindness to help others, and never thinks of anything else!Her fingers measured every inch like a measure word, and she was careful not to mess up Bruce's clothes at all.If others don't look carefully, they won't see anything strange at all, they will only feel that the two are standing face to face, and suspect that the two are in a stalemate.
Bruce: "..."
He frowned, and raised his hands on both sides several times, trying to stop Hilda's movements, but he habitually endured them, and finally just lightly landed on Hilda's waist. He closed his eyes helplessly, and in the silent calm, he didn't know what the hand hidden under the clothes was doing. on Hilda's shoulders.
The corners of Hilda's lips curled up, obviously very satisfied with Bruce's reaction. She became more dedicated, measuring Bruce's figure with concentration, and occasionally reported a few figures to show her professionalism.As she was measuring, Hilda couldn't help licking the corners of her dry lips: Sometimes, she really felt that Bruce's figure didn't match his face that well - he obviously had an Adonis-like handsome face His face, but under the clothes, there is a figure comparable to a soldier. When she hugs him, she always suspects that what she is hugging is a warm but hard wall. Maybe it is because of this that she is so I like to see him show a different expression on the bed - no one doesn't like to conquer a heroic warrior, watching him endure, struggle, and finally sink completely.
"Hilda..." His breath was on the side of her neck.
"I am," Hilda replied.
——At this moment, he finally stopped asking those boring questions. Superheroes or Superhero League, in the end, they are just spices in life. Why is it so important?
She doesn't care that he supports superheroes, as long as he can make her happy, even if he wants to be a superhero on a whim, she can help him realize it, but now?Keep superheroes away from them.
Under Bruce's heavy breathing, this professional and objective measurement has come to an end, Hilda slowly pulled out her hand, pretending to be polite: "...Then, my measurement work is over, dear Mr. Wayne. Would you like to know the result of the comparison immediately?"
——If she hadn't groped all the way down when she pulled out her hand, and even squeezed his waist with some insatiable desire, Bruce Wayne might have believed her gesture.
He ground his teeth secretly: "Okay, tell me."
"Superman can't compare to you, my sir." The impartial referee cleared his throat and replied, "Whether it's the chest, or the waist, or..."
Bruce stopped her next words, he picked up Hilda, took her around, and fell to the sofa behind her, her skirt bloomed like flowers, Hilda laughed out loud, she still buttoned Bruce It seemed that everything was extremely interesting—whether it was everything that happened just now, or everything that was about to happen next.
"You know Superman very well?" He put an arm on Hilda's face, lowered his head and kissed her lips expressionlessly, bit her lip when he left, rubbed it punitively, and then slowly let go.
Hilda stared at him, observing this familiar yet unfamiliar man with great interest—it turned out that Bruce looked serious and angry like this, which looked different from his usual.
Her fingertips lightly touched the corners of the earth man's eyes. He looked so beautiful, yet so fragile.
So weak that she could kill him easily if she wanted to.
She raised her head, chased after Bruce's lips, and confirmed the real existence of the person in front of her with a kiss: "I only know you, baby, are you happy now?"
Bruce answered her question with action.
——No, it's impossible.
He stared at Hilda's lips, never expecting a negative answer from her as much as now.
Unfortunately, things backfired.
"Yes." Hilda nodded casually, "Why are you so surprised, our organization is full of prospects, and Superman will never miss it if he has a little foresight."
Bruce closed his eyes: No, he just thought there was something wrong with the Kryptonian's head who agreed to join this three-no organization.
"However, he has one other request."
Bruce immediately regained his energy, and couldn't help putting a smile on his face: "Really? What does he want?" Sure enough, things are never that simple——
"He hopes to change the name of our organization. Maybe Kryptonians don't like black." Hilda shrugged. "He proposed to call it the League of Light."
Bruce: The smile fades away.jpg
- There must be something wrong with the Kryptonians' brains.
"I think the League of Light sounds too old-fashioned," she said, sitting down and holding her face. "It seems that Superman is not good at naming names at all. ... Now we can only pin all our hopes for this mission on the remaining one." Let’s hope that Wonder Woman can resolve our disagreement on the naming issue in one fell swoop.”
Bruce reminded: "Actually, you can also ask Batman for his opinion."
"Ah?" She paused, "Haven't we already used Batman's naming rights?"
Bruce: "..." No, it was used by you alone.
He decided to change the subject: "So, you've already invited Wonder Woman?"
"Not yet," Hilda replied, "I don't have her contact information, but she knew Professor Xavier, and I had the phone number of his school before, so I contacted the professor and wanted to ask He wanted a phone number, and he said he would have to get permission from Wonder Woman before he could give me her number. So I'm still waiting for his call... However, I have a strong hunch that Wonder Woman will agreed to join us."
Bruce: "...but have you noticed a problem, honey."
"what is the problem?"
"The main members of this team," he puts it gently, "are actually not familiar with each other." If there is no trust between the members, then the superhero alliance is just a joke.
"You mean..." Hilda rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "we should organize some team building activities?"
Bruce: "..."
Hilda: "I was going to just be a grim cash machine...now organizing events? Oh my god."
Bruce looked at her, falling silent.
She thought about the scene for a while, and was a little reluctant: "No, forget it, I just want to find a home for the Cosmic Cube, if I want to organize activities... I would rather hold the Cosmic Cube by myself."
He couldn't help laughing, looked at Hilda, and said lazily, "That's right - paying for superheroes? Forget it."
"So, the team is formed like this." Hilda said, "I will hand over the Cosmic Cube to Batman later."
"Why not just give it to Superman?"
"I don't believe in these aliens." She glanced up, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, showing a little indifference. "Who knows which planet's interests are the first in their hearts?"
Bruce agrees with this point of view: Although Superman has been promoted to the position of "God on Earth" in the minds of people on earth now, reasonable people know that Superman is just an alien in essence.Although this alien seems to have a very high sense of morality and justice, and is very friendly to the earth, no one knows what position this mysterious alien will choose when faced with a critical choice.
That's the crux of the matter, no one understands this Kryptonian who suddenly appears in Metropolis.Even Batman...
"So," he looked at Hilda, "babe, how did you get in touch with Superman?"
She replied curtly, "I called his name."
Bruce: "Superman doesn't respond to everyone who calls his name, and New York is not in his jurisdiction... It seems that he still pays attention to you." His tone was sour, he was pretending, but he couldn't tell the difference Are these words mixed with real feelings?
Hilda looked at him in surprise, then smiled. She stood up and put her hands around Bruce's neck: "What? Are you jealous?"
"Superman is in good shape." He looked down at Hilda, his voice slowed down, "I remember, in the video Tony took for me before, you worked together briefly?"
"How can he compare to you? My dear Bruce," Hilda watched his expression with interest, "he's not my type."
"He also has a pair of blue eyes. Speaking of which, the color of the Cosmic Cube is somewhat similar to his eyes."
"What nonsense." She said righteously, "Are the Kryptonian's eyes blue? I didn't even notice it. I always thought his eyes were green."
Bruce: There's no need to tell such nonsense.
He sighed, looking melancholy, and put his hand on Hilda's cheek: "I'm just worried—are you familiar?"
"Not at all," said Hilda, "only he owes me money, and that's why he came in time."
"Owe money?" He paused and looked at her with concern, "What's going on——"
"A small accident, it has been resolved." She stamped his lips, fingers like vines, skillfully burrowed into the hem of his jacket.
"... Hilda."
"Aren't you worried that Superman's figure is better than yours?" Hilda put on a serious look, "I'm just measuring it for you. After all, your own judgment must not be as objective as mine."
She is very objective and fair, out of a rigorous attitude and kindness to help others, and never thinks of anything else!Her fingers measured every inch like a measure word, and she was careful not to mess up Bruce's clothes at all.If others don't look carefully, they won't see anything strange at all, they will only feel that the two are standing face to face, and suspect that the two are in a stalemate.
Bruce: "..."
He frowned, and raised his hands on both sides several times, trying to stop Hilda's movements, but he habitually endured them, and finally just lightly landed on Hilda's waist. He closed his eyes helplessly, and in the silent calm, he didn't know what the hand hidden under the clothes was doing. on Hilda's shoulders.
The corners of Hilda's lips curled up, obviously very satisfied with Bruce's reaction. She became more dedicated, measuring Bruce's figure with concentration, and occasionally reported a few figures to show her professionalism.As she was measuring, Hilda couldn't help licking the corners of her dry lips: Sometimes, she really felt that Bruce's figure didn't match his face that well - he obviously had an Adonis-like handsome face His face, but under the clothes, there is a figure comparable to a soldier. When she hugs him, she always suspects that what she is hugging is a warm but hard wall. Maybe it is because of this that she is so I like to see him show a different expression on the bed - no one doesn't like to conquer a heroic warrior, watching him endure, struggle, and finally sink completely.
"Hilda..." His breath was on the side of her neck.
"I am," Hilda replied.
——At this moment, he finally stopped asking those boring questions. Superheroes or Superhero League, in the end, they are just spices in life. Why is it so important?
She doesn't care that he supports superheroes, as long as he can make her happy, even if he wants to be a superhero on a whim, she can help him realize it, but now?Keep superheroes away from them.
Under Bruce's heavy breathing, this professional and objective measurement has come to an end, Hilda slowly pulled out her hand, pretending to be polite: "...Then, my measurement work is over, dear Mr. Wayne. Would you like to know the result of the comparison immediately?"
——If she hadn't groped all the way down when she pulled out her hand, and even squeezed his waist with some insatiable desire, Bruce Wayne might have believed her gesture.
He ground his teeth secretly: "Okay, tell me."
"Superman can't compare to you, my sir." The impartial referee cleared his throat and replied, "Whether it's the chest, or the waist, or..."
Bruce stopped her next words, he picked up Hilda, took her around, and fell to the sofa behind her, her skirt bloomed like flowers, Hilda laughed out loud, she still buttoned Bruce It seemed that everything was extremely interesting—whether it was everything that happened just now, or everything that was about to happen next.
"You know Superman very well?" He put an arm on Hilda's face, lowered his head and kissed her lips expressionlessly, bit her lip when he left, rubbed it punitively, and then slowly let go.
Hilda stared at him, observing this familiar yet unfamiliar man with great interest—it turned out that Bruce looked serious and angry like this, which looked different from his usual.
Her fingertips lightly touched the corners of the earth man's eyes. He looked so beautiful, yet so fragile.
So weak that she could kill him easily if she wanted to.
She raised her head, chased after Bruce's lips, and confirmed the real existence of the person in front of her with a kiss: "I only know you, baby, are you happy now?"
Bruce answered her question with action.
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