Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

Going to the city center this time didn't waste too much time, and even Hull's pale face gradually returned to rosy, but after all, it was a little worse than when he was not injured before.

She hugged her chest and looked at the red light ahead.

Now Bruce wants to show off his presence even more.With the roof removed, they could not escape the sight of others sitting in the sports car.

She also wore a maid's white lace headband on her head, and she sat on the seat reluctantly and looked around.

"If you want to leave, I advise you to think more about what to buy next."

Hull slapped him on the arm, slapping Bruce for a moment.Hull didn't react and wanted to fight back, and Hull looked helpless.

She stretched out her index finger and tapped her pink lips: "I said, don't think about me so horny all the time, okay? If I want to leave, I won't be under your nose. Besides, your wrist is pretending It’s out of the surveillance range.”

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and focused on the red light ahead.

The eyes of the policeman who was directing the traffic lit up: "Hey, isn't this the kid from the Wayne family?"

Standing beside him was Gordon who had just finished handling the robbery case. He was not at all interested in this young man who was idle all day long and loved romance, so he just responded in a low voice: "Yes."

"Look at the girl in his car, she is really on time, tsk tsk is still a maid. The scene between the young master and the maid is really old-fashioned."

To Hull's ears, this scarlet misunderstanding was particularly harsh.

She beat her chest in resentment: "God, you sent a thunderbolt to strike me, when will the villain and the lightbringer be tied up and make pornographic news."

The corners of Bruce's mouth twitched, obviously dissatisfied with her deep dislike.He didn't say anything yet, but it was all taken up by Hull.

"If you're so sad, I might as well treat you to a big meal."

Bruce spoke softly to her rarely, unlike Batman who usually tied Hull up all the time.Even Hull's eyes widened, and he scratched his hair in disbelief: "I heard that right, you actually want to buy me something to eat!"

Bruce: "..."

Is he a sadistic employer in Hull's mind, or the kind who doesn't even eat? ? ?

Even though Hull was flattered by his impromptu meal, she was completely used to it in a high-end French restaurant.Even sitting across from Bruce, looking at the menu with relish.

"With all due respect, these dishes are really ridiculously expensive."

The waiter who was standing aside and waiting to order raised his eyebrows.

"Tsk, why do you suddenly have a craving for sushi?"

The pen in the waiter's hand also scratched vigorously across the white paper.

"It feels like after a meal, all I eat is gold. Master, it might be better if you string me a diamond necklace directly."

The waiter's whole portrait flickered, and she felt that the maid in front of her was looking for stabs.

Bruce has long been used to her off-the-cuff thinking, flipping through the menu in front of him casually.Flicking his fingers in the air, the waiter steadied his figure and stepped forward to serve with a hint of shyness: "I am happy to serve you, Mr. Wayne."

"Please bring me two of today's best recommended packages, and if the lady needs anything else, prepare them for her."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the waiter's eyes. She had just looked at Hull with disdain since she was seated.A maid, just a plaything, talking shamelessly here, thinking she is a classy person.Unexpectedly, Bruce, who had been sitting by the side, saw everything in his eyes even though he was calm.

The waiter was ashamed that Mr. Wayne saw all his face, and when he exited, he quickly called other waiters to help replace the next service.

Hull crossed his legs and didn't care much: "Master, you have to be gentle with girls."

"For you, these things don't work."

"..."

Daringly, she was originally defined as pragmatism.

It was rare for Hull to get along with Bruce so face-to-face and at close range, and when she quieted down, she felt a little uncomfortable in her hands and feet.She propped her chin up, and the black and white maid outfit made her look not inferior, but playful and girlish.She always dresses casually, and she is comfortable in their blind old lady's clothes.

She turned her head to look at the people around her, and many eyes fell on them.

Bruce's predetermined position is not conspicuous, but his identity and face are too well known.No matter where he goes, the audience will notice him.Even Hull was also affected.

The fragrance of clothes and the shadows on the temples, the lights interlaced.

The well-dressed men and women who boasted of being elegant were talking in a low voice, their eyes cast on Hull, and then they laughed and whispered again.

"Look, that girl is so pretty."

"Oh, it's just a plaything, consuming my youth and appearance."

"It's so funny, no education at all, rude and funny eating!"

"Garbage, scum! A parasite attached to others."

"Bang!" The goblet in Bruce's hand fell heavily on the table, blocking all sound.

Hull, who was struggling to cut the medium-rare steak, was taken aback, and even the small piece of steak that he had worked so hard to bring to his mouth fell from the silver-plated fork to the plate again.

However, Hull still looked confused: "Bear boy, don't make trouble while eating!"

Bruce raised his eyelids and stopped the red wine she was reaching for to drink: "You're hurt, don't drink these."

She stubbornly stretched out her hand to pick up the wine glass, and wrapped her hand with a knuckle-knuckle palm, which was warm, dry and strong.

Hull was a little annoyed and withdrew his hand.

Bruce ignored her sudden tantrum and continued to slice the steak gracefully.

The atmosphere once again changed from the previous tense state to relaxed and casual, and the previous gossip and sarcasm were no longer there.

Hull put his eyes on the steak on the table again, and the two touched their hands together earlier.Hull's heart beat obviously faster, and she couldn't breathe.This chest tightness made her stare at the dinner plate for a long time without moving, and she cursed inwardly, this Batman, who suffered a thousand dollars, actually made her...

Before he recovered, a hand stretched out from his sight, and put her skewered steak in front of him.In front of her was a plate of neatly cut steaks.

"Let's have a good meal. I've already contacted someone for the things I want to buy. After eating later, the ingredients should be ready and we'll go back."

"Oh……"

Hull was about to resist, but he was so disturbed by his actions that he couldn't speak out.It's like a fist hitting cotton.This lump of soft cotton named Bruce defeated her even the desire to pick pricks.