Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

Hull's ability has always been a mystery, and Bruce didn't ask much, which doesn't mean he's not curious.

"It must have been scary at the time, blood rushed out of my body." Hull held the coffee, his mouth was still hot, "It may not be that I just want to save people, maybe I just can't get used to these damn robbers actually So unprofessional."

There were coffee utensils in a mess on the table. Hull didn't get up to help clean it up, but just watched Bruce busy.

"No, you are not, your purpose was very clear at the time."

Bruce wiped the moisture from his hands and packed everything before taking a sip of the black coffee on the table.

"Whatever you want."

Hull lowered her head and tasted it. This is the coffee made by Batman. She never thought of such an opportunity in her previous life.

The hem of the skirt was pressed under her body, and she didn't care about the discomfort at all.

Bruce took advantage of the time when she didn't look over, carefully watching her face.

Light pink lips, a straight nose, and those light gray eyes seemed to have stars trapped in them.Sometimes he always wondered if Hull's innocent and pure expression could deceive Afu, and whether the culprit was these eyes.

With such pure eyes, like a puppy looking at you wetly, it is difficult for people to be on guard.

Fair skin, like a porcelain doll.She was born a little petite, and this delicacy is more convincing than those who have been modified later.

He put the coffee into his mouth mechanically, recalling a ridiculous idea in his mind.

If Hull hadn't had such a tragic childhood, would he be a well-protected child bathed in the sun.She deserves this, and her heart is still warm even though she grew up in an environment where the jungle preys on the jungle.

In order to save people, he is willing to be shot.

For the sake of the mother and daughter, even if Bruce took away all the weapons as a consequence, he still had to take a risk.

It was the same last time, the old lady was willing to come forward even if she scraped up a hundred dollars.How can such a person be so contradictory in the ups and downs of the killer industry?

"master."

Hull suddenly looked up at him, his eyes flickered with sincerity by the warm light.

He unconsciously followed her steps and answered, "Huh?"

"I'm tired and want to sleep."

Bruce: "..."

He knew it, and it was indeed sincere.

"Go, sweet dream."

"Well, good dream."

If he knew, he would be woken up by Hull the next day.He wouldn't put Hull back to sleep so early last night, at least, it would be so hard that she couldn't run over to lift his quilt at eight o'clock in the morning the next day.

Hull was in high spirits, with his hips crossed, and his face was refreshed: "Master, it's time for you to get up."

Bruce was not only reading in the study last night, but was sober and put away his cynical state during the day.Instead, he calmly analyzed the data he should have in his hands. The terrorist gas had been completely detected by Fox, and he felt bad emotions rising.Perhaps it is more than that simple to save the criminals in the prison, and new events will be involved after the Scarecrow.

He kept busy until four o'clock in the morning before lying in bed, closing his eyes and thinking of Hull's expression, he spent the whole day with this woman.

For a whole day, he seemed to have seen through this person's temperament, but it seemed that he hadn't seen anything clearly, only a little gap was torn on the surface, and he hadn't had time to see the truth in detail.

There was the patter of rain outside, and his thoughts flew away.

Bruce didn't even look at her, rolled over and pulled the quilt over his head.

After that, only the sound of even breathing gradually rose.

Hull crossed his hips, with a smile on his face, a little stiff.

she:"……"

Is this person ignoring her so much now? ? ?

She was evil from the guts, and Bruce, who was still sleeping soundly, didn't know his impending pain.

She walked over slowly, tiptoeing closer to Bruce's bed.Bruce didn't hear Hull's noisy voice with a strange laugh, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his drowsy consciousness immediately entered a deep sleep time.

The wind outside the window carried moist fresh air, and Bruce breathed a rare ease.

He suddenly opened his eyes, naturally vigilant. According to his understanding, Hull would not be the kind of person who would easily give up the opportunity to tease him.

"Hey you……"

He turned his head, and Hull's face was close at hand.

She put her hands on the bed with a smile, and the arc of her bow gave him the illusion that he was about to be eaten.

Hull sat down, stretched out his index finger and said with a serious face: "First, I don't call you hello. My name is..."

"Get off my bed!" Bruce reacted and sat up quickly, no matter how serious or serious the expression on her face was at the moment, how strange this action looked!

How could Hull do it obediently, she got up and controlled Bruce's movement to push her off the bed, and tightly hugged Bruce's waist under the quilt with both hands.

She gritted her teeth and carried it desperately: "Even if you yell and break your throat, no one will come to save you. If you dare to yell, I will take off the only fig leaf you have left."

There was already danger in Bruce's eyes, but Hull didn't know it yet.She did it on purpose, trying her best to annoy him, hoping to be kicked out by him quickly.

He tried his best to restrain his anger, slowed down his breathing, and held the clothes at the back of her neck in one hand, and the two changed their priorities instantly.

Hull was lifted up abruptly by him, she was taken aback, her hand dropped awkwardly in the air, and then touched her chin instead.

"You are so strong, and you don't really see you eating spinach... Sure enough, Popeye is a lie, and canned spinach is just a rumor!"

Bruce stared into her eyes, fixed on her playful expression.

Perhaps the look in his eyes was too serious, which caught Hull in a daze.

She opened her mouth: "Bruce, to be honest, let me go. This kind of life is not suitable for me. I live in a world of fighting and darkness. You have too much trouble here, don't think that I am kind-hearted to save people , no, I know where I stand."

Bruce didn't speak, but lowered his eyes and threw her out the door.

"It seems that I need to pay attention to the movement when I go upstairs." Afu appeared at the corner of the corridor with a smile on his plate.

The two were fighting on the bed for a while, their clothes were crooked, their hair was messy, and there was silence between the two of them.

Afu felt that he had disturbed all possible clips, and even had a small theater in his mind.

When Hull saw him, the corner of his mouth was already smiling: "Ah~ Afu has seen me seduce the master, it seems that I can restrain these small actions in the future."

Afu looked at the expressionless Bruce and smiled: "Please don't give up because of me, I didn't see anything just now."

Bruce endured it, and finally handled Hull lightly. When she stood still, she directly "popped" on Bruce's thin lips, and jumped to the first floor through the window.

Afu hurriedly looked down from the window, Hull landed safely, and even accidentally broke his foot.She didn't care, turned her legs and waved to him: "I'm fine, I'll leave the rest to you, Afu."

Aff: "...?"