Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

what is this?

A farewell kiss?

Bruce was in a daze at the door, and his consciousness was completely disturbed by Hull's nonsensical actions.

"Hey, are you listening?" Rachel held the gift box, frowning and reminded, as if she was dissatisfied with Bruce ignoring her words.

Bruce came back to his senses, a little annoyed: "Sorry, I haven't been feeling well these days."

"Uncomfortable? I think you still have the energy to go shopping with the maid yesterday."

"Di Di-"

A car drove past the gate, and the woman inside could only faintly smile with red lips curled up.

But when she looked closely, the sunglasses completely covered most of her face.I couldn't see her expression at all, Bruce squinted, and the expression on his face sank a bit.

He pressed the thumb of his left hand to his lower lip with a little force, and his thin lips turned white.His eyes followed the car until it disappeared.

Rachel hadn't seen that look on his face almost since he got back.It seems to be forbearing, and there is some kind of... reluctance?

"Who is she? This is in your manor, I don't seem to have seen it before."

Bruce had a rule that he would never bring the dewy girls back to Wayne Manor.When Hull asked, Bruce couldn't find an excuse for a while.

He looked hesitant, and Rachel couldn't help hearing a lot of romantic news when she thought of his recent state.In all likelihood, she brought her female companion to Wayne Manor, and she didn't stay any longer, and she no longer wanted to visit the old days.

"It seems that you still have something to do, so I won't stay any longer."

Bruce called her to stop, regardless of Hull who had left: "Thank you."

Rachel thought he would say something, but she didn't expect to hear what she expected. The friendship between the two of them for so many years, they can only say these words face to face at this moment.

Rachel turned her face to the direction of her car with a cold face: "Well, that's it."

Bruce considered it again and again, facing the lady he had guarded for so many years, he still opened his mouth: "There are some things, don't be fooled by the appearance, I... will tell you what I am doing."

It was these words again, Rachel frowned delicately, opened her mouth and finally turned into a slight sigh.

"That's it, I think it's time for me to go."

Bruce looked at the direction she was leaving, but turned off the watch device on his wrist that had been vibrating slightly.

Afu came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you just letting them go?"

"Well, Hull doesn't belong here, Rachel...she has her own life, and we may not be as close as we used to be."

"Look out."

Afu looked into the hall behind him, but Hull's laughter was no longer heard.But there is always a sense of trance, as long as you don't pay attention, Hull may still appear in front of you, and exaggeratedly smirk at him: "Hahaha, I ate all the cake!"

He withdrew his gaze, and suddenly felt that this huge house looked extremely lonely.

The car Hull was driving was, of course, one he'd plucked from Batman's garage, which was so large that he might have forgotten about it.

In her hands, it's hers.

She pursed her lips, and after driving all night, she finally returned to old Mrs. Al's house.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Dear Grandma Al, your little sweetheart is back!"

The old lady Al was struggling to walk to the door with a walking stick for the blind, her eyebrows were raised in disgust under the sunglasses: "It seems that this is an uneasy home, and it is about to be overthrown."

She smiled and jumped out of the car, this is a Volvo c30, the most comfortable one she specially picked, the silver and smooth lines won her heart.

"Don't say that, I will be sad. I didn't come back empty-handed. See, you can drive this good car in the future."

Al turned back blankly: "You let a blind old lady drive, I really thank you for my eyes."

Hull smiled with eyes as bright and clear as a crescent moon. She looked at the familiar buildings and the rude way of speaking here, silently sizing up.

There is a messy environment here, loud and noisy street conversations, and even the people who come and go don't particularly hate her funny.

Bruce is really not a pleasing character, she is always disgusted by him for being so cute.

Are all handsome people so picky?She would rather see Wilson's stinky face every day. Under the red mask, she thought it was still a mask.

She put down what little luggage she had, and gave all her savings to the old lady Al.This person took her in when she had nothing. Although the roommate was abnormal, she could bear it anyway.

Well, maybe each other is putting up with it.

Al took the card and sat on the sofa listening to the voice of the shopping guide in the old TV selling: "You paid enough rent, honestly, you could have kept it for yourself."

"Ha, it's useless for me to stay. I may leave when the debt is paid off. I think, at least these and your own pension are enough for you to be a rich rogue old lady."

Al grinned, they were all passers-by, but what Hull said was warm enough.

"Tell me what you saw in Gotham City?"

"Well, it's really hard to describe. I also ate Bruce twice. You should know that he has been shown a lot on TV. Tall, handsome, gentleman, and a little bit of money."

"If I were young and had capital like you, I would take the initiative to take him down in one fell swoop. You must know that time waits for no one, and some good things should be enjoyed in time."

Hull sat on the sofa beside her, not speaking.

She closed her eyes, as if thinking about something.

Dead wood, frost, the morning will not be bright, the street lamps are dim.

A month passed in a blink of an eye, she was walking on the street, Hull had nothing but the purchase of weapons and the car, living here.He was still wearing Al's new clothes, and he still had a little fragrance of vanilla soap.

She was a little drunk, and recently she took on small business, such as teaching her ex-boyfriend a lesson, and breaking into the house to eat a piece of pizza.Earned a little money, enough for her to use for entertainment.

The death betting list in Sister Margaret's bar is always betting on which one will die first, she or Wilson, and there are even some damn people who desperately want to spend the night with her.

Mole is also always afraid of death, hiding behind the bar and watching everything happen. Sometimes she almost suspects that this guy is born to be a villain's assistant.

She sighed, and gathered the coat inside, trying to collect more warmth.

Even that slight sigh, some white melancholy.

"Deadpool is out living with his girlfriend, why don't I have a man to hang out with?" She looked up at the dark sky, but couldn't find a single star, "God..."

Deadpool finally found Francis during the days when she was away, and Hull finally saw his sexy girlfriend. This day's sa was enviable.