After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

The atmosphere at this moment is indeed a bit awkward, at least the normal atmosphere that Batman created at the beginning is gone.

The culprit was unaware of this, and just stared at Batman intently, waiting for him to explain his purpose.

Batman rarely feels tricky: "..."

Seeing his silence, Hilda began to get angry: "...I heard that Batman always likes to drive people out of Gotham. Are you here to drive me away?"

Before Batman could answer, she immediately continued on her own: "But I'm a law-abiding Gotham citizen now, you don't have the right to drive me away, do you?"

"You're not from Gotham," Batman said. "Where the hell are you from?"

"I don't know." Hilda spread her hands out honestly. Under Martina's persistent science popularization, she already knew what a smart control freak the city's superhero Batman is. I know, so she didn't bother to lie, "Since you came back to find me, you must have checked me. I lost my memory and don't remember anything.... If you can really find out something, I hope you Tell me, so I don't have to bother to find the truth myself."

It has to be said that this attitude was somewhat unexpected to Batman.Perhaps because he was used to "excessive" vigilance, he thought that the best possibility was that the other party refused to cooperate and remained silent, so Hilda's cooperation really made him at a loss for a second.

Fortunately, no one noticed this.

Batman stepped forward: "You..."

Almost instantly, Hilda took a step back and formed a confrontational posture with him.

She looked a little wary: "... I heard Batman doesn't hit people casually, and I'm wearing slippers now-you won't do it with me, will you?"

"..."

Okay, this is really a turn of events, and this time it's the other party's turn to be wary of his malicious intentions.

"I need an answer, Walker." His voice was hoarse. "What do you remember about yourself?"

"I only remember my first name." Hilda said sincerely, "Besides... you know, even the last name you call is fake. I am willing to cooperate with you, Batman, not for other people Yes, just because I still want to live in this city as an ordinary person."

"An ordinary guy who entered the Gotham Police Department in less than a month?"

"How many people in Gotham haven't entered the Gotham Police Department?" She responded quickly, "And this time it's not my fault, if no one came to provoke me, I should have been begging on the street in peace instead of wasting money." Time to wrestle with a police officer about bail!"

Batman: "You're not restless... are you going to expect me to believe you're really just out to take out the trash?"

Hilda opened her mouth, but found that she had no way to refute this matter. She could only be silent for a while, and said firmly: "...Actually, this is another form of maintaining regional peace. As far as the result is concerned, I Not bad, isn't it?"

"I know exactly what the situation is. You also know in your heart whether it's just or not." The dark knight said coldly, "That's blackmail."

— That's not blackmail, that's robbery.Hilda retorted inwardly, she would never deny it, but so what?

"You're sliding into the abyss." He said, "Maybe I won't be able to strike at you right now, but if you continue, maybe one day in the future, I will send you into Arkham with my own hands."

Hilda was indifferent: "Then, I'll just wait for that 'someday', Mr. Batman."

The two fell into a confrontation.

"There is no justice in me, sir," she said, "as you can see, I am a man without a past, and therefore appear slippery and irresistible. . . . There is nothing I can do but wish you find me soon my weakness, stop me from sliding into the abyss before I do something worthy of being sent to Arkham by you."

"...Otherwise, who knows what terrible things a person like me will do in the future?" She smiled provocatively at the dark knight.

But he just looked at the other party silently, repeating what he had done countless times, and left a cold sentence: "I will keep an eye on you, Walker."

--That's ridiculous.Staring at her?Or did he threaten her not to continue her "side job"?

Hilda sat cross-legged on the ground, gnawed the last bite of the apple angrily, looked left and right to find the trash can, and Bob on her left immediately took the core with a flattering attitude of "passing the big guy a cigarette" and gave it to him. She handed over the tissues.

Hilda did not refuse his attentions.She wiped her hands calmly, then turned to look at Bob: "Can I trouble you?"

Bob's hypocritical and flattering smile like industrial saccharine immediately added a bit of sincerity: "...Look at what you said, I am willing to perform some trivial services for a powerful lady like you, I wish I could always Keep serving you——Unfortunately, I used to rely on begging to earn a meager income to maintain my own needs, but I never thought that I was targeted by bullies. They robbed all my money and income. Continue to saddle you, so I have no choice but to ask you here, hoping to get a little help..."

The beggars around were stunned by this low-level and embarrassing "compliment" as soon as they heard the beginning. They couldn't help but look disgusted and looked away.Only Hilda, who seemed to have a filter effect on this low-quality flattery, heard the last sentence without any fluctuations, and then nodded: "You want me to help you get the money back?"

Bob's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together: "Can I get the money back too?! Cough cough, I mean, it would be great if it could be done—"

Hilda stood up with her hands on her knees, bent down and grabbed the jingling coins and stuffed them into her pants pocket, then raised her chin to Bob: "Lead the way."

"It's just—" She raised the corners of her mouth without smiling, "I'm not in a good mood today."

--staring at me?Then just keep an eye on it.

What's so hard about picking up a bunch of mobs?Hilda thought while throwing the man to the ground hard.Is this what Batman does every day?Oh no, in his opinion, this is the daily "job" of the criminals he should deal with - Hilda grabbed the tattooed man by the neckline with both hands, lifted him off the ground, and bumped his legs while begging .

Whether it was the dull sound of the collision of the guns or the mixed smell of blood and sweat, they were all so familiar to Hilda.Repeatedly she has done this countless times, so every movement is remembered by the body.

—Either I used to be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good like Batman, or on the contrary, I am a complete villain.

Bob watched the entire "slaughter" almost dumbfounded, he almost trembled, and then realized that Hilda was his backer, so his face blushed with excitement, and he even immediately became complacent, trotting all the way to Hilda handed the water: "...I just don't know how to thank you—"

"Then you shut up." Hilda said wearily. She didn't sweat, but a drop of blood splashed on her face when she didn't notice. She raised her hand to wipe away the coolness.Seeing the blood on her fingertips, Hilda's expression became colder to the naked eye. Although she would never admit it, there was a small voice deep in her heart that could not be ignored, telling her over and over again: such a deliberate act How boring and childish it is, only children in the rebellious period will do certain behaviors just to "against" someone.Realizing this undoubtedly made her a little embarrassed at the moment.

"Don't follow me." She said, turned around and left.

The wind at the entrance of the alley stirred up her long hair, and a manhole cover was opened at will, bringing in the disgusting and dirty smell of underground sewage. Several drunks in rags were curled up and lying on the side of the street with wine bottles in their hands. Dirty homeless kids are rummaging through trash cans.The sky is gloomy, and beyond all the turmoil in front of you, you can only see dark skyscrapers like dark clouds made of reinforced concrete, like another completely different Gotham, showing its dreamlike existence.

Really boring.She puts the hood on in one hand, thinking wearily that all this she's doing is so boring, money does matter, but once needs are covered, its status naturally declines.Isn't life more important than money?Wouldn't it be more exciting for her to get out of this monotonous pattern of life and find new pleasures than to live a single, repetitive life for steady money?Couldn't something new come along in time to give her a little different color?

She stopped, and at some point, she had walked out of those intertwined and complicated streets, and in front of her eyes was a well-ordered and bustling urban area. Where are the hotels, theaters and those here?Hilda didn't know.The wind brought passionate singing, so she looked over——

It was a small square not far from the theater, and a small band was performing a street performance:

"...Beenahellofaride (though on the road to hell,)

But I'm thinking it's time to grow (but I'm thinking it's time to grow)

Everybodycomehang, let'sgooutwithabang!

bang! bang! bang!

......"

There were smiles on their faces, and they looked so happy. The joy even infected the hurried passers-by, and some even sang along.At this moment, everything is gone, the smell of filth, the gray city, and the lingering bat-shaped shadow——

She couldn't help walking over, like a child seeing a beautiful and novel toy in the window, so she forgot everything around her and only wanted to get it.

—Yes, music!How did she forget this?Isn't that what she was after in the first place?At first she just wanted a phone to play music...so, why didn't she become a singer?Wouldn't that be more interesting than begging? !Isn't this the new starting point she expected?

She clasped her hands and looked at the band expectantly, as if seeing her future self, what a shining dream!

At the end of a song, the performers stopped to drink water and rest.The blond-haired lead singer saw Hilda standing aside and seemed to be interested in her: "Hi! Girl, what do you think of our performance?"

"Great!" Hilda gave him a thumbs up without hesitation, "It's indescribably shining." She keenly heard his foreign accent—isn't he from Gotham?Oh, think so too.

They couldn't help laughing, one of them even whistled, and then they exchanged a look, one of them looked at Hilda: "...It's an honor. So, maybe you have a song you want to hear?"

"Is this asking me to order a song?" Hilda tilted her head and questioned.

The blond-haired lead singer was so cute by her actions, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and nodded with a smile: "Of course - any song is fine."

"What if I want to sing it myself?" She was more direct.

"Oh, Ollie, it seems that people are not impressed by your performance, but want to 'usurp the throne' directly." The teammates teased, causing laughter.

The lead singer, however, was good-tempered and didn't get angry. Instead, he turned his body sideways and made a "please first" gesture: "As you wish, miss."

Hilda's eyes lit up. At this moment, she was completely different from the tired and indifferent "gang leader" image just now.She almost trotted onto the stage and took the microphone.

"So—what are you going to sing, miss?"

"Upsidedown, maybe you've heard this song?" Hilda asked, adjusting the microphone. "It's the song I heard on the radio last night. It's very interesting."

"You can sing first, my teammates are all professional, they will follow you." The blonde lead singer said so.

So she recalled the lyrics and opened her mouth:

"Angelswatchingoverme (Angelswatchingoverme)

with□□ilesupontheirface (face with a smile)

Cause I have made it through this farinan unforgiving place (because I have made it through this farinanunforgivingplace)..."

The band quickly caught up with her singing, so Hilda became more and more unscrupulous, singing to her heart's content.

"...Ain'tgotnopain, Iaintgotnorules (No pain, I have no rules)

IthinkIlikelivingupsidedown (I thinkIlikelivingupsidedown)

Watchingpeoplescurrybyrushingtoandfro (watching people rushing to and fro)

Ohthisworldissuchacrazyplace

it's all about the gogogo (all about run, run, run)

……

IthinkIlikeLivingupsidedown (I think I like, upside down life)"

She was so absorbed that she didn't notice that a black Cadillac was slowly stopping not far away. The figure that made her fall in love at first sight was looking out of the car window, watching her from afar.