After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce didn't ask where Hilda had gone or why she was only coming back now.From a certain point of view, he is the best lover, understanding and know how to let go gently - although privately not sure whether he will go to the bottom, but at least on the surface, he behaved Perfect.

"Honey," Bruce said casually, playing with Hilda's hair, "...do you have any plans or requests for the Justice League?"

"Planning? No." Hilda yawned, "Aren't we just responsible for giving money and asking them to help with things when needed? Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It's not Batman yet," Bruce whined to her in a low voice, "he handed me a document about the development of the future Justice League not long ago-you know me, I hate reading documents, so I told He'll do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't bother me. But guess what?"

She raised her head with great interest: "Huh? What happened?"

"He actually said to me coldly, 'You are not the only investor, Mr. Wayne'." When Bruce said Batman's words, he imitated his low and hoarse guttural voice, He even put on Batman's classic "I'm not happy" expression. I have to say that this imitation is quite similar, and Hilda was amused and laughed.

"That's exactly what Batman would say, honey, I'm sure of it," she said.

"No." Bruce shook his head, "So let me ask you if you have any plans for the Justice League. For example, do you think the Justice League needs to expand? What are the criteria for recruiting members? And... you Hope it does something good for us investors?"

Hilda glanced at Bruce: "Is there any of these things in Batman's plan?"

"Have."

"Then do as he pleases," she replied, "you're my boyfriend, and of course I'll stand with you—I also think, whatever, as long as he doesn't bother us."

Bruce couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her on the forehead: "Okay, honey, as for the last question, I think, as long as they can properly guarantee our safety, they will meet the requirements of investors?"

"That's not enough," Hilda replied. "It's even more important that they show respect to their investors and position themselves—you know who I'm talking about." She meant something.

He feigns embarrassment. "Hummm—I assume you mean Superman?"

Hilda: "... Batman, of course!"

Bruce couldn't help laughing: "...Okay baby, but in the Justice League, I still have the best impression of Batman, because..."

"...He's from Gotham."

The two said in unison.

"That's why," said Hilda, "I put up with him so much. You don't know how unkind he is to me. That's not how he treats his patrons."

"I understand," Bruce sighed, "he treats me the same way, and sometimes, I feel like I'm not funding him at all, but he's funding me, and maybe I owe him hundreds of dollars without knowing it." Ten thousand."

Hilda: "Hahahahahaha. I really want Batman to hear you say that."

"Maybe he already knows?" He winked at her.

Hilda didn't understand Bruce's one-liner, but it didn't seem to matter, so she put the confusion aside and changed the subject: "... I might go to New York again, Participate in one last voice recording, and then, I'll be back in Gotham."

"The last time?" Bruce wondered, "But baby, has this show reached the finals so soon?"

Hilda burst out laughing, holding Bruce's face in her hands, looking at the blue eyes that were sincerely puzzled by this: "...No, but I'm going to stop the finals?"

"Why?" He frowned, "You performed very well. If you ask me, you are well-deserved number one."

"I am not, you have a lover filter for me, dear." Hilda replied, "In terms of skills, I am not as professional as my opponents, and in terms of emotions, I don't seem to have so many deep emotions worth digging. I'm just good at imitating, so strictly speaking, the advantage is not that big. Especially I still have a little controversy..."

"Because you admit that you are a mutant?" Bruce held Hilda's hand tightly, "You are honest and brave, but this world cannot accept such beautiful qualities, those ridiculous racists...don't worry , baby, if you still want to continue to participate in the competition, I will give additional investment to the program group, and I will not let them eliminate you for such a ridiculous reason."

"There's no need to waste money on me."

"I'm not a superhero, I'm not a mutant, I don't have those special abilities, I'm just a mortal, Hilda," Bruce looked a little agitated, his eyes darkened, "I know you need to be alone To take on many things, but I can't do anything about them, as much as I wish I could take them with you. But, although I'm only a mortal, I have my own advantages among mortals... Hilda, for people like us In other words, as long as it is a problem that can be solved with money, it is not a real problem, and your boyfriend hopes to do something for you that a boyfriend should do, don't you want to?"

"..."

Hilda had never thought of this level. She stared at Bruce in surprise and remained silent for a long time before she said in distress: "...I am very happy and touched. But, Bruce, there is really no need this time... Because even I myself don’t plan to stay in New York any longer. I’m already famous and I don’t really have much interest in it. What’s more, there are many more important things waiting for me than participating in the competition... Actually, even if I don’t If you are eliminated, you will also take the initiative to choose to withdraw from the competition.”

Bruce: "...Really?"

Hilda smiled: "Yeah, didn't you want me to return to Gotham before? After this job is over, I will return to Gotham. Isn't that great?"

He didn't speak, and seemed to have some doubts about this question.He stared at Hilda in silence, his brows were tightly furrowed, and Hilda couldn't help but raised her hand to gently stroke the center of his brow until it loosened with her movements.

Bruce took her hand, pulled her hand down and wrapped it tightly between his hands - this move seemed both involuntary to a lover and an inadvertent display of control, Hilda moved, But in exchange for his tighter interlocking fingers.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing..." Hilda shook her head, she thought for a while, and finally came up with a topic that Bruce might be interested in, "Honey, how about I tell you a secret about me?"

Bruce paused, a trace of surprise flashed quickly in his eyes, and then he smiled and said, "What secret?"

Hilda leaned close to Bruce's ear, with a mysterious look, leaned on his shoulder, lowered her voice and whispered to Bruce, who couldn't help but get serious, "...Actually, I'm not a mutant."

Bruce: "......"

Hilda observed his reaction, and felt that Bruce's face was not only calm, but also rather indifferent: "What? You don't seem surprised by this news at all?"

"No," Bruce immediately showed a polite smile, "I'm actually surprised, this secret is too important, I really didn't expect you to tell me it, you know, we've only been dating for less than a year."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she thinks it sounds a bit weird.

However, without waiting for Hilda to ask, Bruce immediately asked the next sentence: "Since you are not a mutant, then my dear, what is the matter with your ability? Could it be that you have also been injected with some special serum? Or was it bitten by some kind of animal once and mutated?"

Hilda: "???"

She blinked: "It's nothing, my super power is because... I'm not from Earth, I'm from an alien planet."

Bruce looked at her in surprise—he didn't expect Hilda to tell this secret so calmly and naturally. He thought that Hilda would tell him only "not a mutant".

At this moment, an inexplicable emotion hit Bruce Wayne.He stared at Hilda, as if he suddenly realized that in this "love" trap, not only one person fell into it.

He hesitated to speak: "You..."

"You don't know what 'from an alien planet' means, Bruce?" Hilda asked a little suspiciously, "I think your expression looks like you don't understand. There are many planets in the Milky Way, and there are many planets outside the Milky Way." There are many galaxies, such as Superman from Krypton, Thor from Asgard, they are not earthlings, just like me. Of course, those guys who invaded New York before are also aliens. After all, no matter who, There’s good and bad in both.”

"So," Bruce asked softly, watching her deeply, "what kind of alien are you, baby."

Hilda: "Guess what?"

"I guess you're the bad one," Bruce lowered his voice, deliberately bringing out a little Brucey Baby's flirtatious sweetness, "because, haven't you already conquered and completely captured me?"

"..." Hilda was stunned for a moment. The naive alien had never been exposed to such words, and she felt a little short-circuited for a while, but she quickly fought back not to be outdone——

She stretched out her hand, pushed Bruce down without hesitation, and turned over to sit astride him. She was condescending and familiar with the appearance of an evil alien invader, frivolously touching his lips with her fingertips: " You are so naive, earthlings, I can't help but conquer you..."

She showed a smile: "I want to, invade, invade, you."