After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

That girl is a problem.

The Dark Knight once thought so.She is a mystery, and it is difficult for him to predict the next direction of this mystery: to be assimilated and degraded by this city, or to another beautiful possibility?

After that night, Batman thought she was going to develop in that bad but expected way, but he didn't expect him to see such a "singing".

He saw passers-by throwing coins at them, and the young girl happily imitated the rest of the band and saluted the applauding crowd—she looked no different from those hopeful young children.Maybe he guessed wrong, Bruce Wayne thought, but he was glad he was wrong - that's good, Gotham doesn't need more disordermakers.

Of course... Batman won't let his guard down easily.

Batman thought so, but Bruce Wayne pushed open the car door, like a tourist attracted by this joy, leaning on the car, enjoying the performance from a distance.The girl turned her head as if aware of it, and the moment she met his gaze, she froze.

Bruce Wayne's thinking paused for a second imperceptibly, but he still maintained a decent smile on the surface, as if he didn't see the sudden stunned expression on Hilda's face at this moment.

Fortunately, he didn't need to keep pretending, because in the next second, the girl's daze turned into great surprise and joy, her eyes lit up in that short moment, like fireworks bursting into the night sky , exceptionally gorgeous.Stared at by such bright eyes, Master Wayne almost wanted to reach out and touch his face to see if it had changed in another way—I am afraid that the kind of joy that a devout believer will encounter when he or she believes in a god And happiness is probably the case, right?

In the past few days, he has watched this girl's information and videos for a long time in the Batcave.It has to be said that she looks very different from the fight in the video now, almost like two different people.Compared with the defense and indifference when facing Batman, the way she looked at Bruce Wayne at this moment can be said to have seen the rebirth of a dear one.

She turned around and said goodbye to the lead singer, jumped off the stage without hesitation, and ran towards him.

"Hi, long time no see! Blue eyes!" She waved at him vigorously, "I thought I was wrong—" She stood still in front of him, "I didn't expect such a coincidence that we would meet here."

—Yeah, he didn't think of that either.

Bruce Wayne's brain belonging to Batman quickly turned several thoughts and speculations, pretending to be surprised: "...blue eyes?"

——Oops, it’s called a slip of the tongue!

Hilda lowered her gaze a little annoyed, and turned her eyes around in a panic: "...Wow, did you get a new car?"

He should have let this question go lightly, as Bruce Wayne, an informal playboy, should know how to understand the lady's small mistakes in due course.However, for some reason that he didn't even know, Bruce Wayne didn't choose to follow the other party's "new car" topic. Showing a puzzled look, he repeated slowly: "...Sorry, but you just called me—blue eyes?"

Hilda: ...Why do you hold on to this? !

She took a breath quietly, raised her head and put on a lovable and cute smile: "...because your eyes are so beautiful, I couldn't help but secretly nicknamed you in my heart...you are angry Yet?"

The Gotham baby frowned, lowered his eyes, and looked melancholy, as if he was genuinely troubled by this sudden nickname... I have to say, this kind of Bruce, stripped of the frivolity that was disguised, looks more in line with his nobleman Born, handsome as the legendary Adonis.

Hilda immediately began to apologize without principle: "It's all my fault, don't be angry, it's all my fault."

"..." Seeing her like this, the man couldn't help laughing, the melancholy dissipated instantly, and there was only a little pride on his face after the prank succeeded, "...Thank you for your compliment, this is mine. It's an honor, miss."

Hilda rolled her eyes.To be honest, such a childish expression on the face of a grown man would often look weird, but when Bruce Wayne blinked his innocent blue eyes like a rich boy brother and showed such an expression at the same time, But it looks sweet and natural, and even flattering.

Hilda was almost obsessed with him!Why can a man close to 1.9 meters look so...delicious!

"I really want to give you the most beautiful blue gemstone in the world," she said, looking deeply into his eyes, "but... I can't imagine a blue gemstone more beautiful than your eyes , if there is, then it should be extremely close to it... If so, in front of you, such a gemstone will only be a poor imitation."

Bruce Wayne smiled: "It's enough, I've received your compliments."

"How is that enough?" said Hilda softly, as if speaking only to herself, "even if I say a compliment to you every day, it won't be enough to express half the charm of those blue eyes before I die."

... Gotham baby is really uncomfortable at the moment.

His Adam's apple moved, and the corners of his mouth curled up, trying to change the subject, so he deliberately joked, "You call me blue eyes... Could it be that you forgot my real name?"

Hilda froze.

Bruce Wayne, who just said casually but had a keen sense of observation: "..." This is really unexpected. Doesn't she never read newspapers and news?Well, it's not impossible.

He had a half-smile: "So that's the case."

"No!" Hilda stretched out her hand, her expression flustered, "Please don't misunderstand."

He said calmly: "I misunderstood? Well... then what's my name?"

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She quickly smiled and answered the question sweetly: "You are Bruce!"

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "And then? Bruce... what?"

Hilda tried to get away with it: "It's Bruce!"

"Bruce blue eyes?" he asked kindly.

Hilda: ...you're going to stick with this today, aren't you? !

"You may not believe it..." She put on a gloomy expression while pressing her temples, "Because of some things, I unfortunately lost my memory..."

Bruce Wayne wanted to laugh out loud, but he held back.

"So that's how it is," he "suddenly realized", "...it's not your fault that you encountered this kind of misfortune. However, this may be the arrangement of fate... Since you only remember my name is Bruce, you can just call me Bruce. "

Hilda immediately returned to the happy look she had just now: "Okay, Bruce, you can also call me—" She stopped, rolled her eyes, looked at Bruce Wayne pretendingly, and coughed intentionally with her fingers clasped. "...So, do you remember my name, Bruce?"

Bruce Wayne wanted to laugh again.

He pretended to be in a daze, and looked around awkwardly, as if he could see the answer in this way—of course not!So Hilda became visibly proud, almost looking forward to his "Sorry, I forgot too".

So he became more and more embarrassed, and Hilda's eyebrows became more and more elated, as if she had won a victory and was about to laugh out loud at him.

She deliberately coughed again to hide her pride: "...If, unfortunately, you lose your memory like me..." She walked around the corner slowly, before she finished speaking, she was suppressed into laughing Bruce Wayne interrupts.

"Hilda." He called out the name, and then pretended, "I remember correctly, don't I? Actually, I'm very impressed with you."

Hilda gradually lost her smile: "..."

She nodded reluctantly, and reluctantly praised: "Your memory is really good."

"It's always been like this." He was not modest, "So... have you given up your begging job now?"

"Not yet," Hilda replied, "but I'm going to, you know, the job isn't really challenging for me, and I think I need a little change in my life."

"Maybe you'll work in music?" Bruce asked naturally.

She was silent for a moment: "Why do you think... oh, it's because of the performance just now?"

"Yes, that performance is great, isn't it?" He praised directly, "Very contagious singing, even after I listened to it, I couldn't help but want to try 'upsidedown'." He rushed to her Blinked.

Hilda laughed. "Really? You really think so?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Maybe I'll work in music." She nodded. "Singing makes me happy. Maybe I'll form a band and be the lead singer myself, or just go to a bar as a resident singer..."

"Why don't you go to a regular music company?" He pretended to suggest casually, "...I think your level is very good, maybe one day you will become a great singer." He pondered for a while, knocked Knocking on the head, "...Ah, I remember I have a friend who works in a music company, maybe I can introduce you to each other."

——Anyway, she can't be allowed to go to the bar. The bars in Gotham are more or less connected with gang forces. Who knows what developments Batman doesn't want to see will happen then?

Hilda had a resisting expression on her face, she didn't seem to know how to tactfully reject him, so she hesitated to speak to him: "... that... but... eh——"

"Won't you?" Bruce asked.

"...Yes." She said hesitantly, observing his expression carefully, "If I join a music company, don't I have to obey the arrangement in everything? I'm sorry... But, I don't like this feeling very much .”

"It's okay," he said thoughtfully, "it's just a suggestion."

The thoughtful playboy should shut up at this time, but Mr. Black Paint, the controlling madman, manipulated him to continue to speak: "...I also have a friend who runs a bar."—At worst, I will go back and buy a bar later.

"No need," Hilda waved her hand, "My friend works in a bar, and I can go to her place to apply for a job."

Bruce Wayne paused slightly.He knew the bar, and he even knew who was behind the bar... Unfortunately, it wasn't a bar he could buy with Wayne's money.

PlanA is completely blocked, but it doesn't matter, he still has PlanB.

He showed Hilda a standard Brussian smile: "So, maybe when you start your music career, I can have the honor to stand in the audience as your audience?"

"Of course." She said firmly, "As long as you are willing to come, I will always leave a place for you."

Baby Bruce’s smile was a bit real: “That’s great—this is my phone.” He took out a dark blue silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and put it in his palm, took out a pen, and wrote on the handkerchief He got off his own phone and handed it to Hilda, "You can call me anytime." He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "Sorry, it's too late now, I have to go—"

"It's okay, let's go." Hilda shook her head indifferently, and waved at him, "Be careful on the road."

Bruce nodded at her and turned to open the car door.

"Oh right!" She suddenly remembered something, "Bruce, I still don't know your full name—"

He paused for a moment, as if he had some interesting thought, and shook his head slightly at her: "...I'll tell you my full name when we meet next time. As for this time... let's leave each other alone. Let's make the last suspense."

Hilda's eyes flickered: "Okay. Then next time, I will tell you my full name."

He laughed, nodded, and closed the car door.After saying "goodbye" to her again, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The sun broke free from the dark clouds over Gotham and cast its light on the city, so every inch of the city where the sun shines radiates new hope, as if Sin City has been washed away from all filth and become A bright city like a metropolis.Even though everyone knows that this is an illusion, this illusion exists after all!Even though the filth is buried deep under the light, and the evil is clung to under the justice, when the church bell is ringing and the white doves are circling, people in the world are still willing to see what they want and ignore what they hate.

— what a perfect day.Hilda looked at the shadow of the car and thought happily.

— what a perfect day.Bruce stares straight ahead, thinking with satisfaction.

——Isn't things developing in the direction she/he wants?