After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

At first hearing this sentence, Bruce thought that Dick knew about his upcoming marriage proposal.

Of course, the next moment he realized that this was impossible.

"Congratulations to me and Hilda? Where did you say that?" He asked inexplicably, and before Dick could answer, he handed him the tie in his hand. Dick took the tie in a daze, and the next moment Seeing Bruce bypassing him, holding Hilda's face in his hands, he whispered, "Honey, miss me?"

Dick shuddered.

Hilda didn't think there was anything wrong with Bruce's words at all, she was already used to it at first glance: "Of course, I miss you very much, and I have been thinking about when you will come back."

The two exchanged a kiss as if no one else was there.

Bruce then looked at Dick: "...So, Dick? What were you going to say?"

"I..." Dick looked weird for a second, "I'm, uh, you know, I didn't know about you and Hilda before, so I'm here to congratulate you for finding...someone you can spend your whole life with?"

"Thank you." Bruce raised his eyebrows, "Is that all you want to congratulate me on?"

"Yes." He blinked. Bruce's experience before he came back had successfully dispelled the idea of ​​using Jason's rebellion to anger his old father. May bring Hilda's hostility.

He immediately added: "Also, I miss Alfred a little bit, so I went back to have a look."

"Oh, I thought you missed me," Bruce said slowly. "After all, you just showed me how much you miss me as soon as I walked in the door. I have to say, I was very touched."

——In such an insignificant place, the old father is still happy to see his adopted son in distress.

Sure enough, there was a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment on Dick's face. Normally, Dick, who has always been lively, enthusiastic and friendly, would not be stingy in expressing his feelings to his old father-in this family, he may be the only one who would not hesitate to show his love. people with their own emotions.

But at this moment, he finally remembered the unhappy breakup when they parted last time.In fact, he came home today with a hint of anger and watching Bruce's jokes. Who knew that under Hilda's operation, he completely forgot about it!

Dick, who was still a teenager, felt ashamed, hurriedly said "I'll see if Alfred needs help!", turned his head and walked away.

"Did you say anything to him?" Bruce glanced thoughtfully at his back, then turned to Hilda.

Hilda: "No, just chatted with him casually for a while."

"Honey, it's the first time you two met, what are you talking about so happily?" Bruce hugged Hilda, wrapped her in his arms, and subconsciously complained in the usual coquettish tone of Bruce's baby Said, "...I'm going to be jealous."

Hilda actually didn't understand what there was to be jealous about, but she wasn't ready to say such blunt and lifeless words to her lover: "We're talking about you, that's why we've been talking for so long."

"Oh?" Bruce paused, "Talk about me? You won't be talking bad about me, are you?"

"No," Hilda shook her head of course, "Why do you think that? You are so good, why would anyone say bad things about you? I just think..."

"what?"

"You love to adopt|raise children."

"..." Bruce was silent for a moment, "Is there?"

"Of course, adopted a Grayson, and he ran away," Hilda said, "and then you adopted a second... Do you see Jason as a replacement for Grayson, baby?"

"Of course not." Bruce immediately denied, "Dick is Dick, Jason is Jason, they are two different kids."

Hilda was thoughtful: "So you really like adopting|adopting|children, and you adopt children with blue eyes and black hair."

Bruce was stunned: He really didn't realize that all the boys he had adopted were blue-eyed and black-haired boys...

"Same as you," Hilda added.

Bruce: "...just an accident."

She nodded. "If your next adopted child still has blue eyes and black hair, then the answer is obvious—you like children just like yourself."

He was a little speechless for a while: Is that so?Maybe, maybe he was trying to make up for the lost Bruce Wayne in his adopted son?

"No, wait," he reacted, and laughed, "Why are you so sure that I will adopt another child? I don't have this plan. Isn't Jason enough?"

Hilda looked slightly hesitant: "Last time, it was because Dick ran away from home, so you adopted the second child—that is, Jason, right?"

"Yes."

A trace of deep sympathy crossed her face, and before Bruce could fully figure out where this inexplicable sympathy came from, she said calmly: "Don't worry, if you really don't want to adopt any more, I have it too." There is a way."

——Although Jason is stubborn as hell, but after she taught her a lesson, she should have dispelled that dangerous idea.

But the keen Bruce has already noticed something is wrong: "...Jason is going to run away from home?"

Hilda opened her eyes wide: "Why do you..."

"No wonder—" He covered his forehead.

So it turns out that Jason has been making small moves outside these days. Because he was too busy, he just paid attention to it secretly, and he hadn't had time to figure out the specific reason. Now the answer is obvious-for some reason, Bruce is not surprised by this news at all. .Perhaps, on the day in the other building, he had already faintly felt the difference in values ​​between himself and his adopted son.

He is not angry, because everyone has their own way to go.He just felt a little regretful, because his children chose a different path from him after all.

Hilda watched him cautiously, worried about seeing a poor father who was sad and angry because of his rebellious son: "...don't be sad, baby, if you are really angry, I will accompany you to beat up that brat ?”

Bruce laughed, and he tried to save Jason a lesson lightly: "I'm not angry. It's normal, teenagers always do a little bit of rebellious behavior... I used to do this kind of thing when I was a kid. Always have to talk to Adults face each other."

"You ran away from home too?" Hilda asked with interest.

Bruce thought of his "journey around the world" - to be honest, when it comes to running away from home, the two adopted sons are not a bit less willful than their old father.

"Cough," he turned his head away, "...that's sort of it."

Hilda: "Honey, I'm a little curious..."

"Ah Fu doesn't seem to be done yet," Bruce pretended not to hear, trying to change the subject, "Why don't I go and help."

Hilda was amused by him, she grabbed Bruce and told him not to leave: "Okay, okay, I won't ask - since you say that, I don't care about Jason running away from home?"

"You don't mind," he replied.

— Batman will take care of it.

"But I'm really curious," Hilda said, "I want to know what you used to be...what was Bruce like when you were young?"

"I was not so caring and gentleman when I was young." Bruce lowered his head and raised his eyebrows. "At that time, my personality was very bad."

"What a bad idea?" Hilda met his gaze, stretched out her fingertips, and gently slid from his cheeks to his chin, raised the corners of her lips, and lowered her voice, "Hey, handsome boy, Do you have a girlfriend?"

Bruce was stunned for a moment, a smile flashed across his eyes, then he pretended to be indifferent, and gently waved Hilda's hand away: "Don't touch me, stay away from me."

He recalled his former self, with the stubborn and bored emotions in those old photos piled up in the corners of his eyes and brows, like a hedgehog, young and sharp, full of hostility to the world——

But in Hilda's eyes, it was even more delicious.

She licked the corner of her lips.

"Wow," she laughed flamboyantly, and put her fingertips on Bruce's lips while Bruce was free, "You really can't talk, boy."

In Bruce's astonished eyes, she let go of her finger and pushed hard with one hand. Bruce fell down on the sofa, and the playboy with superb acting skills showed an angry expression at the right time: "What are you doing? who is it!"

Hilda had already bent down, put one hand on the side of his face, and lifted his face with the other hand, forcing his neck to lift up, revealing the rolling Adam's apple. She pressed down like this, and casually commented: "If you can't speak like this, just don't speak at all."

Lips and teeth were crushed, this kiss was like a confrontation, the rebellious Bruce "struggled hard", but Hilda had to use her body to "suppress", and the final result was that the two were stuck together tightly, and Bruce's hands and feet were all crushed. Suppressed, there was no room for resistance, Bruce, who had lost the ability to resist, stared at Hilda, the corners of his eyes were red, as if he was so angry with this female hooligan that he wanted to cry - the female hooligan couldn't help being more excited, and even kissed him more. Increase a bit intense.

After the kiss was over, Hilda let go of his lips, admiring Bruce's dissatisfied expression: "... Do you like this kiss? Little handsome guy?"

Bruce gritted his teeth: "How could you like it!"

"Really?" Hilda smiled playfully, moved her knees, moved her knees slightly upwards, and lightly touched the ground. She was satisfied to see Bruce's whole body froze, and his face turned red instantly, "I don't believe it."

Bruce glanced at her patiently, the nervous expression faded in an instant, and at this moment he became the usual adult Bruce Wayne again, and he whispered in a helpless tone: "...Okay, stop playing, baby, at least not here, Dick Jason and the others will come over later—"

"Ah..." Hilda's tone revealed disappointment, she slightly loosened her grip on him, "I haven't played enough yet."

Obviously, she is not satisfied with this development at all.Aliens don't have such a sense of shame. Her hand brushed across his chest in a nonchalant manner, and gradually descended to his side...

Bruce moved his arm: "...Let's talk about it at night."

"Then what do you do now?"

"...I'm going to take a shower."

"How about we go upstairs and play for a while now?"

"No."

"But I haven't enjoyed it yet. I haven't defiled Master Wayne yet. I can't help but sink while watching him resist in disgust!"

"..."

Bruce couldn't help grinding his teeth: "Defiled? Rebelled? Sinking?"

"Is there something wrong? This is a rare opportunity, and it gave me a rough reason..." Hilda didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, and her hands were still flirting around dishonestly. Bruce couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his hand Go hold her down.

however--

"Oops." Hilda suddenly stared at him subtly, and she found a small velvet box hidden in Bruce's pocket.

Bruce's expression was blank for a moment, and he subconsciously held down the hand that Hilda was about to withdraw, preventing her from taking the small box out of her pocket.

The two looked at each other.

"..."

"..."

Hilda said, "...what is it?"