After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Not long after the wedding, Hilda attended her first birthday party at Wayne Manor.

—Bruce Wayne's birthday party.

For the first time, Hilda knew that people on Earth attach great importance to the date of birth and celebrate it every year. This is a complete cultural difference to her. However, she watched the Batman prepare a surprise for Bruce with a strange face. The whole process was like a foreigner learning about the Chinese New Year for the first time. Although he didn't know the specific customs, he happily participated in it, and even got half a piece of sweet cake from Bruce.

She didn't extend anything from Bruce's birthday party. It wasn't until after dinner that the old housekeeper politely and implicitly asked her about her and Damian's birthdays, and Hilda realized: Yes, according to the customs of the earth, she And Damian's birthday too!

Hilda's movements of chewing the cookie froze: "..."

"Ah, this," she mumbled as she continued chewing on the cookie, trying to get it out of her head, "thank you, Fu, but I don't have a birthday habit."—in fact, I don't even know when it's my birthday.

The butler looked at Hilda gently: "So, what about Master Damian's birthday?"

Hilda: "..."

She tried hard to recall the time when Damian was created from the machine, and after a long silence, she pondered: "Is that...a spring?"

Alfred: "..."

Under the disapproving eyes of the old butler, Hilda bit the bullet and began to defend: "It's not that I really don't remember, it's just that my mind went blank when I asked, let me think about it, really, I can remember... In fact, it was during the cold war between me and Bruce, haha, you must remember it too? Alfred...?"

The old butler watched her, waiting for her to continue.

Hilda called artificial intelligence frantically in her heart: [Xiao Lan?Xiaolan, help! 】

[I'm not sure,] the artificial intelligence replied cautiously, [Should we regard the day you set up Damian in the machine as his birthday, or the day he actually came out of the machine as his birthday—]

Hilda couldn't continue listening, so she replied to the waiting old housekeeper: "...well, I admit that I really can't remember the exact date, I'll look for it later, it should be There are records." Maybe there will be corresponding time records in the laboratory?

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I hope I didn't embarrass you," Alfred said gently, "Please forgive the old man who has served this family for so many years, I just feel that I hope that the new addition to the Wayne family A big birthday party for the members, especially Master Damien, who is still a child after all."

Hilda was a little embarrassed, and wanted to swear by raising her hand: "I absolutely understand, and I am very grateful. It's just that I have always lived a casual life. I was wrong. Really, I don't have to celebrate my birthday. I really I don't remember my own birthday, as for Damian... I will definitely give you an exact date tomorrow."

Alfred was very happy: "Thank you, ma'am. Actually, I still have a small question about the age of Master Damian...?"

Hilda paused, she thought for a while, her expression gradually solidified, and her eyes gradually flickered: "Damian's age, maybe... one year old?"

The two people looked at each other: "..."

Hilda had never been so fidgety, she didn't even think about the cookie in her hand, and she just wanted to leave the living room immediately under the excuse of "reminiscing about Damian's birthday".After all, this matter is really complicated to explain, and she doesn't know if Alfred can understand and...accept it.

However, the old butler, who was used to seeing big scenes, just nodded lightly: "I see, is it one year old?"

He said the word "one year old" calmly, and then added thoughtfully: "That should indeed be a big birthday party."

Hilda's eyes wandered, and it was hard to imagine what kind of expression Damian would have when facing the single one-year-old candle on the cake if he really held a birthday party for Damian.

Before she could get out of the feeling of being suffocated by thinking about it, Alfred added: "I will remind everyone in the family to prepare for Master Damian's birthday in advance."

"Ready?" Hilda shuddered, "What preparation?"

The old butler: "For example, a birthday gift? This is his first birthday at Wayne's house, so it's worth his father and brothers to prepare gifts, isn't it?"

--Indeed.Hilda thought, so she had to give Damian a birthday present too.

how to say?It was really the most stressful news she had heard today.

Maybe ordinary people can't understand Hilda's pressure on preparing gifts, but as an alien who has never given birthday gifts to others, it feels like she has never celebrated the Spring Festival and is about to be It is as anxious as rushing ducks to the shelves to try to make dumplings.

Hilda pretended to say "good night" to Alfred calmly, walked up to the second floor with heavy steps, and fell into serious thinking on the bedroom bed:

——What kind of birthday present should I give Damian?

From this end of the universe to the other end, until the moonlight entered the bedroom, she still didn't think of any good ideas.Not being able to figure out a clue is already stressful enough, but thinking that Damian's birthday is likely to be in the next few months, Hilda feels even more anxious.

So she lost sleep.

After some time, Hilda heard almost no footsteps in the corridor, and the bedroom door was gently opened, just like every night after their marriage, Bruce Wayne, who went to watch the night immediately after his birthday, had already changed. He took off his armor, put on his pajamas, and calmly lifted a corner of the quilt in the dark, enduring his tiredness and getting ready to go to bed.

But tonight was destined to be different.

As soon as he sat on the bed, he heard Hilda, who was supposed to be asleep beside him, let out a sober and quiet sigh.

Bruce: "!"

If he was a cat, he would have subconsciously blown his hair by now.

Bruce's back stiffened for a moment, and he coughed: "... Hilda?"

"Ok?"

"You haven't slept yet?"

"I can not sleep."

Bruce was taken aback, and turned to look at Hilda: "What's the matter?" He slowed down his voice and tuned to Bruce's baby mode, "What's the matter? My dear? Is there anything bothering you?"

"Yes." She replied, voice full of distress.

His heart sank: "What's bothering you?...Tell me, I'll find a solution." Could it be that there are some alien enemies that even Hilda finds troublesome?

Hilda sighed again: "Damian's birthday is coming soon."

Bruce, who is ready to fight: "...?"

"I don't know what to gift him," she added.

Bruce: "..."

He was silent for a while: "I think, no matter what gift you give, he will like it."

He said in a half-joking tone: "If I remember correctly, today is my birthday?... You haven't even given me a gift yet."

"It was yesterday." Hilda corrected him sternly, "And, how can you say that I didn't give you a gift? Isn't my company for you the best gift?"

Although he didn't really want a gift, Bruce still couldn't help but feel a subtle gap after hearing this answer: I always felt that Hilda's dedication to giving gifts suddenly weakened after getting married... Is it an illusion?

However, Baby Bruce would not say this, he just kissed Hilda sweetly: "This is indeed the best gift I have received in my life, dear."

He embraced Hilda, gently stroked his wife's long hair in the dark, and casually suggested: "As for Damian, it's not worth worrying about. In fact, he doesn't lack anything."

"But it's his first birthday." Hilda was still distressed, "Other birthdays are fine, but the first birthday should be taken seriously."

Bruce was overwhelmed by this "first birthday".

He was stuck for a while, and then said in a subtle tone: "Well, maybe you are right. ... It is best to give a gift that the other party is satisfied with. Maybe you can ask Damian what he wants tomorrow, Give him a gift that fulfills his wish."

"What does Damian want?" Hilda repeated, and suddenly felt that she had an idea, "...I seem to know exactly what Damian wants recently."

Bruce: "Really? What does he want first?"

"He's been talking about getting a new pet lately. You know, our cat is on a free-range now, and he complained to me about it the other day. So... maybe I should, give him this? "

"Sounds good." Bruce said in a low voice, kissing her forehead under the moonlight.

"Thanks to you, Bruce," said Hilda, who couldn't help yawning. "I'll try it out tomorrow... let's go to bed now."

"..."

"Hmm...Bruce?" Her voice was a little weird, and she grabbed Bruce's hand, "What are you doing?"

Bruce blinked his blue eyes, and said slowly: "...Maybe, open my birthday present?"

—he swore he didn't mean anything petty.

Hilda got up extra late the next day.

When she rubbed her eyes and walked into the living room, even Bruce had finished his brunch and gone to work in the Batcave.

Damien happened to be there too, sitting on the couch, eating dessert.

So Hilda's route towards the restaurant suddenly deviated, she swayed to the sofa, and sat down beside Damian.

Damian: "?"

"Damian..." Hilda considered her words, trying to get some useful information from Damian as tactfully as possible.

Damian: "What is it? Mother?"

"Don't you think," Hilda racked her brains, trying to be euphemistic, "that Wayne Manor is a little... empty?"

He was puzzled, but he still said frankly: "I don't think so, we have a lot of family members."

Hilda: "..."

She didn't give up: "But Dick and the others are often not at home, don't you feel a little boring sometimes?"

Damian slowly frowned, his eyes showed resistance, and he said reluctantly: "Father is going to adopt|adopt a child again?"

Now it was Hilda's turn to be full of question marks.

"There is no such thing." She denied, feeling that she was really not suitable for talking in circles, "Well, actually, I want to ask, if I plan to keep another pet at home—"

"Dragon!" Damian's eyes lit up, "Mother! I want to raise a dragon!"

Hilda knew what he was talking about. Not long ago, because of provocations from other alien races, she took Damian for a walk around her alien territory, and Damian accidentally discovered a person who looked exactly like An alien race that looks like a "dragon" on Earth.

"That's not a dragon." Hilda still couldn't figure out why Damian was interested in the fire-breathing lizard. "That's the Trixie."

"No, that's a dragon," Damian replied, sure enough that if something looked like a dragon, sounded like a dragon, and breathed fire like a dragon, then it was a dragon.

After thinking about it, he added with firm eyes: "Even if it's not, we can still treat it as it is."

"...No," her scalp was numb, "I won't allow you to raise an alien in Wayne Manor, that's very strange, Damian."

Damian was very disappointed: "...forget it."

"What about the others?" She then asked, "like cats and dogs?"

"No, I already have cats and dogs at home. I just want to keep those special pets, preferably magical animals," Damian said. "They can bring me some special experiences. I will take good care of them." My pets, train them to be qualified—pets that belong to the future Batman."

Hilda mused: "It sounds like you prefer cubs."

"Of course," he began to pass on the experience to his mother, "cubs are easier to develop affection and easier to train."

"Preferably unique?"

"Yes, it's best to be strong."

"Okay, I understand." Hilda suddenly thought of a "pet" that could satisfy Damian's request.

But she still wants to make sure: "You really like raising your own? It's not an easy task."

Damian: "I like it."

Hilda stood up and continued walking towards the living room in his sight, as if she had really just asked a question on a whim.

Only Damian turned his head away as if nothing had happened, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up slightly.

Tim came from another room to pour himself a cup of coffee: "...?"

He looked at Damian suspiciously, and got the casual and flaunting eyes of the other party: "You know, I will get a magical animal as a birthday present soon."

Of course Damian would not be so stupid that he couldn't understand the meaning behind Hilda's words: she must be planning to give him a pet as a gift, as for the reason for the gift?Yesterday was my father's birthday, so it's hard to guess.

Tim: "..."

He was noncommittal and yawned: "Oh, really, then congratulations, Damian." For some reason, he always felt that things would not go as Damian expected.

Things turned out to be quite different from what Damian had imagined.

At Damian's first birthday party, Hilda gave her first birthday gift as a mother.

This one was exactly what Damian wanted: a cub with a lot of potential and special enough—a humanoid cub.

Damian stared at the baby who had closed his eyes and fell into a sweet sleep, and couldn't help but swear: "WTF—what is this?"

No one corrected Damian's swearing, because at this moment, everyone in the Wayne family froze over the baby, including Batman himself.

"Your gift," Hilda explained kindly, "is also your sister, strong, beautiful, and unique, for you, Damian, and now you can name her."

"Hilda," said the father at last, "what's the matter?"

Damian said loudly: "Yes! What's going on?! This is not the gift I want! Mother, where is my dragon?"

He got a stare from his old father, so he shut his mouth sullenly, and stared at his younger sister unwillingly: she does look cute, but this is really not the birthday present he wanted!

Bruce pressed the center of his eyebrows, feeling that it was a dream: Hilda had told him last night that this gift would be a surprise—she never said it would be such a surprise!

"As you can see." Hilda couldn't understand everyone's shock, she tried to comfort Bruce, "Don't you like boys better? But this is Damian's gift——"

"It's a child, she's not a gift," Bruce corrected.

"?" Hilda was puzzled, "But it is often said on TV that children are the best gift for parents."

Several boys watching: ... Poof.

Hilda crossed the choking Bruce and said to Damian: "She will be very strong, and Trixie will be vulnerable to her."

Damian looked at the baby subconsciously: "...Really?"

"Of course." She nodded, "I don't understand why you don't like her, if you don't like her, I will..."

Dick stood aside, looking hesitant to speak.

"I don't dislike her!" Damian interrupted Hilda awkwardly. He stepped forward and picked up the baby clumsily, "I can train her to be the future Robin, my Robin."

Hilda's eyes were calm: ... No, she will only be the future master of the earth.

But there is no need to say such things to affect the child's mood.

"I'm going to call her 'Etty,'" Damian declared earnestly, "Etty Wayne, my sister—"

The little girl opened her eyes in his words, they were a pair of brown eyes, she yawned a little, watched Damian tilt her head, and then "giggled".

At this moment, everyone thought Itti was a little angel.

"She likes me!" Damian stated the fact, "I have a hunch that we will be the best partners in the future!"