After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

At the beginning of that kiss, the consciousness belonging to Batman suddenly hit, Bruce tensed subconsciously, his pupils suddenly constricted, he wanted to push Hilda away - but the next moment he remembered his identity as Bruce Wayne, and had to let go The strength was light -- but Hilda's strength was far beyond his expectation, and what made it worse was that her other hand, which was originally free, had already hooked up to his neck and fell heavily.

Rather than saying that this is a kiss, it is better to say that this is a fight between lips and teeth.Hilda was rampant, without any scruples or hesitation, and entangled him unscrupulously, until he was forced to be involved in the war started by her, until he sank.The kiss was so violent it almost took his breath away, and Bruce could even taste blood rust and cold iron in it—exactly how she felt to him stripped of her outward appearance.His resistance didn't make any sense to her. This kiss was a declaration, a request, a confession, a conquest, and a possession, except that there was no care and inquiry as he thought.

Perhaps, this is her true face.

She never cared about his rejection.It's just her pride that made him surrender willingly.

Bruce lowered his eyes slowly, no longer staring at Hilda rigidly.Seemingly sensing the softening of his attitude, Hilda smiled softly just like him a few minutes ago, the vague laughter was broken by the intertwined tongues, she slid one hand to his shoulder, and the other One hand was released and then stuck to his waist—the hand on Bruce's shoulder suddenly exerted force, like a left bump—the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed instantly, and it was also in the same state of being pressed against the wall, but The positions of the two people were completely exchanged.

He had been prepared for the pain of being slammed into the elevator wall - given the minor back injury he'd suffered from last night's fight - but that didn't happen.Hilda's hand that fell on his waist silently rested between his body and the cold alloy steel, the collision between the warm body and the soft palm, but in return she gave a soft moan.

The bouquet in Bruce's hand fell heavily, and the blue of the rose was reflected in his eyes, causing countless complicated ripples.

The kiss finally felt like a real kiss.Batman thought in a complicated mood, maybe this is all "thanks" to Bruce Wayne's playboy instinct, allowing him to subconsciously guide her, turning this "fight" into lingering, allowing him... to subconsciously hug her .

The elevator has reached the top floor, but no one paid attention to the elevator door it opened, so it closed again lonely, waiting for the next passenger,

After an unknown amount of time, the kiss finally ended.

Hilda let go of him, her brown eyes still locked onto his figure.Hilda raised a hand, staring at him, and nonchalantly wiped the blood from her lips with her thumb—she hit so hard at first that she broke her own mouth.The lipstick was wiped away by her with bloodstains, and it was as gorgeous as a rose in the snow.

Bruce couldn't help but take a deep breath.

She laughed, and she leaned close to his body with great interest, the hand that was on Bruce's back slowly came back, and there was no touch between his waist and waist—— Bruce tensed and grabbed her hand, looking at Hilda in silent disapproval.

"What were you trying to say?" Hilda was still laughing, letting him grab her hand, "What do you have? Adult desires? Ah...that's what you call 'adult love' ? But, dear Bruce," she said slowly and cat-likely, "—who told you I don't have desires?"

Bruce watched her in silence, already feeling deeply how he shot himself in the foot.

Her hand that was grasped by him inserted/insert between his fingers with half tenderness and half force, interlocking his ten fingers, and the other hand hooked his neck again——

She looked at those blue eyes with inexplicable forbearance, stood on tiptoe in a good mood, and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips.Then imitating the way he teased her before, she leaned close to his ear, and deliberately lowered her voice: "...Yes, I also have my desire/desire. I want to fuck/you, Bruce Wayne, Iwantto..." She The tone seemed to be sweetly asking him for the Christmas gift he wanted, "...fuckyou."

Bruce Wayne gasped for breath.Surprise and bewilderment stirred up waves in the deep blue sea, making him look like a frustrated prince, a dusty gem—but Hilda couldn't help but want to get involved.

The next second, she had let go of her.

Behind her, the elevator door opened again, and the executives in suits and leather shoes looked at the two silently confronting each other in the elevator in astonishment, hesitating whether to step into this elevator——

Hilda turned her head sideways, glanced at the stranger behind her out of the corner of her eye, and took a step back towards Bruce.There was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she nodded to Bruce happily: "—maybe you didn't think about it today, Bruce. It's okay, you know that I will be waiting for your answer at any time. So that's all for today , I will miss you, honey."

After finishing speaking, she turned around, walked out of the elevator calmly under the scrutiny of the strange men, then turned to the corridor, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Mr. Wayne?" An executive looked at Bruce Wayne hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

"...Well," he stood up straight and smiled, "Of course—what can I do?" He nodded at them casually, bent down and reached out, picked up the blue roses that fell on the ground, and stroked them. Wrinkles in flat clothes while stepping out of the elevator.He looked the same as usual, perhaps only he himself knew the turmoil in his heart at the moment.

And what about the other person who caused his inner turmoil?

She walked to the end of the corridor as if nothing had happened, and calmly turned into the green-marked escape stairs. After confirming that there was no follower behind her, she suddenly took a big step, as if she had suddenly let go of the rein, and ran wildly down the stairs. As if wanting to let go of his boiling blood, he ran down a dozen floors from the top floor in one breath—the entire stairwell echoed with the sound of beating like thunder.

She finally stopped, sat silently on the stairs, and stretched out a hand to gently press her lips.

"Fuck," Hilda couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "...it's such a kiss."

She blushed.

Oswald Copperpot's morning began with a huge fright.

To be honest, when anyone got up from the bed, walked out the door, and caught a glimpse of a vague shadow standing in the corridor, his first reaction would be to be frightened—especially, this was Gotham.The Penguin almost thought it was Batman who had noticed some of his little movements - but the next moment, he had already recognized who this person was.

Who else?Except Hilda Walker, who is not afraid of death.

Shock and anger were intertwined, so he couldn't help but curse at Hilda.After scolding in various ways for a full minute, he finally regained consciousness. Suddenly, he remembered his usual character design and couldn't help but froze for a moment, wishing he could go back to a minute ago and swallow all the dirty words from the bottom of Gotham.Unfortunately, that was impossible, so he could only take a deep breath, looked at Hilda who was not listening to him, gritted his teeth and said, "... squatting in my bedroom early in the morning At the door, what are you doing?"

Hilda raised her eyes: "Dear Oswald—"

Hearing her opening remarks, Coppert couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. He had always thought of himself as a shameless and insidious underworld tycoon, and he never thought that he would have an allergic reaction to someone's words—but at this moment It does happen.

So he simply interrupted her: "Stop! If you have something to say, just tell me. Do you want money?" The word "unlucky" was capitalized on his face, and he was secretly relieved, and waved his hand, "Go to James , and he will write you a check."

Hilda: "It's not about the money."

Copper thought: "...No money? What is that—is there anything that money can't solve?"

Hilda: "Bruce Wayne."

—he knew it!Coppert tightened his jaw, cursing inwardly, damn Bruce Wayne, why must it be Bruce Wayne?

He said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean. Didn't you take the float downstairs to the Wayne Building yesterday? I heard from David that everything went well. I wanted to congratulate you on your success today."

Hilda's finger landed on her lips: "...No, I failed. He rejected me."

Copperpot: "Oh?"

"Although the reasons are completely untenable," she said, "he still turned me down. I think it may be because he doesn't like floats."

Coppert raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and then calmed down quickly: "Oh, he really has no vision, what a romantic float, why can't he appreciate it?"

"..." Hilda looked at him silently, "You seem to be talking ironically to me."

Coppert smirked: "That's not the case."

She sighed heavily and said sincerely: "You are right, Oswald, I was wrong. It may be me who has no aesthetics, not you. David is not reliable at all, you are the real one." A reliable friend—"

"I'm not your friend," Copperpot's voice squeezed through his teeth, "I'm your boss, and I didn't hire you to be my friend."

"Okay, boss." Hilda spread her hands, "As long as you can be my love assistant."

He sneered: "No, I can't. You know, I'm not popular and I can't give useful advice."

Hilda tried to compliment him: "But you're the smartest person I've ever met."

——…Isn't this fucking agreeing that he is an unwelcome person?Penguin thought blankly, ah, he really still wants to kill Hilda.

So he walked past Hilda without a smile on his face, and walked down the stairs. A rich breakfast was already set on the long table downstairs, and the servants and subordinates quietly retreated here, allowing him to enjoy it alone own breakfast.

He shook out a newspaper, glanced at the headlines, twitched his eyebrows, and threw the newspaper at Hilda, who caught it easily and looked at him asking: "What are you doing?"

"Are you sure you didn't make it?" he said. "I read on the news that you had a nice chat with Bruce Wayne."

Hilda unfolded the newspaper, and the large photo on the entertainment page on the inside page showed Bruce holding a rose in his hand, and the moment he looked down at her, the two of them seemed to be talking about something.

Hilda: "...wow."

She closed the newspaper: "Actually, it didn't work."

Cobblepot complained: "I can't understand why you didn't succeed-although the float is indeed a bit dirty, but isn't Bruce Wayne a flirtatious playboy? Your conditions are not bad enough for him to refuse. "

"I can't understand either." Hilda pulled out a chair in distress, sat down, and picked up a sandwich, "So is there any way?"

He was silent for a moment: "...it has to be Bruce Wayne? If you like that face, I have many ways to get you a man with the same face. I guarantee that even the Wayne couple will not recognize it when they live again Which one is true...how?"

"But I know that's not the real Bruce Wayne."

"Okay." He said viciously, "I have another way... I know some guys, I can pay them to brainwash Bruce Wayne, make sure he falls in love with you, but it may be more or less Side effects—are they acceptable?."

Hilda: "...No. Do you have an idea of ​​being normal?"

"What's abnormal?" Penguin was inexplicable, "The conventional method is to spend money, but the one you picked is a billionaire. Do I want to let you compete with Bruce Wayne for financial resources? That's abnormal, right? !"

Hilda hates iron and steel: "Boss, aren't you the smartest person in Gotham? Is there no other way but money??"

The penguin was annoyed: "My cleverness is not for picking up men, I've been told that I'm a serious sin... a serious businessman!" He was a little annoyed when he was halfway through breakfast, "——Why don't I pay to assassinate Wei? Well, then you come out as a hero to save the beauty, take advantage of his emotion and get him."

——What about the decent businessman you promised? !Can a decent businessman do such a thing? !Hilda thought angrily.

She held back her heart: "...This can't be done! It can't be done! It can't be done—right?"

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either." The Penguin was annoyed, completely ignoring her wavering, "Why can't you just give up on Wayne?"

Hilda: "Because that's the worst."