After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Penguin hung up the phone and angrily pushed down all the decorations on the table: "Damn Batman! It's Batman again!"

Hill was lying by the window looking at the scenery, turned his head because of his sudden outburst, and looked at him half puzzled: "What's wrong with Batman?"

The Penguin breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily: "...This is the fifth time this month, how can he always figure out our action trajectory? Every time he messes up our big orders just right."

He closed his eyes: "I suspect that our information has been leaked - I don't know if his information network has become stronger, or..." He opened his eyes, "There is a ghost in my people."

Standing in front of him, James, who had been silently lowering his head and listening to Penguin's anger, couldn't help but look up at him: "...the ghost? No way, boss, we haven't recruited any new faces recently."

Coppert sneered: "Who said that an old face must be reliable? Maybe it's some idiot who can't control his mouth and leaked the information."

James was lost in thought.

Hilda blinked: "Didn't everything go well last time?"

"Batman is trying to make it look like this," Coppert said, casting a sidelong glance at her, clearly disdainful of her question, "to make me think everything's alright—but he's underestimating what I know about him and how sharp I am. At this point, the current situation is not normal at all, he definitely obtained a new source of information, there must be some loopholes in our place..."

"Check it out for me," Coppert said, looking at James with stern eyes, "see if any of our companions have made new friends—lover, friends, relatives—who can I don’t believe that I can’t find out the reason for the few people who are in contact with the decision-making process.”

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, looked at Hilda suddenly, narrowed his eyes: "...Hilda, after that day, you didn't say anything you shouldn't say to Bruce Wayne Bar?"

"What is something that shouldn't be said?" Hilda asked leisurely.

"For example, our intelligence."

Hilda sneered: "...Am I sick? When you are in love, you discuss with your partner how you committed a crime?"

Cobblepot looked at her: "The truth?"

"Of course," she replied without hesitation, "the information cannot have leaked from me."

lie.

She couldn't be sure the information leaked from her at all, let alone really keep it secret from Bruce.It's just that she doesn't have the quality of "honesty", and she doesn't care about lying to Penguin at all. She can lie to anyone, as long as it is necessary.

However, the crux of this matter does not lie in the liar to the Penguin at all, but in... the unprecedented suspicion that followed Cobbot's words.

...Actually, there are some things that cannot stand careful consideration.Getting along between people requires a certain amount of vague space and distance, and it is rare to be sloppy, because once you observe carefully with a magnifying glass, you will find countless loopholes.Every move of the other party will become a link in the chain of conclusive evidence, linking the whole logic together, pointing to a result that they don't want to see at all.

Hilda was reluctant to doubt Bruce.

However, doubts have arisen.

—it was Bruce Wayne who passed on to Batman what she had told him.

This kind of speculation is not difficult to appear.Although Bruce said that he didn't like Batman, it can be seen from the Botanical Garden that Bruce is a kind person. He naturally stands in the camp of justice, while Penguin and her are just the opposite.Bruce hates Batman, but it doesn't mean he won't help Batman punish evil and promote good. Hilda can fully understand what she should have thought of. A kind person can't just watch crime happen without taking any action.

... Maybe it's her fault,

In fact, Hilda didn't care about the whistleblower itself. What she cared about was that Bruce had clearly promised her that he would not tell others what she had said.

He broke his promise, which is tantamount to a kind of betrayal.

Hilda couldn't suppress the anger and incomprehension in her heart. She wasn't the kind of person who would silently endure the suspicion. She should have gone directly to Bruce to ask what happened, but she was surprised to find that she couldn't do that at all. a little.

——Yes, she had no way to question Bruce.

This is simply the most ridiculous and outrageous thing that has ever happened to her. Hilda can't even explain why, but just thinking of him being speechless and showing acquiescence under his questioning made her feel I felt a squeezed lemon resting on my heart, the juice dripped down, it was so sour that my back molars were bitter.

Does she like Bruce Wayne so much?

Hilda herself didn't know the answer.

Batman would often stand on the dripping stone beast sculpture at the top of the Wayn Tower during night patrols, overlooking the entire city—even if viewed from that angle, the entire city was shrouded in a huge shadow, like a This is a nightmare from which there is no way out.

But when he stood there silently, blending into the night of Gotham, he felt a sense of peace, as if at a certain moment, Batman disappeared completely, leaving only Gotham.

It was one of the few moments of relaxation from the grueling night watch job.

But today, when he saw that familiar figure on the dripping stone beast sculpture, he should know that he was destined to lose this rare moment of relaxation tonight.

"Hilda Walker." He called out the name in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"

Hilda stepped on the head of the Dripping Stone Beast. She was staring at the whole city indifferently until she heard his voice. Behind the ears, eyes are cold: "I'm waiting for you, Batman."

The dark knight was silent for a moment, his whole body was shrouded in the huge shadow of Wayne Tower, making it impossible to see his expression: "...What do you want from me, Walker."

Hilda didn't treat him with the tenderness and hesitation she had treated Bruce: "What's your relationship with Bruce?"

"Bruce Wayne?" Batman asked back, "I have nothing to do with him."

"Even if he turns around and tells you all the news he got from me?"

Batman: "...I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Stop pretending." Hilda sneered, "Do I look like a fool? In fact, as long as I think about it carefully, I know something is wrong, but I never doubted him before." She turned her head, her face turned pale, "... ...Bruce made no secret of it, he was too curious about those things, and, every time, he would explore some details that I didn't pay attention to, he wanted to know the whole situation, would I be naive to think that all this was just for To satisfy his curiosity?"

For a moment he was at a loss because of Hilda's words: Is what she said true?He never hides?No—he always thought...he always thought...

The Dark Knight stood there silently, as if turned into a statue.

Hilda twitched the corner of her mouth: "What? Nothing to say?"

"If you already have a decision in your mind," he said in a deep voice, "why don't you just question Bruce Wayne?"

The dark cloud engulfed the moon the moment his voice fell, and Hilda fell into the darkness. She stared at Batman like a beast hidden in the darkness, relentlessly watching its prey. of horror.

He would not be surprised if Hilda did anything lacking for a split second.

—An angry beast is irrational.

However, she did nothing after all.

"I can't question him," she said slowly, turning her back on Batman. "Isn't it ridiculous? But I really can't. Don't even want to face him."

— that's why you didn't call Bruce Wayne tonight.

He watched her back, thinking so.

"So you chose to question me."

Hilda: "Yes, so, tell me the answer, Batman."

"I won't say anything. If you have any questions about Bruce Wayne, you should ask him," he said flatly, "Ask your boyfriend, not come here and ask someone who has nothing to do with you." innocent people."

Hilda turned around in annoyance, her movements were as fast as lightning, and in the next moment she came to the Dark Knight. He was caught off guard and was hit by the wall with a muffled grunt.Hilda put one hand on his armor, exerted a little force, and took a step forward to stare into his eyes threateningly: "What I want is an answer, not excuses, Batman...Do you think I won't do anything to you?" ?"

Batman lowered his head, staring at this familiar face: she has no shirt, never hides it, and seems to have no awareness of concealing her identity at all. This is Hilda, the Hilda who never changes.

He knew how terrifying her power was, but until now, his heartbeat was still steady, and he couldn't afford to be vigilant and prepared when his life was threatened.

"I don't like Bruce Wayne." He said suddenly, but what he said was a nonsensical sentence.

"He doesn't need your likes either." Hilda sneered.

Batman cuts to the chase: "I just don't see why you can't ask him."

"Because he's Bruce," she replied, "because he's my boyfriend—doesn't that make sense?"

He took a deep breath: "...I can't answer your question, but I suggest you ask Bruce Wayne, maybe he will give you an unexpected answer."

Hilda frowned and considered the words: "What do you mean? What is the connection between the two of you—don't you hate each other?"

"I told you," he said, avoiding Hilda's eyes, "ask your boyfriend."

"Are you going to put the blame on him?" Hilda couldn't tell whether it was anger or jealousy that was flowing in her heart at the moment, "——when he broke our previous promise for you? He clearly promised me, Don't tell anyone else what I told him!"

"He didn't!" Batman turned his head abruptly, his eyes were almost separated from Hilda's, and then he lowered his eyes.

"...Although I don't like Bruce Wayne, he has never broken the promise between you."