After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda was barefoot, on the smooth silk sheets, and fell into the soft carpet. She bent down to pick up the pile of nightgowns on the ground, and the skirt fluttered in the air like a butterfly's wings——she Strolling out of the dark bedroom, looking at the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, after a short pause, he turned to the built-in refrigerator in the presidential suite, opened the refrigerator door, took out a bottle of gin from it, and took out two goblets from the bar. There was a crisp sound when the glass walls collided, and the transparent and colorless wine swayed in the goblet.

Hilda sat on the bar stool with one foot on the ground, her arch like a moon. She picked up one of the goblets and poured it slowly against the blood-colored sunset. The gin was fresh and refreshing, which suited Hilda's mood at the moment.The red lips were imprinted on the clear cup, soaked in the overflowing wine, she couldn't help but licked her lips, feeling that her lips were a little swollen.

--man.

Hilda smiled lightly, shook the wine glass, pondered for a while, then slid off the chair, picked up two glasses of wine, and re-entered the bedroom.

The thick curtains of the bedroom have already been drawn, and the bedroom is like a perpetual night, silent and dark.However, as an alien, of course Hilda will not be affected by such darkness like the people on Earth. She neither needs to turn on the lights nor adapt to the environment, and goes straight to the picture that has been crazy for hours. The big bed went.

The man on the bed turned over, seemed to be struggling to wake up from his sleep, and called out her name: "... Hilda?"

"It's me," she replied.

He hadn't woken up yet, and his voice still carried the drowsiness of just waking up. He just glanced at Hilda, stretched out his arms subconsciously, sat up halfway, and turned on the soft lamp by the bedside.

There is a warm lamp in the darkness, and the light shines on Bruce Wayne's naked upper body. His body is strong and powerful, and every muscle is slightly tensed when he moves, showing a fascinating honey color under the light , if you look carefully, you can still see the scattered hickey marks on his body, like blossoming roses in the dark night.

Hilda stood by the bed and squinted her eyes to appreciate the beautiful scenery for a few seconds, then leaned over and handed him a wine glass: "Would you like a drink?"

Bruce: "..."

He glanced at Hilda who was elated because of leaning over, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, he took the wine glass, took a sip, and put on a sweet Brussian smile on his face: "It's so considerate, my dear, How do you know I'm in the mood for a drink?"

"Because you're my Bruce," Hilda said ambiguously. She sat down, crossed her legs, leaned back on the head of the bed, took a sip of her drink, and sighed, "It's so comfortable—later Tell the hotel to deliver food?"

"I listen to you." Bruce whispered.

Hilda smiled. She reached out to Bruce with one hand, pulled him towards her, and kissed him on the cheek forcefully: "So good, baby."

Bruce is silent, his eyes casually falling ahead, taking a moment to wonder how things went off the rails.

"What are you thinking?" Hilda asked him.

"Missing you." He replied softly, decided to change his path, and took the initiative to attack, "...Hilda, you seem to have changed a lot, we obviously separated not long ago..."

Hilda swung the wine glass: "Really? Maybe... it's because I retrieved some memories from the past?"

Bruce paused, his eyes widened, and he looked at Hilda suddenly: "! You..."

"Are you surprised?" She didn't realize what she said, but tilted her head to appreciate the exaggerated reaction of her little lover, "Since the memory will be lost, there will be a time to find it, but I'm lucky, and soon It's just that I got my memory back, aren't you happy for me, baby?"

"Of course not, it just didn't occur to me..." he replied, "So, do you remember who you were before?"

Hilda: "A bad guy."

Bruce: "...don't be kidding."

"It's true," Hilda said with a smile, "It's the truth—I used to be a bad person, and then I met you when I lost my memory and wandered to Gotham by accident."

Bruce doesn't look convinced at all: "Oh, so what kind of bad guy are you?"

"I..." Hilda didn't know how to tell her little lover that she was a star thief?But in that case, she would have to explain the complicated alien profession to him... that would be too troublesome.

"...I used to," she thought for a while, and decided to find a similar concept to serve as her identity, "I was a pirate."

Bruce: "..."

"Oh," he said with a blank expression, "Pirates, no wonder you ended up in Gotham, because your ship was crushed by a storm, but you didn't sink to the bottom of the sea, but instead drifted all the way to the east coast of the United States. Gotham?"

Hilda: "Exactly."

"Hehe." He laughed, and couldn't help pinching Hilda's cheek. "Don't be kidding—you know that's impossible."

Hilda looked at him with disapproval: "On this issue, you should be bold and let go of your imagination. Anyway, I am almost a bad guy like a pirate, maybe a little worse than ordinary pirates."

Bruce: "..."

"You know I'm a bad person," she continued, "What do you think? Are you afraid?"

He laughed: "Afraid? If you are a bad person..."

He kissed Hilda's hair, and said in a half-joking tone: "I'll arrest you with my own hands and lock you up in Wayne Manor, how about it?"

Hilda looked at Bruce thoughtfully: "You like this? I see..."

Bruce:? !What do you know?

He opened his mouth to speak, but Hilda had already put the matter aside, she seemed to think of something else, and put down her glass: "That's right! I got a new sapphire earlier, it's very suitable for you, wait Come on, I'll show it to you—"

I don't know why the topic turned to the gem. Bruce was really helpless to Hilda's jumping thinking. He had no choice but to let the topic go. Watching Hilda jump out of bed, he opened the closet, took out a coat, and took out a coat from it. took a piece...

Cube-shaped blue ore.

It is by no means any kind of sapphire that can be seen on the market. Even in the dim environment of the bedroom, this perfectly cut blue stone still glows slightly. colored glass blocks.

Bruce always felt that the cube looked familiar.

He stared at the "gem" that Hilda casually held in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"

"Cosmic Cube."

"Oh, so it's the universe... what?!" Bruce opened his eyes wide, and suddenly looked at Hilda, "Cosmic Cube?"

Hilda threw the Cosmic Cube at will, and the energy source stone that attracted all parties to chase bounced in the air and fell back into her palm.

The light in the bedroom can illuminate a very small range. Hilda is standing by the closet, half of her being shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

She pursed her lips, and turned her eyes around Bruce playfully: "Honey, do you know the Cosmic Cube?"

"...I heard from Batman," Bruce smiled, "that Tony lost the Cosmic Cube, and the Avengers got in trouble because of it."

He lowered his voice, but kept staring at Hilda without blinking his eyes: "So...why is the Cosmic Cube here, Hilda?"

"Didn't you say so?" She said casually, "I got it. The color of the Cosmic Cube is very pretty, isn't it? Do you like it? I want to make a ring out of it, how about giving it to you?"

Bruce's expression froze: "...But, isn't the Cosmic Cube a powerful gemstone? You got it just to make a ring for me...?"

"Moved? Baby."

Bruce: Don't dare move.

He did guess that the disappearance of the Cosmic Cube was related to Hilda who happened to be staying in New York, but he never thought that Hilda actually got the Cosmic Cube for this reason-he even didn't think that Hilda Da admitted what he had done so openly, and directly showed him the Cosmic Cube.

He looked at Hilda with a complicated expression, watching her step out of the shadows and walk towards him with the "beautiful color" sapphire in her hand, then smiled mischievously under his gaze, and jumped Going to bed, kneeling on the bed, the bed vibrated violently, and Bruce also swayed, the Cosmic Cube in Hilda's hand was not grasped firmly, and it fell between the two of them.

Hilda: "...Ah."

Bruce: "...Pfft." His shoulders trembled slightly, and he coughed in disguise.

"Can I see the Cosmic Cube?"

"Of course, didn't I promise?" Hilda said indifferently, "All sapphires belong to you. This one is of course no exception... However, the Cosmic Cube is still a bit too big, so it's okay to keep it at home. But it is not very convenient to carry, let me think of a way to cut it..."

He was startled.

The Cosmic Cube seemed to be aware of its situation, and instantly burst into dazzling blue light, wanting to express its dissatisfaction with Hilda's decision.

"Honey, I'm very touched." Bruce grabbed her hand, held it to his lips, and looked at her affectionately, "But the Cosmic Cube is not an ordinary sapphire...it's too precious, and I don't want you to fall into it because of it." Trouble, the Avengers are looking for the Cosmic Cube, and if they find you—"

"I won't be afraid either." Hilda said, "Don't worry, baby, since I can give it to you, I must be able to solve the troubles that follow. As for the value, I Hilda's Lover, how can I do without a few expensive ornaments that I can sell?"

Bruce finally gave up on the detours: "...Honey, I don't want you to be an enemy of superheroes."

Hilda was not at all surprised to hear such words from her little lover, but Bruce didn't understand, there was no way she would return the Cosmic Cube now - please!After finally snatching this thing from the Avengers Building, and now returning it obediently without saying a word?Then she might as well go to the Avengers to borrow the Cosmic Cube from the very beginning!

What a shame!

Bruce persuaded her gently: "Give it back to the superhero?"

"...It's ok." Hilda came up with a brilliant idea, "It's certainly not a problem to return it to the superhero, but I don't have any preference for the Avengers -- the fat and water don't go to outsiders, if you want to return it, Give it back to Batman."

The tenderness on Bruce Batman Wayne's face froze: "..."

He stabilized his expression: "...that may cause misunderstanding, maybe it will arouse misunderstanding between Batman and the Avengers."

Hilda slapped her thigh: "That's a misunderstanding! Let's fight!" She gloated, obviously looking forward to the scene of Batman vs. Avengers.

Bruce: "That's not good."

"That's right," she rubbed her chin, not noticing something wrong with the little lover at all, "Batman alone can't defeat a group of Avengers... No, no, this way our Gotham superheroes will suffer too much, one-to-many It's so unfair!"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"—How about," Hilda turned to look at Bruce, her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of a good idea, "Let's form a team for Batman too!"