Is boyfriend the dark knight today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Even if Bruce tried to be as believable as possible—since he decided to seek cooperation, he didn't intend to arouse the other party's vigilance because of some concealment, the truthfulness of his words seemed quite suspicious.Bruce is aware of this. Even if he is just an ordinary person, it may be difficult to believe a person who replaces the identity of others and claims that he has lost the memory of his past experiences, even if he has no common sense in life and cognition of the world. Lacking - Of course, Bruce has not shown this in front of the opponent yet.

If it was Bruce himself who faced all this, he would definitely control that person first, ensuring that the other person's every move was under his control. As for the authenticity of those words, he could wait for the time being and investigate later.

However, the man opposite seemed to accept everything well, no matter from the expression or body movements of the other party, Bruce didn't see the slightest doubt.

"Don't think so much, smart man." Dawn raised his hands as if seeing Bruce's doubts because of his attitude, "Why don't you remember my name first, Don. Dawn."

Bruce looked at the other party appraisingly, and after a while, he nodded slightly: "Bruce, my name."

"Is that your first name, or your last name?"

Bruce, who didn't hesitate to use a fake name, didn't change his face: "That's my name, my last name is W...Warner, and my mother uses her last name as mine."

"Very good, Bruce. Warner, I will do my best to help you," Dawn lowered his eyes and smiled, and stretched out his hand to Bruce, "Please don't have any doubts to stay, and——nice to meet you."

Bruce was still sitting on the edge of the bed.He raised his head and looked at Dawn's face, with countless speculations in his heart, but there was an intimate and trusting smile that belonged to Brucey's baby, and he shook hands with Dawn naturally: "Of course...my pleasure."

The two held hands loosely.Dawn lowered his head and stared at the two hands holding each other. After a moment, the hands were naturally released.Bruce stood up, and the two men exchanged a natural smile.

"Please come with me, Mr. Warner," he said, turning his back to Bruce naturally, "I will instruct my subordinates to arrange a comfortable room for you to rest, and if you have no objections, we will leave by plane tomorrow .”

Bruce looked at the seemingly undefended back in front of him, and raised his heels without hesitation: "Of course there is no problem, I don't know where we are going?"

"De Broglie," Dawn said, opening the door for the guests quite gracefully. His long and thick eyelashes drooped to cover his light brown eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. "My mother country."

"O'Brien," a middle-aged man who looked about 40 or [-] years old bowed his head at the door, "take my guest to the room to rest."

This was probably his butler. Bruce rolled his eyes around O'Brien, then looked away without making a sound.

But Dawn seemed to be paying attention to him all the time. After the housekeeper respectfully agreed, he turned around and introduced to Bruce: "This is my housekeeper, O'Brien. Mason, he is in charge of daily life Everything about it." He said, and looked at Bruce who was wrapped in a bathrobe.

"I think you need a suitable set of clothes, Mr. Warner, do you know your approximate size?" Dawn asked.

"Sorry, I don't know." Bruce smiled apologetically, "Will this trouble you?" The second half of his sentence was obviously aimed at O'Brien who was standing aside Said.

Hearing the inquiry, the butler bowed respectfully: "Of course not, sir."

"Then it doesn't matter." The arc of Bruce's mouth widened, probably because of his body's habit, which made his smile look a little more playboy-like frivolity, and against the backdrop of his handsome face, it showed that most women are Hormonal sensuality and cynicism that's hard to resist.His blue eyes looked at Dawn: "Will you check the whereabouts of that man? His name is—"

He pondered for a while, as if he finally found the name from his memory: "Clarion?"

"Of course," Dawn raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm also very concerned about his whereabouts, Mr. Warner." He stood by the door, looking quite reliable, and he didn't seem at all to be careless when he found out that the situation in the room was wrong. The person who called 'Xiao Mi'.

Bruce didn't seem surprised by this at all.He still smiled, "Just call me Bruce."

Dawn raised his eyes to meet him again, with a polite arc on his mouth: "Bru, of course."

"See you tomorrow, then." Bruce said, calling each other by their first names politely.Butler O'Brien, who had been standing aside, saw that the two had already said goodbye, so he extended his hand to lead the way in a professional manner.

"Please, Mr. Warner."

"See you tomorrow."

Although he didn't know what the other party was planning, Bruce was indeed treated like a VIP this night.

The room that Butler O'Brien took him to was not much smaller than Dawn's residence.The knowledge of connoisseurship still in his head allowed Bruce to easily see that the decoration in the room was of great value, and that this is not something a hotel would entertain guests with if it hadn't already prepared a room for it. The room of the guest who may come suddenly, it is only possible that this house belongs to the other party.

Wrapped in the bathrobe worn out of Dawn's room, Bruce walked around the room as if observing the environment.The butler left after sending him to the door, but Bruce knew that there were still two well-trained bodyguards guarding the door, apparently to meet his needs at any time, and secretly to monitor his movements.

After wandering around in this luxurious room, Bruce finally relaxed.He didn't know what he was doing before he lost his memory, but in this environment, his first reaction was to check whether there was a monitoring device in the room, which was obviously not something ordinary people would do.But I don't think any ordinary person would open their eyes in such a place without all knowledge of their identity.

Thinking about all the clues collected so far, Bruce found another clean bathrobe, and finally went to the bathroom to wash off the smell of perfume on his body—speaking of it, he seemed to be interested in this kind of woman who smelled of women's perfume. It's pretty normal...

On the other side, O'Brien poured half a glass of wine for Dawn.

"Who is it this time?"

"It's a junior from the Yabu family, sir." O'Brien retracted the tilted wine bottle and replied with his head down.

Dawn lowered his eyes and stared at the light reflected from the edge of the wine glass for a while, but didn't make a sound.

There was a long silence.The man sitting on the sofa has no expression on his face, and it is obvious that his thoughts have completely left the previous topic.

After a long time, Dawn lowered his head and took a sip of his wine.

"I've always felt that doing these little facts is burying your talents too much, Abu."

O'Brien bowed slightly behind him.

"As long as it's at your service, sir," said he, "it's nothing to me."

The man seemed a bit bored: "Soran needs you more, and this will make me relax." He said, without waiting for O'Brien's reply, he waved him away.

When Bruce followed the servant's guidance to the restaurant, Dawn was sitting at the dining table talking to someone he had never met.

The breakfast on the table didn't show any signs of being touched, it seemed that the other party was waiting for him on purpose.

Bruce paused slightly: "Good morning, Don."

Dawn stopped talking, and turned his head as if he had just noticed his appearance: "Good morning."

He waved his hand to his subordinates, signaling him to complete his account.

Unlike the meeting last night, Bruce is now wearing the suit Mr. Butler found overnight.The shirt was meticulously buttoned to the top, wearing a black bow tie, wearing only a vest, and the coat was held in the hands of the servant behind him.

The temporarily found suit didn't fit perfectly, so even though the tailor made some changes overnight, the vest still seemed a bit too close-fitting, clearly outlining the opponent's thin waist.

Dawn didn't hide his admiration.He looked him up and down. Compared with last night, the strict attire made the man's fit and well-proportioned body lines looming. sexy.

Pity.He thought silently, with a polite smile on his face.

Bruce was naturally also looking at Dawn.At least for a foreseeable period of time in the future, he will still cooperate with the other party, which means that Dawn's attitude towards him will determine many things.

Naturally, he would not miss the amazement that flashed in the other party's eyes.This did not surprise Bruce. After all, although he lost his memory, his aesthetics was not distorted, so he could naturally tell whether his appearance was good-looking or not.

Good looks are also an advantage.After all, as visual animals, people always unconsciously have a preference for good-looking people.

Bruce pulled out the chair nonchalantly and sat down.

The breakfast is not rich, just simple toast, lettuce, fried bacon, ham and eggs are placed on the plate on the table, cheese and butter are on hand, it seems that he is not sure about his taste, so he let Bruce himself pick.

"I still have some things to attend to today," Dawn said. "If you want, O'Brien can show you around and buy some things you need—"

As he spoke, Mr. Butler put down a cup of coffee by Bruce's hand, and nodded politely at the man's gaze.

Bruce only took one look at O'Brien, then his eyes moved to the coffee that was served.

He frowned slightly.

"What's the matter, don't you like coffee?" Dawn asked aloud after paying attention to Bruce's expression.

"No, no," he denied, with a smile on his face again, "I just vaguely feel... I usually drink more milk for breakfast. Don't worry, coffee is good."

Dawn smiled: "That's good."

"If you plan to go out today, you can swipe this card for all consumption." He said, pushing a black card from the table to Bruce, smiling slightly, "Swipe whatever you want."

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The author has something to say:

Interview with Mr. Bruce Wayne, how does it feel to be handed a black card and said to "swipe casually" hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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