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

O'Brien made very thorough arrangements. After getting off the plane, the driver took Bruce all the way to the residence arranged by Mr. Butler.

This is an apartment, not very big, but it is very suitable for one person.Bruce observed the surrounding environment in the car, and there was a lake not far from where he lived, and the scenery looked very good.

As soon as they arrived at the place of residence, Clarion's message came back.

The young man politely expressed his surprise at Bruce's change of mind, and then made an appointment to meet the next day—this time it was finally not a cafe.

Bruce sorted out his luggage for a while, boiled a pot of water in the kitchen, and took out his mobile phone to send another message to Sherlock.After all, Mr. Detective is also a person who discovered the fusion of worlds on his own, so he will probably help this investigation.

The message was only half edited when the phone started to vibrate in Bruce's hand, and the message on the screen was suddenly covered by the caller ID.

It's Dawn.

He picks up the phone.

"Where are you?"

Just as Bruce was about to answer, he heard a slight sound from the door of the apartment—not a knock, but a faint knock, as if some bird was pecking at the door.

He walked towards the door and said back into the phone: "O'Brien arranged an apartment for me. Which property should it be? It's near the Washington Monument."

He looked through the cat's eyes, and he didn't know what was blocking the outside, it was pitch black.The tapping stopped suddenly, as if he could feel Bruce approaching.

The man immediately raised his vigilance and opened the door cautiously.

"then you--"

The person outside the door staggered unsteadily.It can be seen that he was probably leaning against the door panel before, so he was defenseless when the door opened - obviously, it was the other party's black hair that blocked the cat's eyes before.

The man quickly stabilized his body.He turned around and saw Bruce standing at the door, a smile appeared on that face immediately: "Open the door."

Dawn finished what he hadn't finished, looked at Bruce, and hung up the phone.

"Bruce." He called out his lover's name briskly, his eyes still not moving away from Bruce.After looking at each other like this, Dawn realized that he seemed a little too excited. He coughed lightly to cover up, and stretched out his hand to loosen his tie. "I thought you weren't here yet," he said.

Bruce looks at him.

Dawn apparently flew to America in a hurry after receiving a call from Bruce.The man was still wearing formal work clothes. The clothes were slightly wrinkled from the long flight on the plane, and the hair tied behind his head was also a little messy, with bunches sticking out at his side and back, but Dawn didn't seem to be concerned. Discover this - you know, he has always cared about his external image.

Thinking of the knocking sound at the door before—maybe it was Dawn unconsciously knocking on the door panel with his fingers when his back was turned to the door.

Obviously Dawn already knew that he was going to leave temporarily, so why rush from De Broglie to the United States?Bruce took a step back with some doubts, making way for Dawn who was standing outside the door.

Dawn didn't move.

He didn't seem to realize the meaning of Bruce's actions, and still stopped at the door.

"Why don't you come in?" Bruce had to ask out loud.

Dawn finally realized Bruce's invitation, and stepped into the room—this was clearly his own property, but the owner of the house acted like a guest.

"I was still wondering if you would take the time to hang out," he followed Bruce while explaining his previous behavior of standing at the door but not knocking, "After all, the gap between America and De Broglie is still quite large. big."

This is of course not true. When standing outside the door, Dawn wondered if Bruce would just leave and disappear into the sea of ​​people.Even though the flight has been arranged as quickly as possible, the landing time here is a full hour later than Bruce's. Dawn is only worried that if he arrives late, he will never see his lover again.

Bruce led him to the sofa.The man sat down very consciously, so well-behaved that he didn't look like the slightly wicked Dawn from before.

This made Bruce give him an unaccustomed look.

"Water or coffee?" he asked, turning to the kitchen.

His wrist was grabbed by Dawn.

Bruce turned around.Dawn sat on the sofa, looking up at him.The light from the ceiling is refracted through the crystal decoration, reflecting in the light brown eyes of the man, and the scattered light is like the calm water surface being broken.

He looks vulnerable.

Bruce just had such a flash of thought, and then he felt a little funny—if even people like Dawn can be considered weak, then there might not be a few strong people in the world.

"Nothing." He looked at Bruce and said softly.

Dawn's hand slid from Bruce's wrist to the man's fingertips, and then moved closer to his lips: "Sit down and chat with me, Bruce?"

A soft and slightly warm touch came from the fingertips, and it was Dawn's lips that vaguely touched Bruce's fingers when he spoke.

It felt like kisses falling on the fingertips one by one.

Dawn was still looking at Bruce, looking pleading.

Bruce lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on Dawn's hand.He dared to say that the man made such a move on purpose. The fingertips are places where the sense of touch is extremely sensitive. To be kissed by his lover like this, even if there is no temptation in itself, it is extraordinarily exciting.

What's more, it is difficult to judge whether Dawn has the intention to seduce Bruce.

He took a step towards Dawn, his fingertips slid across Dawn's lips and landed on the side of his lover's face.

"Do you love me, Bruce?" Dawn asked, looking up, "Do you still love me?"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his voice: "I'm very disturbed... my dear."

"Why?" Bruce looked at him, lowered his head and combed Dawn's slightly messy curly hair with his fingers, "Of course I love you, there is nothing to doubt." His hand ran down Dawn's hair, lightly Carefully untied the ribbon tied behind the man's head.

Dawn's curly hair slipped from Bruce's fingers and spread smoothly on both sides of the man's face.

Dawn lowered his eyes, showing a posture of complete weakness.

I have to say, it doesn't matter whether Duan En is intentional or unintentional.When a person who has always been strong shows his vulnerability in front of him, it is far more attractive than a person who is originally weak.

Bruce followed Dawn's lead and sat down beside him, showing a look of listening carefully.

He felt that he had nothing to make Dawn lose his sense of security.If it was because he left De Broglie suddenly today—he had often left Dawn Manor before, then Dawn was not like he is now.

Moreover, between the two, Dawn is actually the busiest.Bruce stayed in De Broglie a lot of the time, and Dawn often couldn't come back because of work or attending other people's banquets.Their getting along, in fact, is more of Bruce's time to accommodate Dawn.

But being said by Dawn, Bruce couldn't help but secretly reflect on whether he really didn't spend enough time with his lover.

"If it's because of today—"

"No," Dawn said, "Bruce, I know your principles...you are a person who does not kill people, but I am not." His words stopped here, but Bruce understood what Dawn meant.

"Where there is light, there is shadow, that's what you said at the time," Bruce said calmly, "The power passed down from generation to generation by the Dawn family is not up to you to decide."

"I can understand."

Dawn kissed him.

Bruce was caught off guard, and opened his eyes to see Dawn's face close at hand.

It wasn't such a deep kiss, just a slight kiss on the lips, and Dawn sat back with a small smile on his face.

"Thank you, Honey," he said. "Give me a little more time. Wait for me."

Bruce said yes in a low voice.

After receiving Bruce's definite answer, the fragility that Dawn had shown before disappeared completely.Facing Bruce's gaze, he suddenly hooked his lips.

"Is it sweet, Bruce?" the man said pointedly.

He was referring to the kiss just now.

Dawn turned back to the Dawn Bruce was familiar with.Bruce shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but smile.

Then he was stolen by his boyfriend.

After a while, Bruce pushed Dawn away who was about to continue to slump in the living room.

"It's getting late, Don," he reminded.

Dawn was still a little dissatisfied: "Did you go to bed so early? This is really a standard routine."

That being said, Dawn let go of Bruce.After all, both of them had been on the plane for several hours, and with the jet lag, it was already time to rest.

Dawn was tired, too, but it was one of the rare times he got around to seeing Bruce.Although it was an accident this time, he thought of those executives who had been left aside by him... I am afraid that after returning, he does not know how long it will be before seeing his lover again.

"Go and rest, I still have some work to do." Dawn said, secretly determined to get Solan back to his original position as soon as possible - without Solan's hard work, he couldn't even talk about love. Oh, how can this work!

……

late at night.

After finishing the work that should have been done, Dawn relaxed his movements and pushed open the bedroom door.

This apartment was originally for Bruce to live alone. No matter how much O'Brien thought about it, he never imagined that Dawn would immediately drop his work and go abroad with Bruce. Naturally, it was impossible to have two bedrooms.

The man stood in front of the sleeping Bruce and watched for a while. He lowered his head, as if he wanted to kiss his lover. Thinking of Bruce's vigilance, he gave up again.Gently went to the other side of the bed.

Bruce, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes in the dark, and quickly closed them again and continued to sleep.

……

Bruce is preparing breakfast.

O'Brien was indeed very well prepared, even considering the safety of the kitchen here.He specially arranged for someone to buy sandwiches and put them in the refrigerator. When it's time to eat, he only needs to heat them up, and it doesn't even matter if they don't need to be heated.

Dawn also came out of the room soon, and couldn't help smiling when he saw Bruce standing in the kitchen.

He walked over and hugged each other, resting his chin on Bruce's shoulder, watching the countdown on the microwave display with him.

"Shouldn't you tell me something, Honey?"

"Good morning?"

Dawn laughed again: "Good morning, I love you."

His phone rang.

Dawn subconsciously prepared to touch his mobile phone, but changed his mind halfway through the action, and continued to lazily hang on Bruce.

"Help me answer the phone, Bruce~" He smiled and whispered into Bruce's ear, "The phone is in my right pocket."

This is really childish.

As Bruce thought, he reached into the pocket of Dawn's pants with his backhand and pulled out his cell phone.

The phone was connected, and an unfamiliar voice came from the loudspeaker: "Sir, Klare. Herman was murdered, the news just came."

Bruce didn't know who the other party was talking about, but Dawn, who was still hanging on him just now, immediately changed his expression.

He took his mobile phone from Bruce, stood up straight and hurriedly said, "I have to go."

After finishing speaking, he turned back and kissed Bruce on the cheek: "I love you, honey."

The apartment door clicked, and Dawn was gone.

The author has something to say:

Today's actor + scheming Dawn: Do you still love me? 【Poor】

Bruce: ...love you.

Dawn: Then let me have a sip!

Bruce: ...I know you're faking it, liar

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Entering a room, sleeping on a bed, rounding up is getting married and entering the bridal chamber hahahahaha [cross your waist for a while]

Let Dawn go offline for a while, let's meet our rival ABCDEFG 233333

It's time for Gotham Baby to go online next time [I feel that the progress is really fast, it seems that it will end soon]