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

"Interesting," Dawn said behind him.Bruce realizes that he's probably inferred something from his subconscious action just now.

He withdrew his hand, feeling that the wooden warehouse behind his head was taken back by Dawn.

The man walked to his side and glanced at the crowd attracted by the fight.As if his eyes were the staff that Moses used to divide the sea, the crowd spontaneously gave way.

"Let's go." Bruce heard Dawn say.

It was not difficult for Bruce to see from Dawn's face that he had gained something, but as if he was not the one who showed his emotions before, Dawn didn't intend to tell his discovery immediately.

He also got some information about himself from the previous fights, but when he was passively defending, he had to sort out the fighting experience that kept popping up in his mind, so it was inevitable that he was not as careful as Dawn.

Out of some unspoken tacit understanding, neither of them opened their mouths to discuss the information they discovered during the fight just now - Dawn didn't take the initiative to speak, and Bruce didn't ask.

This silence lasted until they returned to the main house of the manor.

The two men looked at each other silently in the atmosphere that became more and more like a game due to the prolonged quiet time, and separated.

Trust issues.

This is the biggest contradiction between them, so that although it is said to be a cooperative relationship, it is difficult to exchange information with each other.

There is no feasible solution to this problem for the time being, and Bruce doesn't force it.I believe that Dawn, who is a powerful person, will not be a person who is too stupid to realize this problem.

as expected.After he washed off his sweat and put on clean clothes again, the valet who had been ordered to take care of him these days knocked on Bruce's door.

"Bruce. Warner." Hearing footsteps, the owner of the house turned his head and waved to Bruce.He nestled comfortably on the sofa, and his flat suit was wrinkled because of this movement.The shoulder-length black curly hair was not tied up, but was draped softly and naturally over the master's shoulders.Mr. O'Brien, the butler, returned to his side at some point, and was placing coffee and refreshments on the table.

Bruce sat down on another sofa.Because the master's posture is really quite leisurely, his sitting posture also becomes lazy.

The two seats are not facing each other, but facing the woods outside together, and the top of the building called 'fitness room' in the woods can be vaguely seen.

Both men relaxed their bodies and nestled into the sofa naturally. On the coffee table at hand were sweet desserts and coffee.It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun's rays flooded my body with a gentle warmth, which was not uncomfortably pleasant.

Probably because of the influence of this atmosphere, the atmosphere between the two is also unprecedentedly soothing, like a pair of ordinary friends chatting.

"I sent someone to check your information." Dawn folded his hands on his abdomen, his legs straightened naturally, and his whole body showed a posture similar to lying down.The man turned his head to look at Bruce who was picking up the coffee and said, "It seems that you are not surprised."

Bruce didn't answer: "What was the result?"

"Oh, don't react so coldly," Dawn said a little boringly, "You deliberately misled me and wanted to get the news as soon as possible. To be honest, I unilaterally regarded this matter as a competition, didn't I?" A little silly?"

"I didn't mislead on purpose." Bruce said succinctly.

"Is that why I look a little silly?"

Bruce took a sip of his coffee, but didn't answer.stupid?What he felt was not stupidity, but the excitement of a person who had sat at the top of the crowd for a long time and finally found an evenly matched opponent.

Fortunately, Dawn didn't seem to care about his answer to this question, and quickly turned to what Bruce wanted to know.

"No news about you," he said. "I even had them pull surveillance footage from around the world, and they didn't even recognize any face that matched your five senses. You're a non-existent person—it's almost like popped out of the rocks."

Bruce didn't care about this - he had already made some guesses about it when he discovered the doubts in his memory, and Dawn's news just made his guesses more complete.

"Retrieve?" he asked back.

"Don't care about the method of transfer," Dawn shrugged, propped up his body and sat up a little more, "Anyway, there won't be any evidence to prove anything."

"But you have some ideas about who I am," Bruce said. "Tell me?"

"Naturally," he didn't deny it.Although no information was found, who said that the absence of information is not intelligence in another sense, "I have noticed your fighting style - you are unexpectedly dignified and upright, and you like to show mercy."

He turned his head: "Do you have any principle of not killing people?"

Bruce moved his fingers on the armrest, and he reached out to pinch a cookie on the coffee table, casually: "How do I know."

His movements were so small that even Dawn, who was sitting next to him, didn't notice, but Bruce knew immediately that Dawn was right.Before he lost his memory, he must not have killed people, and he may even be extremely strict with himself on this point, otherwise his body would not have some subconscious reactions to such a sentence when he could not remember anything.

He thought that Dawn's conjecture might not be so correct when he had reservations about some information, but what the other party did exceeded his expectations—Bruce originally just wanted to know that Dawn Just some details observed.

"That's right, you don't remember anything," Dawn said. "I thought you had some vague fragments or something—you know, the way you looked at the coffee on the breakfast table that day was very important to a person who didn't know himself. It's strange enough for people with memory. But I heard that you didn't drink the milk that was prepared for you later?"

Bruce frowned: "Get to the point."

Dawn spreads his hands in compromise.

"I also noticed that your body sometimes doesn't deliberately avoid or block some non-lethal movements, which shows a problem—"

This means his body is used to fighting in armor.Bruce realizes this instantly.

"Your body is used to the armor, so you're a little bit sluggish whenever I attack your vulnerable parts," said Dawn, "and you're good at fighting—I mean, don't like to use it. Kind of good in some insidious way.”

But this shouldn't be the reason for being attacked by the pussy legs, Bruce thought silently, he had no impression of his previous combat experience, but he still doubted that Dawn was the only man who could use this move among the men he had fought .Without him, even if it is not aimed at oneself, this move is too unfriendly to men, and it has a lethality that can cause rabbits to die and foxes to mourn.

Dawn's words continued: "Therefore, in the environment where you grew up, no one would specially teach you these street moves. At the same time, you have money, I don't know how rich you are, but at least it is enough for you to configure some Portable small arms, the kind of thing you like to keep on your waist."

"These don't necessarily need a lot of money." Bruce said, a little surprised by the other party's observation, "Maybe it's just some small cold weapons?"

"Surprise victory? Maybe?" Dawn was noncommittal, "Maybe you like throwing knives."

"I think it's darts. Just a few sharp points, no sharp edges—you said I probably wouldn't kill someone."

"It sounds strange that people with these qualities are rich, have a good family background, have great skills, wear armor for a long time to fight, don't kill people, and there is no news about you in the world. Who do these sound like?" He Looking at Bruce, "Does it sound like a mercenary?"

"A mercenary who doesn't kill people?" Bruce sneered.

"For example, the kind of mercenary who is responsible for secretly protecting important people?" Dawn shrugged, "You must be a mercenary with quite a personality."

Bruce thought about it—but it was logically inferred that there was nothing wrong with Dawn's words, even if he judged it himself, he could only think of such a guess.Yet some instinct seemed to scream in him, telling him that this judgment was wrong.

He thought about it carefully, but didn't find any other possibility: "You are right, it seems that I am a mercenary with personality."

Dawn looked at his expression and suddenly had doubts: "You think so? You didn't seem to agree with this just now, Bruce?"

"But I can't think of any other more likely explanation, can I?" he said. "I can't be some rich kid with eccentricities, can I?"

"If you are, I will find it easily. It is impossible for a kid from a rich family to not have any relevant records."

Dawn quickly dismissed the off-the-cuff joke, seemingly considering the possibility for a split second.

"Then I'm a mercenary." Bruce shrugged.

Dawn stared at him for a long time, still unable to think of the reason for Bruce to show the subtle expression before.He suddenly smiled: "You really are a mystery."

"But since you are a mercenary, things will be easy." Dawn stood up from his sofa, "But out of politeness, I'd like to ask you in advance, Bruce, do you have any plans for the future?"

Bruce raised his eyes to look at Dawn who suddenly became serious. After a long time, he showed a lazy smile, exuding a playboy-like atmosphere, "Not yet, Mr. Dawn wants to hire me?"

"I'm short of a personal bodyguard," Dawn said looking at him, "the treatment is good enough."

"Really," Bruce asked back, "I remember someone saying not so long ago that bodyguards were unnecessary."

"That's the case," Dawn spread his hands and looked at Bruce with a smile, "But, my dear, loving big scenes is a bad habit inherited by the Dawn family."

"At this point, I dare say that you alone are worth all of them," he said, "after all, you have such a handsome face and an irresistible air about you."

"Why don't you promise me?"

The author has something to say:

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I'm really afraid of the collapse of the character design, but it seems that the collapse of the master's character design is a normal situation [? 】【Shut up, listen to what nonsense you are talking about! 】

My head was scratched and bald, but I couldn’t help but be happy when I wrote that the master is a mercenary [laughing to the back of my breath], although I know this guess is watery, but Brucey thinks it seems to make sense , can be included in the scope of consideration [laughing again]

I originally envisioned similar characters from different planes, and only I understand your cp line, and then my brain told me that you don't have this IQ [Manual goodbye]

emmm... Do you want to comment today, babies?

When you guys don’t give me comments, I always comfort myself, even if there are chapters in the big brother’s article, there is only one comment, not to mention my kind of breakup is more transparent... [I’m so sad that I cry out]