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

Bruce looks at him.

Dawn got so close, so close that Bruce seemed to feel the rise and fall of the opponent's chest.

The man's chest rose and fell greatly, but the sound of breathing was not so obvious.He is suppressing his emotions.

"There's nothing to explain." Gotham Baby smiled, the smile on his lips was as sweet as honey, and one couldn't help but want to kiss the corner of his lips.

"I don't like you anymore, that's all."

"..." Dawn stared at Bruce for a long time, with suspicion and inquiry, as if he wanted to see the other person's sincerity through the appearance.

Bruce's heart seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cooled sugar, golden and sweet, but he couldn't taste the real taste behind the sugar shell.

"I don't believe it," he said.

Bruce just smiled: "I thought you could understand me, Don." He raised his hand and pressed it on Dawn's chest, and a weak but clear force was transmitted to the man's palm through the suit.

It's a heartbeat.

"Isn't it normal for people like us," he raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, to look at Dawn as if he had fallen prey to an emotional trap, "to be suddenly bored?"

Bruce put his hand on Dawn's chest and pushed it out.

He pushed neither light nor heavy, showing his attitude was far greater than the actual meaning of this action.

Dawn looked down at him, the man's blue eyes were no longer the color of the deep sea, but like the surface of the sea dyed by the sun.He looked proud and careless, as if all requests would be met for granted.

This is a proud rich man.

Not his blues.

Dawn imagined many reasons for Bruce's breakup, including Bruce's recovery of previous memories-this is the possibility he thought of the most.

But Bruce remembered himself.

He hasn't forgotten the relationship between the two of them...he just doesn't take that relationship to heart anymore.

The person in front of him is the little prince of Gotham, the playboy Bruce.Wayne.He is born to be the focus of the crowd, the center of sight - he is a person who is as hard to hate as the afternoon sun.Just looking at him makes one think of fresh honey, milk tea in the afternoon, cherries on the cake...all the sweet and good things.

But it's not Bruce.

"Why didn't you resist?" Dawn asked, "Why didn't you resist when I pulled you away?"

He unconsciously leaned closer to Bruce, their foreheads touching their foreheads, breathing intertwined.

He didn't push Dawn away, and Bruce didn't force it, and he looked like he would never refuse any beauty in his arms.

"With your skill, it shouldn't be difficult to break free from me." Dawn's breathing has calmed down, "Bruce, don't perfuse me, give me a serious reason."

"A serious reason?"

This seemed to be a funny sentence, and Bruce couldn't help laughing, "Honey, I gave you a reason, what more do you want?"

He put his hand on Dawn's heart and raised his eyes to look at him.

Through the fabric of the suit, Dawn's heartbeat was rapid and powerful, and those amber-like eyes were staring at Bruce, his vision was so sharp that he wanted to peel off the disguise of Bruce's appearance and see through the real him.

Bruce's palms slid along the silky fabric of the high-end suit, slowly upward, and slid across Dawn's chest muscles and collarbone through the fabric. With warmth between his fingers, he grazed the side of the man's neck and pressed the back of his neck.

Dawn couldn't help lowering his head in such an intimate movement, he seemed to want to kiss Bruce, but stopped halfway.

"Don?" Bruce smiled.

The man's eyes are dark.

"I just wanted to talk, Bruce," he whispered, "don't put me down like this."

"I've told you why."

"I don't like you anymore, it's as simple as that."

"You still like me." Dawn insisted, "Tell me the real reason."

"That's the real reason, my sugar," Bruce smiled, his blue eyes sparkling, his fingers gently stroking the back of Dawn's neck, bringing a tingling itch, "don't put I think too highly of myself—”

The man's voice turned into a vague murmur, and he raised his jaw to kiss the other party: "To me, you are no different from them, and everyone else."

Dawn pressed his lips.

With the coolness on the wall, the man's slender fingers firmly landed on Bruce's lips.The distance between the two was extremely close, so close that only Dawn's fingers were used as a barrier.

The injury in the amber eyes was clearly visible.

Bruce didn't take it seriously, and backed away with a smile, leaning against the wall.It was obviously the one that was kept in the shadow by Dawn, but it seemed that Bruce had the upper hand between the two.

"If you really want to offer yourself a pillow—"

"Bruce!" Dawn shouted.

"Is this interesting?" he asked. "I just want to have a serious talk with you. If there is any problem, we can solve it together-there is no need to put these untrustworthy reasons on me. !"

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and his voice became calmer again: "You can't make decisions for me...at least I have the right to know, right?"

Bruce chuckled.

He called him by Dawn's old favorite nickname for himself.

"Honey," he said, "don't you think too high of me? It's just a love affair. There's nothing to hide."

Bruce looked at Dawn with the tenderest expression, more than ever at his lover.But behind the affectionate eyes filled with those blue eyes, there was a careless indifference.

Dawn doesn't believe him.

If Bruce was just an ordinary playboy, if he hadn't shown extraordinary skills in front of him when he lost his memory before, Dawn would probably really be deceived.

Things don't matter, the man clearly knows that Bruce is not just a playboy and a straw bag beauty.Although he still doesn't know what the identity behind him is, Bruce's reason is not enough for him to believe.

But Bruce was all too real.

"If you don't want to believe it, then I can't help it." Bruce shrugged regretfully as if he knew what he was thinking, "I thought maybe we could go out on a date together in the future."

"Dating?"

"Four people on a date." The little prince of Gotham said it as a matter of course, and he looked Dawn up and down, and the corners of his mouth were full of interest, "A few girls mentioned before that they want to try a four people date. I feel, it's a pity that I didn't have any suitable friends to be with at that time—”

Dawn stared at him, completely unable to tell whether Bruce was sincere or not.

From the beginning to the end, all he thought was to ask Bruce for a reason. If there were any difficulties, he was willing to overcome them with his lover.If the relationship is really weakened, and it is determined that it is irreparable, he will not humiliate himself.

Bruce did admit that he had empathized, but his attitude was not enough to win Dawn over.

I don't know if it's because I can't let go, the man always vaguely feels that what Bruce said is not the real reason.

——Perhaps he was really unwilling to give up this relationship, so he was subconsciously rejecting the possibility that the two of them could make a clean break.

Dawn is very clear that when a person is biased, it is always difficult to make a correct judgment.

But no matter how biased he is in his heart, no matter how unwilling he is to separate from Bruce so easily, Dawn still has his own pride.

Bruce's behavior - from the newspaper headlines at the beginning, to the careless and perfunctory today, comparing him to those who come here for the money... It's all dancing on Dawn's pride.

His face was extremely ugly.

"Bruce," the man took a step back, "don't make such a joke." His breathing was as fast as when he led Bruce into the safe passage before, but his mood was completely different.

Bruce hooked his lips and took a step forward: "Is there any problem with this? It's just playing together."

He smiled: "Although we broke up, I think we can still be friends, Tang."

"I don't want to fight with you, Bruce." Dawn looked at him, his lover's beautiful blue eyes were dazzling and flashy, as if he had no place for himself.

Dawn almost used his greatest restraint.

"We can talk about this another day, but you don't have to—" He frowned, trying to find the right words, "humiliating me."

"Humiliated you?" Bruce repeated amusedly, blinking.

He raised his hands: "No, you definitely misunderstood, honey, how could I humiliate you. If you care about four people dating, then I apologize to you."

"I thought you should already be very good at handling the relationship between the ex and the current one."

"Obviously not as good as you." Dawn blurted out.

"Naturally." Bruce said as a matter of course.

"..."

There was silence in the narrow stairwell of the safe passage.

Dawn stared at Bruce's righteous face, unable to find any words to fight back.

And the culprit who easily made him angry like this was still smiling, as if he didn't feel Dawn's mood at all hovering on the verge of explosion.

Quiet.

Door closing sound.

The fire doors of the Wayne Hotel are well designed and will not make a loud noise easily, but the wind that is brought out in the room when the door panel is opened and closed has fully demonstrated the mood of the people who left.

Bruce stood where he was, watching the direction Dawn left.After a while, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he lowered his eyes, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

……

No one cared about Dawn and Bruce leaving early.It is probably because everyone has become accustomed to Bruce's late arrival and early departure, and it is normal for Dawn to leave early.

Bruce made sure that there was nothing at the ball that required him to appear, so he went directly into his room in the Wayne Hotel through the safe passage.

Counting the time, it's time for Batman's daily night patrol.

The author has something to say:

I feel like I am in OOC every day [get down on the spot]

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Today is the author who wants to nag again:

Tell me a little secret,

In fact, it's not that I want card stamps,

I said three days ago, "I can write about the prom tomorrow!"

Then the day before yesterday: "I didn't write it today, tomorrow! I will definitely write it tomorrow!"

Yesterday: "Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows... Tomorrow! I must finish writing tomorrow!"

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Thanks Lu Lu for mine!Add more... If you don't add more, you can write an extra episode like this orz