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

Batman's blue eyes looked at him gravely through the mask, piercing, as if he could see through Dawn's casual expression, which seemed to be just casual, and read his inner thoughts.

After a while, the man behind the mask spoke.

"Gotham's dark forces have their own balance."

The implication is that there is no benefit in breaking the balance hastily.

This sentence still does not reveal whether the other party is Bruce or not.Dawn stared at Batman's face, and the little smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.He was very troubled by this impeccable rhetoric.

Before he could say anything else, the Dark Knight of Gotham turned away.

He seemed to feel that he had stayed in this place for too long, and there was no need to continue the conversation with Dawn.The man's fingers wrapped in the uniform wiped his belt, and he didn't know what mechanism he touched, and the dim streetlight that originally illuminated his figure suddenly went dark.

The figure that had almost merged itself with the darkness took a step back and disappeared soundlessly into the night of Gotham.

"Bruce?"

……

The lights of the Batmobile broke through the water curtain that blocked the Batcave and drove into the secret base.

Unlike usual, there was another person on the platform that should have been empty.

"Is everything all right, sir?"

Alfred stood waiting for Bruce in the Batcave.

"Didn't I tell you that you don't have to wait for me to come back, Aff?" Bruce asked while skillfully taking off the armor that belonged to Batman, "You seem to be in a good mood?"

After patrolling all night, even though he didn't encounter any special circumstances, Bruce also had several redness and swelling on his body due to bumps during the patrol.However, the man only moved a little bit to make sure that no soft tissue was injured, so he took it for granted and ignored these flesh injuries.

Mr. Butler rarely paid attention to Bruce's injury.

"Yes," he responded, "I'm very happy. I think the husband I've looked after since childhood is about to win his happiness."

Bruce paused for a moment, his naked back arched a smooth arc under the dim light of the Batcave.After a while, he continued with his hands: "We have already broken up, Afu." The man's voice became a little helpless.

"So, you did have an affair when you disappeared? I didn't know you would be ashamed to mention such a thing." The butler said.

"Alfred." Bruce called him.

"That's all in the past."

While talking, the man turned around and put the armor back on the shelf next to him, with his back to Mr. Butler.

"But you have been back for so long, and you have never mentioned this matter." Alfred put the coat in his hand on Bruce, stood behind the man and watched him fiddle with the computer in the Batcave, "forgive the one who cares Your old man's little curiosity."

Bruce sighed, stopped tapping his fingers on the keyboard, and turned to look at Alfred.

Mr. Steward's eyes fell on the empty computer interface.

"Has anything in particular happened, sir?"

"No."

"Then what do you want to do after spending 5 minutes tapping on this screen?"

"..."

A moment of silence.

After a while, Bruce lowered his head and wiped his face with his palm: "Okay, Aff." He reluctantly conceded defeat.

"Something special happened during the time I was away," he said, looking down at the water in the Batcave. A relationship, but I didn't know my identity at the time."

He turned back to look at the butler who was looking at him: "The beginning of that relationship was too thoughtless, Aff. That's all."

"Then I think you should at least express your gratitude to the other party in person. Gratitude is a very valuable quality." The butler said.

Bruce is choked again by Alfred.

Thinking back to what he did after he regained his memory - first he dumped the other party for no reason, then he walked to Dawn who came to ask the reason for the breakup, and finally he refused to admit his identity...

"We've broken up, Aff," he said. "You don't have to try to match him and me."

"But you're wavering, Master Wayne."

"No, I didn't." Bruce responded quickly.

The old butler looked at him gently and tolerantly, as if he was looking at a child who wanted candy but was stubborn and refused to admit it.

Bruce shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'you don't believe it', and turned his face away from his gray-haired butler.He tightened his coat with his hands, and strode up the secret passage leading to the study.

He thought Mr. Steward would give some advice—after all, the old man had always hoped that Bruce could have a life other than Batman.But Alfred just shook his head and followed Bruce silently.

It was already late at night, and in the entire Wayne Manor, only the lights leading from the study to Bruce's bedroom were still on, as if waiting for his master's return.

The old man followed Bruce and walked him to the door of the bedroom.

Neither of the two spoke.

"Aff," Bruce finally said before pushing open his bedroom door.Hovering between the two, the strange atmosphere created by the silence suddenly disappeared.

Bruce didn't look back, he lowered his head and faced the door panel of his bedroom, rubbing his fingers on the smooth carving of the doorknob.After a long time, I slowly opened my mouth: "It's complicated between us. He and I are not suitable."

The butler didn't speak.

Even if he didn't look back, Bruce could still imagine the eyes of the old man who watched him grow up on him, as if he was treating a wayward child.That look has appeared countless times since Bruce ended his seven-year runaway and returned to Gotham.

Bruce's familiarity with that gaze runs deep into his bones.

When he told Alfred that he was going to be Batman...when he was injured because of the night watch...when he pretended to be a playboy because of Batman's identity, but refused to have any sexual relationship with any girl …Bruce has seen that look too many times, more than he can count.

In the end, however, Mr. Steward always backs down.

"Of course you can decide for yourself, Master Wayne." Alfred said behind him.

Bruce was relieved.He responded vaguely, pushed open the door and entered his room.

……

As usual, when he slept until almost noon, the Mr. Housekeeper who walked in woke up the sleeping rich man.

Alfred can make Bruce, who stays up late every day, miss breakfast, but he will never let Bruce sleep through Chinese food - although in reality, this meal is more appropriately called Bruce's breakfast.

"Bruce, what's Wayne's schedule today?" Bruce asked his almighty Mr. Housekeeper while eating a nutritious breakfast after washing up.

If you can make a ranking list of how unconcerned you are with your schedule, one counts as one, and Bruce will definitely be at the top.

Alfred was used to helping his lord with his schedule.

"The Wayne Group has a board meeting this afternoon," he said, "and you invited Miss Austin to dinner three days ago."

"Dinner?" Bruce recalled for a while before vaguely remembering the lady he was dating.

but……

"Why would I ask her out to dinner?" Bruce asked.

The man knows that his attitude of not caring about his daily life will inevitably lead to nagging from Mr. Housekeeper—even though he himself thinks that his life in uniform at night is his real daily life.

He opened his blue eyes and looked up at Alfred standing there, looking very much like the young master Bruce when he was not so rebellious.

The old butler suddenly felt that his broken heart had been mended again.

He didn't care about Bruce's indifference to his own life anymore, Wen Sheng explained: "When you went shopping with her last time, you met Ms. Catherine—and then you recognized the wrong female companion. This is compensation, Master Wayne."

"Oh," Bruce replied, and thought about it carefully, "it seems to be the case."

"..."

No matter how much the old butler has a filter, he can't help but feel his master, Bruce from the bottom of his heart.Wayne is a complete scumbag.

Scumbag, oh no, after Mr. Wayne finished his breakfast, he lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

"When is the board meeting? Am I running late?"

——If it wasn't for the fact that his pace didn't speed up at all, these words might still make people feel that the other party cares about this matter to some extent.

Alfred sighed.

"I believe everyone is used to this, sir." He kept pace with Bruce walking out, "There will be a charity dinner in a few days, would you like to go?"

"A charity dinner?" Bruce asked back. "The kind of banquet where all the donations are spent on buying ingredients? Why should I go?"

"You don't like charity dinners," said Alfred, "but you haven't had a night out for nearly a month, Mr. Wayne. There may be a guess about it that you don't want to hear."

"My night life is very rich." Bruce said casually.

He picked out a car key at random, pressed the unlock button, and walked towards the luxury car with its lights on.

"—what guess?"

"This is not my area of ​​expertise, sir. But I guess it will probably damage your masculinity." Alfred continued to follow him.

Bruce opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, only then did he realize what the butler was referring to.

silence.

The man's face darkened.

"..." He pressed the car window, "I don't want to go to the charity dinner."

"I'll keep an eye on other invitations for you." Alfred said naturally.

The author has something to say:

Aff: Although everything is up to you, but you let me choose the invitation, Master Wayne :)

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