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

Bruce pushed him away.

"Batman?" He lowered his head and licked his lips. The corners of his lips formed a natural upturned arc. "What does Batman have to do with me?"

Bruce put his fingers on Dawn's shoulder and pushed the man away.

Dawn suppressed a smile.He usually had a smile on his face, but at this moment his expression became calm, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became oppressive.

The more sensitive guests around looked sideways.But Bruce wasn't afraid of Dawn's change at all, and he still had a playboy-like indifference on his face.

He picked up his glass, lowered his head and took a sip of the wine.The curved surface of the glass blurred the expression on his face, only the man's Adam's apple could be seen sliding up and down.

Dawn looked at him.

Bruce put down his glass.

"Honey," he smiled lightly, with a little regret in his eyes at the right time, "If you want a sweet date, unfortunately, I have another date tonight."

The man tidied up his somewhat messy attire, turned around and walked towards the host of the banquet, thanking her with a smile.

This is undoubtedly another rejection of Dawn.

Dawn sat on the seat, slowly retracted his raised hand, and pressed it on the cold marble bar.The cold touch of the fingertips neutralized the warmth that had just remained.Dawn licked his lower lip lightly, and the lips showed a little curvature again.

At that time, Bruce had bid farewell to the lady hosting the banquet and was about to leave the banquet venue.

Before he could walk out of the front hall of the city hall, there was a scream outside, followed by a deathly silence.

Even without seeing what happened, the terrified and speechless atmosphere seems to be able to spread through the air——

Bruce, who had been brisk on his feet, changed his face and stepped a little faster.Although he still doesn't know what happened, but based on his experience, it definitely has something to do with those people in Arkham...

After a few steps, Bruce's cell phone rang.

It's Alfred on the phone.

Bruce walked around the corner in a few steps, walked to the exit of the city hall, and picked up the phone.

The voice through the microphone was slightly distorted, but the seriousness and worry in Alfred's tone could not be ignored: "The clown has escaped from Arkham again, Master Wayne."

The City Hall is located on Commercial Street.Across the square at the entrance of the city hall, there is a large display screen directly opposite.

Bruce stopped by the pillar at the entrance of the city hall.He looked at the advertising screen on the opposite building.That unique shooting technique that makes people dizzy just looking at it has already revealed the identity of the other party.

Not to mention that part of the clown's recognizable face flashed here and there.

"I've seen it." He replied calmly.

There was no sound from the advertising screen, but Bruce didn't have to think about it to know that the Joker hadn't said anything nice.As for the pedestrians in Gotham—they had already been frightened to stand on the spot when they saw the smiling face of the clown, and the screams that Bruce heard before were uttered by these pedestrians.

The video on the advertising screen does not look like a recorded video, but a live broadcast.Bruce narrowed his eyes trying to read the clown's lips...

"Who is this?"

Dawn asked behind Bruce's back.At some point, he had already chased after Bruce, and he was looking up at the shaking video on the advertising screen together with him.

"The technique of this shooting is really terrible." The man said with emotion sincerely.

For some reason, this comment sounds a bit funny-it's a pity that the fear brought by the clown is deeply rooted in the bones of the citizens of Gotham, and they can't laugh at all when they think about it.

The line of Bruce's lips twitched, but he still couldn't show a smile, but the expression on his face became more serious.

"It's the clown."

Dawn puts his finger on Bruce's shoulder.

Bruce ignored him, he looked up at the picture on the big screen, trying to make out what the Joker said.

"The school...bomb..., the professors are in the auditorium...you can escape, once they escape, the school will--" The pale face dangled on the screen, full of excited hahaha giggles, "bong ! Fry to the sky!"

The clown's shaking camera and the occasional appearance made it difficult for Bruce to recognize the lip language.

Alfred, who was also paying attention to the clown, must know what the clown said.The phone in Bruce's hand was still on, so it was easy to ask, but Dawn was still standing behind him.With Dawn's intelligence, as long as he heard him ask this question, it was absolutely impossible to hide the fact that Bruce was Batman.

"I have to go back." He looked away, trying to make Dawn let go of himself.

However, Dawn's hand on Bruce's shoulder didn't let go at all. Not only did he not let go, he also tightened his fingers, firmly pinching Bruce's shoulder.

Dawn turned and pushed with his hands, and with a clever force, Bruce was pressed into the shadow of the pillar, imprisoning him tightly.

"Why the rush to go back?" he laughed. "You're not a crime-fighting Batman—"

Bruce frowned.

"Honey, you must have understood. What he said was the school, not the city hall." Bruce was pressed on the stone pillar by the other party, "You are safe here."

He looked at Dawn, the man's amber eyes flashed coldly, but there was still a smile at the end of his eyes.At this time, he really looked like an uncrowned king controlling a huge gray force.

The attitude shown by Dawn is obvious-if Bruce doesn't admit that he is Batman, then he will never let Bruce leave like this in a short time.

Bruce struggled for a while, but Dawn was pre-emptive and determined to get the answer. How could it be so easy to break free?

The man only saw the pair of blue eyes in front of him widen in astonishment, and then took on a look of disappointment.These emotions disappeared in a flash, and in just an instant, Bruce's face returned to calm, so fast that one couldn't help but suspect that the emotions he saw before were all illusions.

"I'm just going home, Dawn." He frowned, and then let go, "Compared to here, I trust Wayne Manor's protection."

Dawn didn't let go of his pressure.

"There's no need to leave in a hurry, Bruce." The man chuckled, using this nickname that often appeared in the tabloids, "I'm here, you're absolutely safe. Or..."

He leaned close to Bruce's ear and chuckled in a low voice: "Actually, you are Batman?"

"Tell me frankly, baby."

"If Wayne is just Wayne, then you don't have to run around. If Wayne is still Batman..." Dawn said, pausing, "My car is right next to me, and I will take you to Batman myself. Anywhere Xia wants to go."

Bruce remained calm, but the strings in his heart suddenly tightened.

He'd denied being Batman to Dawn a few minutes earlier.Of course, Bruce didn't expect this lie to get away with Dawn forever, but he didn't expect to face such a situation so soon.

When the clown escapes from prison, Batman is bound to show up, and Dawn's attitude is also extremely firm, as if his patience has been worn out by repeated setbacks, and he must ask for an explanation at this moment.

This is naturally Dawn taking advantage of others. The problem is that according to the current situation, it seems that there is no better solution than admitting his identity to Dawn.

Bruce's mind was spinning rapidly.

"Don't worry." Dawn said, "The clown said that the bomb will explode in two hours. Before that, you still have a lot of time to think about it."

"Bruce, are you really not Batman?"

Dawn pressed hard.

"Why do you think I'm Batman?" Bruce smiled, as if he didn't feel the oppression coming from the other party at all.

"I'm just providing some financial support for that guy," he said with a smile, his tone as if he just dropped a potato, "If you misunderstood something because of this, I can only express my regret..."

"Don't lie to me, Bruce." Dawn pressed him tighter, "You and I know exactly how much information you accidentally leaked during the time when you lost your memory—"

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you don't intend to believe my words, honey?"

"I only believe in the truth."

Bruce suppressed his smile, and he seemed to ponder for a moment.

"Then, let me think about where to start." The man said briskly.

Dawn watched him warily.Bruce has kept it a secret for so long, it really doesn't make sense to suddenly change his attitude like this——

"Batman is a symbol. It originally appeared to scare Gotham's unscrupulous gangsters..." Bruce said slowly, groping his fingers behind his back, trying to find a suitable point of force, "Batman is just Batman , Bruce Wayne is just Bruce Wayne."

"Honey, you know that's not true. If Batman is just Batman, then who the hell is Bruce?"

Bruce sighed: "Batman is just my belief, my half body..."

"Batman!" A child's voice suddenly came from the crowd in the square.

Dawn, who was holding down Bruce, was suddenly distracted and looked in the direction of the sound.

It's now!

With his arms behind his back, Bruce lifted Dawn who was suppressing him with the reaction force from the stone pillar, and took two quick steps out of Dawn's control.

Then he paused.

The man raised his head, and Dawn, like all the passers-by in the square, looked at the large billboard opposite.

A black figure clearly appeared on the advertising screen that played the smiling face of the clown before.

Cat ears, cloak, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, the movements are fierce and sharp, but they don't hit the vitals.

Anyone who saw him beating the clown would never mistake him.

It's Batman.

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