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

"Bruce." Dawn saluted him politely, making an invitation.The sunlight fell into his hazel eyes, as if reflecting a golden spring.

With a smile on his face, he asked tenderly in a low voice, as if inviting a dance to his favorite person at a ball, "I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to walk around with me?"

Dawn's movements are a bit exaggerated in this place.However, both of them looked at each other calmly, as if they were not aware of the nearby eyes.

Bruce looked up at him and couldn't help but smile.The creaminess of the ice cream that has been left out on the lips is particularly noticeable.

"Don—" he said, with a smile, "will you not develop your penchant for drama at this time?"

"It will make me sad to evaluate my sincerity like this, my prince."

As Dawn said, he stretched out his fingers to wipe off the milk syrup from Bruce's lips, and pressed his sweet-smelling fingertips on Bruce's lips.

"Hush—" he said, "You don't need to say anything, just leave everything to me with peace of mind."

Wet, slightly itchy touch came from his fingertips.It was Bruce who poked out the tip of his tongue and licked/licked Dawn's fingers.It was an extremely soft, extremely slight touch, as if a newborn kitten was tentatively sticking out its tongue looking for milk, or as if a butterfly vibrated its wings slightly on the strings, making Dawn's fingers insignificant Chadi twitched.

It was as if a soft kiss fell straight into the heart through the fingertips.

Bruce blinked at him innocently.

It was as soft as a cloud in the sky, and as sweet as the cotton candy sold at the stall next to it—no, it was much sweeter than cotton candy.But at night, it was the man in front of him who looked like the most delicate prince in the world, silently carrying the dark side of the entire city.

He blended his two faces so well, but Dawn seemed to be able to see the radiant soul through Bruce's penetrating blue eyes—just a simple peep made him tremble soul.

Time seemed to stand still in the eyes of the two. The man could clearly feel his heart beating faster in the eyes of his lover. He almost used all his restraint to resist not choosing to hold Bruce in his arms. .

"Bruce?" he whispered.

His lover blinked slowly, looking away from Dawn's reflection in his own eyes.Bruce grabbed the rope hanging from his red balloon, took Dawn's left hand, and tied a knot on his ring finger lightly.

"Okay," he said, "I'm yours now."

Before Dawn could react, Bruce stood up and interlocked his fingers through Dawn's fingers where the red balloon was tied.

He shook the hands they held together, and the red balloon sandwiched between them also swayed with Bruce's movements, just like the beating heart in Dawn's chest.

"You can take me anywhere you want, sir," Bruce said.

Dawn led Bruce for a while in a daze, before finally recovering from the side effects of his abnormally soaring blood flow.

He lowered his head and kicked the broken stones on the path with the toe of his shiny leather shoes. He seemed to still be reeling in his mind the feeling of being surprised by the violent impact just now, as if his soul had come out of his body.

"You're so cunning, Bruce." Dawn couldn't help complaining.

Probably out of some kind of instinct, when he lost his mind, he almost spontaneously led his lover to a small hidden side road.This is like a path left by the park for overhauling the roller coaster. The bushes on both sides are lush and dense, and it is so narrow that it can only accommodate two people walking shoulder to shoulder.

A red balloon dangled between the two of them.Dawn turned sideways to face Bruce, couldn't help biting the man's earlobe in a vengeful way, leaving a row of neat teeth marks that were slightly red.

"You know, I just have one idea right now—" he said, "I want to take you back to Wayne Manor—"

Bruce pushed him back with a smile.

"Don't mess around, Don," the man said solemnly. "This is a date, and it's our first date in Gotham."

"Damn date." Dawn buried his head in his lover's neck and grinded his teeth, and there was another glistening canine mark on Bruce's neck.

The Dark Knight of Gotham pursed his lips somewhat helplessly—when Dawn insisted on playing childishly, he always had nothing to do with him.

"You should pay attention to your language, dear."

"Don't talk about me like that!" Dawn protested as he buried himself in his body, and the feeling that his entire nasal cavity was filled with the smell of Bruce made him take a slightly intoxicated breath.After a while, he choked out his voice vaguely: "It sounds like Captain America is complaining about Tony—"

"Don—"

Bruce didn't know what to say, and he tried to keep the smile out of his voice, "Stop acting like a canine, I'm not your teether, sir."

Dawn finally straightened up from Bruce, and with an aggrieved expression, he glanced at Bruce unwillingly.

He seemed to have said something, but at this moment, the roller coaster rolled past not far behind the two of them like a whirlwind, and the screams from the tourists above covered Dawn's voice.

But this didn't affect Bruce's understanding of his meaning through lip language.

The man smiled, and shook the hands they held together again as if to remind Dawn: "I said, you can take me anywhere, honey."

This was obviously an answer that pleased Dawn.

He finally suppressed the complaining look on his face, and smiled again.

"Then we can go now." Dawn said, leading Bruce back to the main road.

There were still people coming and going in the amusement park. Even if someone occasionally noticed the two of them, they quickly turned their eyes away to focus on their own affairs.

"Have you heard the legend of the Ferris wheel?"

"If you're talking about the legend about the highest point of the Ferris wheel—" Bruce sat in the small compartment of the Ferris wheel, looking at Dawn who was holding the red balloon in his arms, "I've heard a lot version, I don’t know which one you are referring to?”

"Of course the one I want to believe."

The position where the two are located is slowly rising with the rotation of the Ferris wheel, gradually moving away from the ground.From the window, they were already quite a distance from the ground.

Dawn let go of the balloon in his arms and approached his lover.

"Honey," he said, pressing Bruce's shoulder suggestively and pressing his forehead against Bruce's, "look, here, no one can see what's being done..."

Bruce subconsciously glanced at the ferris wheel's fully transparent cabin made of tempered glass.

His expression became a little subtle.

His actions made Dawn couldn't help lowering his voice and laughing: "It seems that you are looking forward to it, Bruce."

Bruce rolled his eyes at him - if it weren't for Dawn's weird and wicked tastes during this period, how could he have thought of going in that direction the first time he received a hint...

Dawn leaned on him and smiled for a long time before finally holding back his smile.

He straddled Bruce's lap, leaning down to kiss his lips.Kissing and kissing, a low laugh escaped from his lips a little bit uncontrollably.

This finally pissed off Bruce.

He clasped the back of the man's head, and kissed him full of vengeance, until Dawn couldn't help but hum a nasal sound begging for mercy——

Hearing this voice, Bruce knew that the other party must have been unable to hold back his laughter.

He bit Dawn's lip again angrily, and then let go of his lover with the complacency of a successful revenge.

Dawn looked at his watery eyes, and he didn't know whether it was from suppressed laughter or the physiological tears from being kissed.The two looked at each other for a while, and Dawn couldn't help but lowered his head and rubbed Bruce's rosy lips.

"Bruce..." he whispered, with a smile, "you really eat me to death."

"You too."

Bruce looks at him.The pair of sea-like dark blue eyes blinked lightly. The man lowered his eyes and put Dawn's palm on his heart. Through the light and smooth fabric of the suit, he could clearly feel something rushing and powerfully moving below him. beat.

Bruce fluttered his eyelashes and smiled a little: "Did you feel it?"

"Every acceleration of it is because of you." He said softly.

The way he lowered his eyes and smiled was so alluring, Dawn almost spent the most willpower to keep them from completely turning into two kissing fish.

"Then..." He sat on Bruce's lap and took out the gift he had prepared for a long time from his pocket.

There was almost undetectable tension in the man's voice—Bruce's attitude was quite obvious, which gradually stabilized his restless heartbeat.

"Will you marry me, Bruce?"

Bruce glanced at the ring on Dawn's palm.

It was a pair of very beautiful rings. The silver setting was inlaid with blue broken gemstones. It can be seen how much the person who customized them preferred this color——

"No," he said, "I don't want to."

Astonishment flashed across Dawn's face, and his smile faded: "Why?"

Before Bruce could answer, he received it in a hurry: "Honey, although I'm a sweet tooth, I'd like to—I mean, it's good to taste your bitterness, Bruce."

"We had a great time working together, didn't we?"

Bruce interrupted several times when he opened his mouth.Finally, the man sighed softly: "I don't want to marry you, but it's good that we get married."

He took the ring out of Dawn's palm and put it on for his lover.

"And—" Bruce took Dawn into his arms, "You're my sugar, Don."

"Now is the apex of the Ferris wheel."

The author has something to say:

My Brucey grows up, he will flirt by himself ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Today’s sugar content exceeds the standard, I think I’m going to gain weight qwq

And, coded and coded, I feel that the Ferris wheel in the fully transparent glass warehouse is very fragrant...Am I a devil hahahaha