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

"I guess everyone has noticed that we have a new guest at today's party." Bruce got off his supercar and pulled out his girlfriend.

Behind him, several supercars stopped one by one, and a row of beautiful models came out and followed Bruce, all tall and long-legged, it looked like a fashion show.

It's not news that Wayne hired a group of models recently, but seeing it like this still makes people feel a burst of envy for the corrupt life of the rich and rich second generation.

The crowd silently made way for the Little Prince of Gotham.

"Ever since I read about this Mr. Dawn in the papers, I thought," his words were heard by all the guests who were watching him, "oh, maybe we'll hit it off quite a bit!"

The handsome and affectionate young master let go of his female companion, and walked unhurriedly along the path that people gave way to.

At this time, no one would care about Bruce as a playboy.Did Wayne really read the newspaper, let alone mention the news written in the newspaper.

Wayne is the focus of the crowd.

"I have been asking my butler to invite this guest who came to Gotham for me—a distinguished guest." Wayne said, sighed, and there was a melancholy look in his blue eyes, as if he really cared for the other party. How sad not to show up.

After maintaining this look for a while, Bruce clapped his hands happily and raised his voice: "Today, I finally invited this friend who I have longed for. I think we should welcome this guest!"

Bruce finally made his way to his guest.

The man only left a silhouette for the host of the banquet, but even so, everyone could easily see that the other party was as handsome as Wayne.Compared to Wayne's appearance as a rich prodigal son, with curly hair tied behind his head by a ribbon and only half of his fair face showing, Dawn looked more like a nobleman like the earl described in the legend.

No wonder reporters dared to associate this outsider with Bruce.Wayne on a par.

Dawn was holding a plate of desserts and talking sweetly to his female companion.

"...Its color is as delicate as your lips. If you don't mind, I hope to share this dessert with you."

The man lowered his head slightly, looking down at his female companion with gentle and sincere eyes, but because of the suggestive words just now and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he showed a little desire, which made the girl in front of him blush. face.

He twirled a piece of light pink dessert and brought it to the girl's mouth. Watching her take a small bite with restraint, the smile on her lips became more obvious.

The man put the remaining pastry into his mouth, his light amber eyes bent, showing a genuine smile.

To be honest, Dawn's words were more suitable for himself than that girl.In particular, the movement of him poking out the tip of his tongue to lick off the crumbs left on his lips, and the little bit of water left on his lips, looked even more attractive than the female companion beside him.

I don't know how many people standing next to him unconsciously cast their eyes on the man.

After eating the pastry, Dawn seemed to finally realize that Bruce was standing beside him waiting for his response, and turned to look at him.

Bruce didn't show the slightest annoyance at the cold reception.

He was looking at Dawn.

Those who noticed Bruce would only regard this gaze as Wayne's vigilance towards the 'enemy' he met.But this is actually Batman's gaze, from the Dark Knight's gaze——

On the bright side, Dawn is just a rich man with billions of dollars but a dissolute nature, but as the Batman guarding Gotham, Bruce knows the details of the other party better than everyone present.

Dawn's gang is indeed concealed, but just concealment is not enough to hide from Batman who has almost managed Gotham as his own territory.He knew very well that a gangster that had been quite quiet in the past became very active after Dawn's arrival...

"Ah—sorry," the man opposite showed a careless and apologetic smile, "So you're talking about me?"

Bruce stepped forward and lightly touched the champagne glass in his hand.

He also smiled, unable to see how sincere he was: "Welcome, my friend."

Dawn raised an eyebrow.The foreign tycoon looked up and down the Gotham baby, his eyes full of admiration.Instead of drinking from his glass, he stepped forward to get closer to Bruce.

The two were almost nose-to-nose, and Bruce could even smell the strawberry-flavored dessert that Dawn exhaled.

"Wow," he heard the man on the opposite side exclaim softly, "Honey, you look as sweet as honey."

The surprise that couldn't be concealed appeared in Baby Bruce's eyes, but the man who seemed to be molesting him had already retreated calmly, as if he had done nothing, he picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip.

"Nice to meet you, Honey."

Dawn stared at Bruce with a smile, looking at him as if he had found a new 'prey'.

It wasn't just Bruce who was shocked by the suddenness.The guests, who were expecting to see a 'playboy showdown', were all jaw-dropped by this unexpected turn of events.Seeing Dawn retreating calmly, these people immediately let out a sigh in their hearts whether it was surprise or regret, and pretended to be concentrating on talking with the people around them, so as not to expose their essence of watching the excitement.

Bruce only reacted for a moment in a daze.

He lowered his eyes, then looked up at Dawn, as if it was the first time he had carefully looked at the other person's face until this time, and there was also a little interesting smile on his mouth.

It seemed that he was also aroused in interest.

"Me too - nice to meet you." He shook the wine glass in his hand.

"Why don't we chat?" Bruce invited.

"Of course," Dawn smiled at him, his eyes were as soft as water, "I wish for it." He said softly.

The sound seemed to escape from the tip of the tongue, from the gap between the teeth, and from the slight trembling of the lips one by one. It was like the soft humming of the slender strings, which made the heart tremble involuntarily.

Bruce blinked, as if about to share a secret: "Come with me."

In this way, the two rich men disappeared from everyone's sight one after the other. Only the female companions who were left alone could prove that they had been there.

The facts were not as expected by the people who witnessed all this. The two playboys did not quickly reach a consensus after "falling in love at first sight".

Like a child exploring, Bruce took Dawn out of the banquet hall and took him to explore around his huge manor.

After the accident twenty years ago, most of Wayne Manor was sealed up.Until now, many of the previous furniture were still covered with dust-proof white cloths—after all, Bruce was the only owner in the huge manor, and he didn't need these at all.

They hang out in the hallway on the south side.

This is the area Bruce least often visits. Almost all the decorations next to him are covered with dust-proof cloth. Under the dark sky, it is like entering some old castle that has been dusty for a long time.

"Why would Mr. Dawn want to come to Gotham?"

Bruce walked backwards in front, and the light came in from the side window, casting faint sunlight on him.The man was dressed in a champagne-colored suit, and seemed to be the only luminous body in the entire corridor.

Dawn's eyes stayed on Bruce, and the surrounding environment didn't seem to affect him at all.

"Don," he said, "my name is Don."

Bruce suddenly smiled.

"Don. Dawn," he said, "sounds like whoever named you thought you were meant to be born with your last name."

Dawn looked at him and smiled: "Maybe that's what it means...but I'm afraid I've let them down a little bit"

"How?" Bruce took another sip of the champagne he was holding in his hand, his lips stained with liquid gleamed brightly in the dark corridor, "If you mean that you are like this... you will never let people Disappointed, I promise."

"I believe." The man answered very naturally.

This attitude of taking it for granted as if what Bruce said was the truth made the smile in Bruce's eyes a little bit more.

"Don't get me off topic," he said half-complainingly, "how did you come to Gotham?"

"Although it's the most beautiful city in my eyes, it's because I grew up in this city - it doesn't have a good reputation from outsiders."

"Maybe."

Dawn followed his footsteps and walked forward. The two looked at each other, one behind the other.

"Maybe, I came here just to meet you?" Dawn said.

Bruce hadn't had time to speak yet.

"Be careful!" Dawn rushed forward and grabbed him with a big stride.

The shelf behind Bruce, which was placed in the middle of the road for some reason, staggered and fell to the ground, and the vase on it fell on the carpet with a muffled sound.

Dawn grabbed his arm and turned his head to look behind Bruce: "It's not broken."

The man's blue eyes stared at him with a smile.

Although all the wine in the glass was poured on him during the process just now, Bruce's expression was also unusually calm.

It was only at this time that the person opposite him realized that the distance between the two had suddenly become so close.Dawn looked down at Bruce's empty wine glass in a daze, and his eyes fell on his soaked shirt.

The crisp white shirt clung to the man's chest after being soaked in water, outlining the outline of his pectoral muscles.

Dawn looked up and met Bruce's eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Do you need a change of clothes, Bruce?" Dawn asked calmly, and retreated naturally as if nothing had happened. In terms of gentlemanly demeanor, he was absolutely impeccable.

"I think it's really necessary." Bruce looked at himself.

"Maybe, you don't mind coming with me?"

The man's voice suddenly became low, as if suppressing something: "I wish for it." Dawn said in a low voice.

At the banquet, no one saw the two playboys who appeared briefly and then disappeared together.

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"I met a fortune teller before." Dawn hugged Bruce, and the silk quilt felt warm against the skin. "She told me that I would meet the sweetest sugar in the world here."

"I guess I found it."

Bruce looked at him with those blue eyes open, and he gave a low laugh when he heard the words, but he couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

He reached out and pressed Dawn into his arms: "Go to sleep, it's late."

The author has something to say:

*Don.Dawn, the English name is Don. Dawn, the pronunciation is very similar, and it can even be transliterated (not a common translation method in China) as Dawn.Dawn...so my hero is actually called Tangtang!

Cough, this is a foronenight story. As for whether there is any intersection in the future, it is another story different from this article. Please feel free to make up your mind

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