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

"why?"

The moment he was pushed away by Bruce, Dawn's heart almost slipped to the bottom.

He—he's done everything he can to salvage the relationship, but Bruce's attitude hasn't changed in the slightest.Even though he felt that his redeeming gesture was ridiculously humble, Dawn couldn't help but bit his lip and wanted to ask an answer.

Why did the relationship between the two of them become like this?Obviously... when he left the United States last time, the relationship between the two was still very good. Even when he proposed marriage, Bruce also said that he would consider it...

Could restoring memory really bring about such a big change?

"Why?" Bruce tilted his head, looking quite puzzled.

Compared with the Bruce Dawn knew, the Wayne in front of him almost seemed to be a different person.He tilted his head and thought for a while, showing a sudden realization: "You mean our previous relationship?"

"Baby, it's just love, you don't really want to be together forever, do you?" The man had a surprised and exaggerated smile on his face, "Wake up, honey, you're a playboy—you should know this kind of thing." Is it right?"

Dawn looked at him without speaking.

He understands, of course he understands.

Although Dawn's status as a playboy is more like a mask for him, but he has done a lot of things that a playboy would do - of course he can understand that when he meets a beautiful woman he likes, he will come There is such a thing as a passionate but brief love affair.

He just didn't expect Bruce...he looked so serious.

"I see." Dawn closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

"I was wrong, sorry."

Bruce glanced at him worriedly, but Dawn, who closed his eyes to calm his emotions, didn't see it.

Such vague concerns were fleeting, and when Dawn opened his eyes again, Bruce still looked indifferent.

"In that case, then I'll go first." Wayne said, loosening his tie, standing up and walking towards the organizer of the reception, during which he chuckled and kissed the face of his female companion who came over. a mouthful.

It's all ridiculously absurd!

Dawn grabbed the whiskey in front of him and took a sip. The alcohol burned all the way along the esophagus into his stomach, as if a fire had been lit in his viscera, causing the man's upright figure to curl up slightly.

Bruce, who was saying goodbye to the host, secretly looked away.

……

Gotham's upper class has always been privileged - this seems to be the silent understanding between Gotham's criminals and these rich people, and few crimes will really threaten their lives.

When everyone left the reception happily, they finally heard from others what the clown did this afternoon.

But what does that have to do with them?Gotham is naturally guarded by Batman, all they need to do is to continue their normal life, at most one more question: "Did Batman catch him back?"

The answer is of course yes.

So the last little worry was dispelled, and they could go home relaxed and happy.

No one cares if the dark knight guarding Gotham gets hurt in the fight against criminals - because everyone knows that Batman has no limits.

Batman has no limits, but Bruce under the armor does.

The Joker is not a mentally ill criminal that can be easily dealt with. Although the opponent is not known for his outstanding fighting power among Arkham's talents, he is also quite powerful in fighting.

During the battle, Bruce was stabbed in the side by the clown.

Fortunately, it was just a flesh wound. After simple suturing, as long as there was no excessive fighting, it would basically not affect anything—even Bruce and the butler who stitched up the wound for him knew clearly that once they encountered any special circumstances, they would not be affected. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Batman to choose to back away because he is worried about the wound bursting.

He was even on his night watch on his usual schedule.

Batman can't be vulnerable, especially after all of Gotham knows he's had a run-in with the Joker.If he showed any signs of injury and vulnerability, all the years of Bruce's efforts to build Batman's image would be meaningless.

He flitted across the roof lightly, like every time before, silently but visibly intimidating those who were huddled in the shadows just about to move.

Then Batman picked up his ex-boyfriend in an alley near City Hall.

Or rather, Bruce.Wayne's ex-boyfriend?

Dawn was very drunk.

Unlike the last time he deliberately pretended to be drunk, he looked really drunk.The man sat at the foot of the wall with his knees bent, his face buried in his knees, and he didn't care that his clothes would be stained with dust.

Batman, who had just passed by this area, glanced at it, and stopped his footsteps when he was about to leave.

The ribbon that Dawn used to tie his hair fell out at some point, and his curly hair was scattered on his shoulders in a mess.If it weren't for the fact that he curled up like a woman who had just encountered something bad, it might be really hard for Bruce to notice him.

The Dark Knight landed in front of Dawn.

Bruce really didn't know how to face his ex-boyfriend, especially after putting aside that layer of playboy identity.He clearly knew that he did owe the other party, but as Batman, it was really difficult for him to make up for this debt - and Dawn didn't need his compensation.

The man stood where he was, not knowing how to place Dawn.

Maybe it would be a good idea to knock the opponent out and send him to the hotel?

he thought a little uncertainly.

Before he could act on his ideas, Dawn made the decisions for him.

The man noticed the feet that belonged to the Dark Knight.

Dawn looked up along the legs in front of him drunkenly, staggered against the wall, stood up and looked at Batman.

He didn't know the Dark Knight of Gotham, but the only exposed lower half of the face of the person in front of him felt so familiar to him...and the pair of dark blue eyes that looked at him through the mask.

Dawn shook his head in confusion, and took a step forward: "Bruce?"

he asked uncertainly.

Bruce didn't answer.

Dawn really overestimated his ability to balance when he was drunk.

Almost after calling out his ex-boyfriend's name, the man flung himself into Batman's arms unsteadily.

He didn't seem to feel the pain caused by the collision with the hard armor at all, he just looked up at the face in front of him that gave him a very familiar feeling.

The chin is very similar...and the lips are also very similar...and the eyes...

"Bruce?"

Dawn cupped Batman's face, looking like he wanted to kiss him.

A strong smell of alcohol made Bruce frowned under the mask, and the muscles of his arm hanging by his side were ready to go, and he was ready to chop Dawn unconscious with a palm.

The Warriors who tried to take Batman lightly were unaware of this.

Seeing the distance between the two getting closer...

Dawn's body shook suddenly, almost reflexively, he suddenly turned his head away——

"..."

Bruce looked almost helplessly at the man who had started to groggy and fell into a semi-comatose state after vomiting.

At this time, it seems that there is no need to put Dawn in a physical coma.

Batman still gave the opponent a hand knife.

……

Dawn woke up in a spacious big bed - this was normal for him, men rarely sleep in such narrow beds.

What wasn't normal was a severe headache from a hangover.

Dawn had no previous experience of being drunk at all. This kind of headache that seemed to be throbbing in the whole head, with a strong sense of presence, was quite novel to him.

And he was in a completely strange room.

Dawn tried to find some clues from the room while pressing his temple.

But it didn't wait for the man to break free from the negative effects of the headache.It was like hitting a camera in the room. It seemed that everyone in the house had realized his awakening. Bruce pushed open his door and walked in.

Compared with when they met at the banquet, Wayne looked more at home at this time, not as glamorous as before.

"Honey, you really got me into a lot of trouble."

Gotham Baby frowned slightly, complained with some dissatisfaction, and put the medicine and water in his hand next to Dawn.

"Bruce?"

"Why—" Dawn quickly realized something was wrong, and changed his words, "Why am I here?"

"I guess you know the answer better than I do?" Bruce said. "Batman sent you here."

He watched Dawn swallow the hangover medicine with water, and gave him another glass of orange juice: "I have to remind you, my dear, my house is not used to house drunks living on the streets."

Dawn didn't reply to his words.

"Batman—?"

"Why did he send me here?"

It seemed like a funny question, because Bruce couldn't help but smile: "Why not? Get you a room in the hotel? Did you bring your ID?"

He turned his eyes away from Dawn, and his voice subtly softened: "That's Batman."

"So he knows you?"

Bruce chuckled: "I thought it was no secret in Gotham that Wayne Enterprises funded Batman. Anyway, if you rest well, Alfred will send you away."

The man stood up, and after just a few short conversations, he seemed to be tired of this job of taking care of people.

"I hope that when we meet next time, you won't be sent to me because you got drunk again."

Dawn held the cup and looked at Bruce's back.

"So do I," he said. "Goodbye, Bruce."

Bruce's footsteps paused, he turned his head and nodded to Dawn: "Goodbye."

The door of the room clicked shut.

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