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

The phone clicked off.

Dawn looked down at the darkened phone, turned on the screen, and turned it off again.

The phone flickered in his hand, and after a while, the man seemed to finally realize that the call just now was not his illusion, and the smile that was originally on the corner of his mouth suddenly faded away.

Open the address book and call back.

Gotham.In a room in Wayne Manor.

Bruce's phone, buried under the fluffy covers, silently lights up, revealing an incoming call notification.As for the owner of the mobile phone, he finally settled his worries and went to eat his supper with relief.

Reason prevents Bruce from regretting what he has already decided.He has always been like this, even if the decision is not entirely correct, when he finds out, he should think about how to remedy it instead of wasting time regretting it.

It's Batman's way, and it's Bruce's way.

No matter how precious the relationship is, since we broke up, there is no need to worry about it.As time goes by, no matter how unforgettable the relationship is, it will fade away, not to mention that he and Dawn have only known each other for half a year.

It's too late to stop the loss now.

Dawn had no idea what his ex-boyfriend was thinking.

All he knew was that he had just mentioned the matter of marriage, and shortly after the other party agreed to consider it, he called and said they would break up.

The man was anxious and annoyed, and there was a humiliated anger.

If Bruce was so unwilling to establish a relationship with him, why did he agree to his confession in the first place?Why did the other party call and break up in such a hurry just to talk about the proposal?

And when they called to break up, Bruce didn't even give a reason!

He replayed Bruce's cell phone over and over again, and the sound of the call connection went on and off, over and over again.

After ten minutes or so, Dawn's patience dwindled with the longer and longer "beep-beep-".His fingers pressed against the armrest, and the fingertips were faintly white.

Finally, Dawn let go of the bloodless lips that had been bitten.

The man raised his hand, and the phone landed on the table, making a crisp sound.

Dawn's chest heaved, and he resisted the urge to vent his anger on the things on the table, frowning and pushing away his desk.Depressed footsteps rang from one end of the office to the other, and finally stopped in front of the French windows.

His fingers pressed against the open window frame.Dawn stood by the window, and there was a cool breeze blowing in from the window, but it didn't blow away the anger on Dawn's body at all.

The man only felt as if there was a furnace in his chest, the flames were smoldering in it, and the gas in the furnace was expanding, but was firmly pressed in the furnace by the lid.

He looked at the end of the city from a distance, as if he could see what Bruce, who was on the other half of the world, was doing now just by looking at it.

Bruce is taking a shower.

He closed his eyes and let the warm water pour down from the top of his head and slide over his closed eyes, cheeks, and jaw, as if this could wash away all the restless emotions.

Milky steam filled the bathroom.The water-soaked black hair hung down smoothly, sticking to the side of his face.Bruce reached out and brushed away a strand of hair that blocked his eyes, and stroked all the broken hair back to reveal the three-dimensional, steamy face.

Drops of water slid down his chin and dripped silently.

The sound of running water stopped.

The white bathrobe wrapped around the man's well-structured body, absorbing the moisture on his body.

Bruce casually tied his belt and went back to his room in his loose bathrobe.

The mobile phone he dropped on the bed no longer flashed the incoming call notification.

Bruce picked up the phone.

A dozen missed calls, all from the same person.

He snapped his fingers and opened the entire address book. The last call was 10 minutes ago.

His knuckle fingers swiped across the smooth screen of the phone for a while, but the number that was clearly at the top of the screen was still not dialed back.Immediately, with a soft 'click', the light source of the screen was turned off.

The phone was placed on the bedside table with the lamp on.

……

Dawn waited until noon, but did not wait for Bruce to call back.

The planning books he had read were all messy and flying handwriting, and several of them were scratched even on the thick file folders.That way, it's not like writing with a pen at all, but like carving a letter on paper with a carving knife.

One... No, in half the morning, the assistant changed three pens for Dawn, and finally returned to a cheap and trouble-resistant ballpoint pen.

Although holding a ballpoint pen to approve these documents sometimes gives people an unofficial feeling, but the documents are all from within the company, and no one dares to chew the chairman's tongue—anyway, it is better than thousands of dollars each Pens are used as carving knives.

The man is finally sure that Bruce won't call back.

He didn't call back before, and it can be said that it was because it was late at night on Bruce's side, and the other party fell asleep and didn't answer the call.But in the afternoon, according to Bruce's biological clock, he should have woken up by now.

He should have seen those call logs anyway.

Dawn still didn't wait for any response.

Because of the low air pressure that Dawn exuded, all the assistants walked into his office like rodents avoiding natural enemies, with their heads lowered and shoulders hunched, wishing to minimize their presence.

They tremblingly handed the newly delivered documents to Dawn's hands, and took away those that had been annotated, and added a few intact ballpoint pens to Dawn's desktop from time to time.

This time, when the assistant walked in, he was ready for everything.

But the low air pressure in the office miraculously disappeared.

The young assistant raised his head to look at the man sitting in the upper seat, and saw that his face was slightly pale, his lips were bright red, and there was a clear tooth mark on it.Dawn seemed a little tired, his eyes were closed, his slender fingers gently pinched the center of his brows, and his fingers cast a shadow on his face.

He noticed that the chairman's chest was slowly but obviously rising and falling. Although it looked much calmer than the suppressed and anxious look before, this look reminded the young man of some dangerous predators inexplicably.

He didn't dare to say anything, and put the documents in his hand on Dawn's left hand as before, and took away all the folders on his right.

"Call Solan over here." The man closed his eyes and said.

"Ah?" The young assistant reacted for a moment before realizing that Dawn was not talking to himself, "Master Solan is in the manor, sir. The elders said—"

"I know," Dawn's voice was as cold as the wind blowing from an ice cave, "call Solan here."

The assistant hesitated to speak.

He left Dawn's office with the documents in his arms, and suddenly felt a sense of relief in his body, as if some invisible pressure had been removed.

Across from Dawn's office were the assistants' offices.The young assistant handed over the documents to other colleagues, and called Dawn's main house according to Dawn's instructions.

The Presbyterian Church has long issued a strict order that Solan is not allowed to step into any company under Dawn's name.Even though everyone is well aware that this order cannot take effect for a long time, the length of time the order takes effect represents the face of the elders.

Even though Dawn was impatient with the tedious work, he was not in a hurry to get Solan back, why...

The assistant was thinking wildly, but still passed Dawn's words to Solan without saying a word.

Sure enough, the young master didn't have any hesitation, just said "I'll be there soon", and hung up the phone.

……

Bruce didn't have a good rest at night, but the biological clock he developed in the past six months still made him wake up very early.

He opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at the time on the phone, then pulled the quilt back to prepare for another sleep.

Anyway, Alfred was used to his behavior of staying in bed from time to time.

Then Mr. Butler knocked on Bruce's door.

"Master Wayne, you'd better get up early today," the butler said outside the door, "you know, if you haven't seen your news in the newspapers for a long time, everyone will suspect that you have gone out somewhere again." Unexpected."

"Why 'again'?" Bruce buried his head under the covers.

The butler walked in and opened the tight curtains in the room, revealing the already bright sky outside.

"Because you have a previous record of disappearance, sir." He said, "There is a lecture in the museum today, which may be worth seeing."

Bruce struggled on the bed for a while before sitting up by himself.

When Gotham's Bruce baby appeared in the museum, he looked handsome and personable again.

As soon as the man appeared, a flash of light flashed in front of him.

The reporter who turned the camera around took pictures subconsciously. When he realized that what he had photographed was Bruce who had been missing for more than half a year and was once again suspected of 'running away from home'.By the time Wayne arrived, the reporters beside him had already turned on their flashlights.

Having not experienced such a battle for a long time, Bruce was slightly taken aback, but he quickly reacted.

When the flashing lights went out, the little prince of Gotham was standing beside the car with a casual smile on his face. He was still the playboy rich second generation that everyone was familiar with.

……

No matter how much Dawn wants to leave the job to Solan, and go to the United States to find his dear ex-boyfriend for an explanation, this is not something that can be done in a short while.

Solan has not been in touch with the company's management for dozens of days, and many things have changed because of his disagreement with Herman, so Dawn has to wait until the young man takes over all the affairs before he can leave.Moreover, because he activated Solan much earlier than expected, the elders of the Dawn family felt that they had been humiliated, and they are still picking trouble in the family.

If it weren't for the fact that he was sitting as the patriarch, Dawn would have left this mess behind and walked away.

Fortunately, Solan was as obedient as ever, and Dawn told him to return to the company, so he helped his adoptive father organize the company's affairs without any objection.That look is well-behaved and obedient, and he is the only person Dawn has met during this period of time that makes him happy.

"Father," Solan knocked on the door outside, "I have something to tell you."

"Come in." The expression on Dawn's face softened a little.

Solan, who was wearing a white suit, opened the door and walked into the office.

After what happened last time, the young man seemed to have matured all of a sudden, and the gloomy temperament between his brows was much lighter than before.

He was not bad-looking in the first place, and the suppressed aura on his body dissipated, revealing the advantages of his youthful appearance.The light blond hair is soft and obedient, and with a white suit, people who see it can only think of a pianist sitting in a concert hall.

Solan's original edges and corners were worn away, but this was a change that satisfied the elders, so although they danced a lot in the family, they still didn't go too far.

But at this time the young man frowned, looking uneasy.

"What's the matter?" Dawn was attracted by his different expression than usual.

The young man squeezed the newspaper in his hand, strode to Dawn's desk, and spread out the page he was reading before.

There was a big picture on the newspaper, which was Bruce, whom both father and son were familiar with.

The man was stepping out of the car door with his head down.Because the photo was taken hastily, it can be seen that some places are blurred, but this does not affect people's attention from the sideways handsome face and straight long legs of the person in the photo.

The newspaper's headline was clear and catchy: The Prince Returns!Missing for half a year, suspected of being lost in a gentle hometown?

Dawn glanced at it, and it was densely packed with the love history of a certain man.

Solan: "I said it long ago, father! He—he is a man of unknown origin—"

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Solan: He's here to cheat! ! ! QAQ! !