Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

[Sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have accepted his quest without permission... But that's just because it popped up too often!You don't want to see him, so I didn't tell you. I thought it would automatically fail when the time limit expired. Who knew his mission was permanent!No one's tasks should be permanent!Why can he be permanently traumatized and not turn into a villain? ? 】

At eight o'clock in the morning, Cynthia was floating in the sky with a gloomy face, heading towards the Gotham Bridge.

And the system in her head panicked.

[... Cynthia?where are you going? 】

[Cynthia? 】

【You won't go to Stark to take out the Holy Raven Stone, will you?It's already in your body! 】

【Cynthia! ! 】

【Shut up. 】Cynthia couldn't bear it anymore and said, 【Do you think my current direction is towards New York? 】

[…] The system choked, [Are you going to Gotham?To complete the task?But I thought you didn't want to see him. 】

Cynthia sneered: [So I have to give up my plan for this reason? 】

[But it's already eight o'clock, he may have woken up. 】

【No, he won't.Bats work differently than humans. ] Cynthia said firmly.

The system hesitated and said: [...Did you know that Batman has disappeared for a whole year? 】

【……what? 】

Cynthia froze.She stopped in mid-air and said in disbelief: 【This is impossible.How could he stop? 】

[Part of the reason is that the law and order in Gotham became temporarily calm after the clown was caught.But more importantly, you were blown up to death by the clown on a national live broadcast in a cruel way a year ago. The clown said at the time that Batman killed you, and Batman didn't give any explanation afterwards. This made him suffer from all aspects of society. huge accusation.Although Director Gordon immediately rehabilitated him, and people became rational after the incident, but the world has been decided, and he chose to disappear. 】

[...? ? ?what? ? 】

Cynthia pulled her hair in shock, and said confusedly: 【What does my death have to do with him?Isn't that what the clown did? ?Didn't Batman go to defuse the bomb in that hospital? ? ...what happened after I was gone?Why do I feel like my death is not doing anything? ? 】

[At least you bought time for the hostages in that hospital. 】The system said,【If the hospital really blows up Batman, his fate is far less good than his own retirement. 】

[Oh come on, let's be honest - Batman's fate has always been bad. ] Cynthia rolled her eyes.

The system continued enthusiastically: [By the way, did you know that Bruce Wayne also disappeared after this incident? 】

【what? ? ? 】

[——In front of public places and the media. 】The system slowly added.

【…】

Cynthia took a deep breath, silently persuaded herself not to always think about throwing this trash out of her mind—it could at least make her fly—then said calmly: [What?He finally stopped marketing his playboy personality? 】

[Not only that,] the system gloats, [he has almost completed the revolutionary transformation from partyboy to social horror otaku, he will never step out of Wayne Manor if he has nothing to do, and for some reason, the media did not take a single photo To- you know the Gotham Daily almost went out of business because of this?Anyway, everyone said his depression was related to your death, after all, you were his ex-girlfriend, and you broke up so heroically (Cynthia snorted).They bet at the beginning that he could stay at home for a few months at most, but they all gave up in the end. The media has almost forgotten the son of Gotham in the past and began to focus on new things. 】

[So he is now in a state of doing nothing at home? ] Cynthia asked.

【Yes. 】

【That's good. ] Cynthia showed a confident smile, 【I can guarantee that he has not gotten up yet. 】

Like all skilled perverts in the world, Cynthia sneaked into the master bedroom of the mansion in broad daylight, except that the mansion was called Wayne Manor.

The buildings in Wayne Manor are full of classical atmosphere. Even if a young master set fire to it and rebuilt it, it is still elegant and simple, telling the guests the glory and history of the family.

Cynthia floated into the master bedroom from the window covered with vines, and saw the luxurious four-poster bed at a glance. The bedding on the bed was a little messy, and a human-shaped bulge was arched on the side near the window.Compared with the empty room and the kingsize bed, the bulge looks a little pitiful.

Cynthia sat on the window frame and took a deep breath, doing a mental construction for herself, and then slowly floated to the bed.Bruce Wayne lay there on his side, curled up in a ball wrapped in the quilt, and even buried his face in it, only a few strands of disobedient black hair sticking out softly on the white pillow.

【Is he going to suffocate himself? ] Cynthia said speechlessly.

【You can lift the quilt. 】The system said.

[Do you think it's easy to lift Batman's quilt? ] Cynthia sighed, 【Give me the ability first, I want him to sleep more soundly. 】

Cynthia's figure slowly appeared in the air. For the first time, she seemed to be naked and felt a little discomfort and crisis.

She bowed her head, slowly approached the bulge, and coaxed it in a low voice: "Don't listen, don't think, don't feel. All you have to do is enjoy the dream."

The whole room was silent, and Cynthia listened carefully to Bruce's breathing until it became completely smooth and soft, then exhaled lightly, and opened the side quilt covering Bruce.

Bruce's slightly longer bangs were scattered to one side due to the lifting of the quilt, revealing his smooth forehead, deep-set eyes, slender eyelashes, straight nose bridge and...a thick beard.

Cynthia: "...?!"

Cynthia was stunned, and forgot to breathe as if seeing an alien spaceship flying overhead.

【...Stop!Stop barking!I'm going deaf! ] The system that endured the swear words circulating in Cynthia's brain shouted unbearably.

【What's the matter with him? ...Could it be that Alfred controls all knives including razors in Wayne Manor? ? 】Cynthia stared at Bruce's mouth in disbelief—in fact, she couldn't see his mouth clearly, and the big beard covered the entire lower half of his face—and said.

【I have no idea!Maybe he just doesn't want to shave? 】The system said, 【I only know that if you don't attack again, Alfred will rush in to save you.Come on, are you going to sleep? 】

【No, I don't want it. 】Cynthia looked away with difficulty, 【Is there any simple and quick way? 】

[Then indirect treatment.Do you see where that doll is? 】

Cynthia looked at Bruce's sleeping position, shook her head and said: [No.But I guess, it should be buried in the crest of his left neck? 】

[Then take it out. 】The system said.

Cynthia moved a little closer, tested the angle of reaching out a few times, and was suddenly hit by a guess.She gasped, and began to pray in panic: 【Please don't have a beard on that little one, please don't have a beard on that little one, please don't have a beard on that little one...】

The system rolled its eyes in her mind: 【Oh, please. 】

Cynthia let out a breath slowly, put her hand into the gap between Bruce's chin and shoulder, groped for a while, and pulled out a little figure in black clothes.

Even though it looks like a miniature version of Bruce Wayne, the villain wears a scaled-down couture suit, is meticulously pomaded, and exudes an air of luxury from head to toe.

Fortunately, it does not have a beard, and its small face is as white as a boiled egg after peeling.But it always curled itself up, like a little gray mouse, even if Cynthia fished it out crookedly and straightened it up again, it would slowly squat into the corner, posing itself closed posture.

Cynthia looked at the little thing in her palm silently. After more than ten seconds, she finally let out a sigh, and tapped the little man's shoulder with the index finger of the other hand.

"What's the matter, little one?" she asked softly.

The little man in a ball trembled, and slowly raised his face buried in his arms. It was expressionless, like a lifelike sugar man strung on a sign, only looking at it with its big cobalt blue eyes. Looking at Cynthia, with calm and intense sadness, and a trace of inexplicable grievance.

Cynthia relented helplessly.She lightly poked the little man's fat face, and sighed, "Hey... I don't know if you need it, but I'm here, okay?"

"You don't have to be so strong, and you don't have to try your best to hold on, just relax..."

"It's going to be okay... I promise, it's going to be okay," she said.

The villain's blue eyes blinked slightly, and a layer of mist gradually appeared inside.It sniffed silently, grabbed Cynthia's fingers that were messing with its face with both hands, and then pressed it tightly in its arms, wrapped it in its coat, and tucked it properly, holding it still up.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia tried to pull her finger back, but felt a tiny and weak resistance, as if a seedling just broke through the ground and caught the barbed wire next to it.

She lowered her head and saw the little black-haired man holding his coat tightly and her fingers wrapped in the coat. He pursed the corners of his mouth stubbornly, his clear eyes widened and stared at her, while saying "click "Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her eyebrows drooped pitifully, and she cast a familiar angle.

Cynthia: "...Damn it, you guys are exactly the same."