Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The beams of Rolls-Royce headlights are extravagant and dazzling, piercing the night of Gotham silently.

Bruce was holding the steering wheel, and glanced at Cynthia from the corner of his eye.Her face still had the rosy color bestowed by the slightly cold evening wind, and her glazed eyes looked towards him, bending softly.The light from the neon lights on the side of the road slowly slid across her face, causing the already extremely shallow eyes to lose their original color, but two small crescent moons refracted from the bottom of the eyes.

"I remember you had a few sips of wine, Bruce?" she drawled.

"Don't worry." Bruce showed that itchy smile, "In Gotham, no one will stop Bruce Wayne's car."

Cynthia shook her head helplessly and amusedly.

"I haven't had time to ask you, what does 'we're dating' mean?" she asked.

Bruce glanced at her, a charming smile on his lips.

"What's wrong?" he said, "I thought you liked me as much as I liked you. Of course, if you don't want to, I can do an interview tomorrow and say to them 'Cynthia is so perfect, I consider It’s still too offensive for a night’.”

After a pause, he said again: "But as long as you don't tell me that your choice is Luther, I will be very sad."

Cynthia couldn't help laughing: "Are you jealous?"

Bruce shrugged: "Maybe? I don't know too well."

"Okay. Give me a reason to choose you," Cynthia said.

Bruce pretended to meditate: "Well... I'll be nice to you?"

He couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

"No no no, let me start over. Ummm..."

His blue eyes looked out from the shadows of the car, deep and bright, reflecting the night lights of Gotham.

"I'm not good at company, but I'm willing to try my best, for you." He said, his voice was deep and magnetic, "I can be your shelter, I can be your freedom, when I'm not around, the sun will wake your eyes, The moonlight will caress your hair, but in the morning, I am the one who says good morning to you, and in the evening, I am the one who takes you out of loneliness."

"Anywhere I go, I long for your shadow; any scenery I see, I need your attention. I have nothing but everything I can give you."

The red light came on ahead, and the car stopped slowly.Bruce stretched out his right hand, flipped his forearm gracefully twice in the air, with the palm facing up, and handed it to Cynthia.

He exaggeratedly invited: "If this is the case, will I still have the honor to invite the most beautiful lady in Gotham to be my female companion again?"

Cynthia looked at him for a while, sneered, and immediately puffed up her chest arrogantly, slowly put her palm on his hand, and said in a tone: "Oh, what does this handsome gentleman want to use?" To win a lady's heart a second time?"

"How about..." Bruce took her hand like the first time we met, lowered his head and gently pecked her hand, "Exchange his own?"

"Oh, come on!" Cynthia laughed.

She leaned against the back of the seat, her platinum-blond hair slid down her shoulders, her rosy lips were bent into a proper arc, and her eyelashes fluttered happily, like a pair of butterflies about to fly.The carriage was extremely dark, but her body exuded a soft light, like an emissary specially placed here by the moon.

When the green light came on, Bruce withdrew his smiling gaze and shrugged like a rascal: "Anyway, I'll take this as my consent."

He stepped on the accelerator, and the surrounding scenery receded, the car turned into a deserted path, and the lights gradually dimmed.Bruce's eyes swept to both sides of the road. In those dark and narrow corners, the filth and sinisterness of Gotham quietly grew.

His smile faded.

"Until then," he said, looking straight ahead, "I hope you don't go out in the wee hours of the morning again. Gotham is not safe lately, there are more and more lunatics, and ladies like you stand by the lanes at night, It's easy to get caught by those bastards."

Cynthia looked forward along his line of sight, and then lowered her head again.She pulled back the hair that was loose in front of her eyes, smiled, and said casually: "Crazy? Is it crazier than that cloaked fighter who only appears at night?"

"Come on, Cynthia, you know I mean it." Bruce gave her a resigned look.

"Okay okay. You're always right." Cynthia made a gesture of surrender.

Bruce smiled and shook his head.The back door of the Moonlight Theater was just ahead, he stepped on the brake slowly and said to her, "Here we are."

Rolls-Royce stopped at the door.Bruce got out of the car and opened the door for her gentlemanly.Cynthia walked out holding his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"I'm willing to help you." Bruce took her hand, and gently and carefully smoothed her blond hair that was messed up by the backrest.

As soon as Cynthia looked up, she saw his handsome face close at hand.He stared into her eyes and whispered, "can I go up and have a cup of coffee with you?"

Cynthia's eyes turned on his face, and then she raised her eyebrows, revealing an ambiguous smile.

"It's getting late, Bruce. Did you forget what you said about lunatics and jerks? They'll hurt you."

As she said this, she took another step forward, closing the distance between them again.

Now their bodies are almost attached.

"Really?" Bruce murmured hoarsely, looking into her diamond eyes.

While breathing, he saw Cynthia lift her free hand, gently cover his eyes, and cover the upper half of his face.

"But maybe... that little silent bat will fly to your rescue," she said.

Then, a pair of soft lips pressed against his lips slowly.

Bruce let out a muffled chuckle from deep in his chest, deepening the kiss obediently.

When sight is deprived, other senses are especially sharpened.In the darkness, he felt the warm breath caressing his cheeks, felt the tip of his nose rub against his smooth cheeks, and felt the cool temperature from the hand on his eyelids.The lips and tongue were entangled, like soothing, like cherishing, like the bright moonlight, he was almost intoxicated in this soft and mellow kiss - until the corner of his mouth was bitten hard.

"--hiss!"

The two quickly separated, Bruce reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and looked down - the skin was severely broken, and he even got a trace of blood that was not obvious.

He looked at Cynthia in surprise, and then met her sly smile.

"I'll give you a stamp, and I'll recognize you better when we meet next time." She smiled maliciously, her clear eyes gleaming with pride, "This time... I won't forget you again."

"...!"

Bruce sat up abruptly in bed.

He looked around, the empty room was already illuminated by the sun, and the corner of the carpet turned into dazzling gold.

He stared blankly at the little light golden triangle, and after a while, touched his lips.

The wound that had seen blood had healed long ago, not even a scar remained.

His raised hand slowly clenched into a fist, then let go in frustration, covering his eyes wearily.

A sigh sounded in the dead silence of the bedroom.

Evening, New York, Avengers Tower.

Tony was running around the workshop in his vest, copying a wrench, covered in motor oil.Behind it, there are as many Mark armors as there are figures.

"May I remind you that you haven't had your supper, sir," said Jarvis.

Tony didn't look up: "I'm busy."

"You've been keeping busy for seven full hours."

"Quiet, Jarvis."

So Jarvis fell silent.For a while, only the sound of rock music and wrench knocking could be heard in the studio.

"You can drag him away with your battle armor, Jarvis." A female voice sounded abruptly.

Startled, Tony stood up abruptly and looked around, gripping the wrench tightly.

Jarvis remained calm: "It's a pity that I don't have this authority yet, Miss Cynthia."

The figure of Cynthia with her arms folded slowly appeared in the air. She looked at Tony expressionlessly, and said leisurely, "You are looking for me, I am here."

She looks translucent, like an exquisite statue carved out of crystal, but she naturally exudes a milky white halo, which is so dreamy that it is incompatible with this post-modern style studio.In the flickering halo, some fine silver glitter powder fell down, shining brightly under the light of the incandescent lamp.

Tony let out a "wow", put down the wrench, looked at her and said, "Fairy godmother. That's pretty cool. It fulfilled my wish when I was five years old. Did you know that even a fairy godmother is breaking the law? "

"But Cinderella asked her to come in voluntarily." Cynthia landed gently on the ground and looked directly at him calmly, "You know that I am a fugitive now, so you increased my exposure to the public to force me to I came here to find you. As a superhero, you have gone through so much trouble, is it just to popularize the resident safety regulations to me?"

Tony shrugged: "Well... no. Strictly speaking, it should be the 'Human Mind Safety Act', although there is no such thing."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows slowly.

"So it's my plan? Do you think I shouldn't modify people's memories, even if it's just a small part of me?"

"The Holy Raven Stone is a very dangerous thing." Tony said, "It was the Avengers who discovered it. At that time, it was thrown. The terrible control ability made all the creatures within [-] meters instantly start an unspeakable fierceness." Fighting, resulting in countless casualties. We gave it to S.H.I.E.L.D. so no one can touch it. I don't think it should be used to fulfill a little girl's dream, even if it is in that little girl's in the head."

"Even if it wants to?"

"Even if it wants to."

Cynthia sighed melancholy: "You still tweeted that you liked my work this morning, and now you are going to block my future acting career and not allow me to use my abilities."

"Wait, wait—" Tony made a pause gesture, "Who said I'm going to block your future acting career? If you want to come back, you can use ordinary people's methods, for example... Ask me for help. "

"You?" Cynthia looked at the mustache rich man, "What can you do?"

Tony raised his chin arrogantly.

"Oh honey, Tony Stark can do anything."

Cynthia rolled her eyes and said disapprovingly: "I have thought of countless ways, but the ending is not very perfect."

"If, I mean if. You died, the police reported the news of your death, the forensic doctor gave the autopsy report of your body, a monument to you was erected in the city's largest cemetery, people were sad and shed tears for you , wrote songs for you, built a memorial for you, had several demonstrations for you... A year later, you popped out intact and told them it was all a huge hoax and they were killed by you Fools are in the palm of your hand. What do you think will happen to them?"

Tony paused, stroked his stubble and said, "Well... maybe we can—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a "pop", and all the lights went out instantly, and the studio was plunged into darkness.

The two tensed up instantly.

The light on Cynthia's body was very conspicuous in the dark, and she looked towards Tony in surprise and solemnity.

"What did you do?" Tony frowned.

"No!" Cynthia's eyes widened.

Tony took two steps towards her, hid her behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter, Jarvis?"

There was silence, and Jarvis didn't respond.

"The power is off?" Cynthia asked him in a low voice.

"Impossible, the Avengers Building is powered by a nuclear reactor." Tony said, and then raised his voice, "Jarvis?"

Two seconds later, there was a faint sound of electricity passing through the ceiling, and then the lights in the entire building were turned on one by one.

"Sir." Jarvis's calm voice sounded.

Tony was visibly relieved.He repeated: "What's the matter, Jarvis?"

"Just now, all circuits and receivers around the world were cut and tampered with by a signal fluctuation of unknown origin, and then it projected the same video to all the screens. The screens in the building are under my control Next, if you want to see it, I can project it," Jarvis said.

"Project." Tony walked to the workbench.

A virtual screen appeared out of thin air in front of the workbench. On the screen, the video played automatically, filled with white snowflakes that would only appear on an old TV, and the sound was harsh and meaningless.A few seconds later, a hoarse and rigid human voice sounded intermittently, the vision and hearing gradually overlapped, and the black and white squares flickered frequently, forming four strange and stiff words.

"Youarenotalone."