Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia lived in a small country house on the outskirts of the metropolis, and over time, even she herself became country.

She does the laundry and cleans herself—it's nothing, after all, she has done it before when she was down and out.But now she has even begun to enjoy the process of buying vegetables and cooking.

I wanted to maintain this kind of life as a retired artist, but my wish failed. One night, the system suddenly said to her: [Batman returned not long ago. 】

Cynthia: ? ? ?

System: [The first thing he did after his comeback was to find Superman. 】

Cynthia:? ? ? ? ?

System: [They met last night and had a quarrel.Now that both of you are having nightmares, where do you go first? 】

Cynthia: ...

For the third time, Cynthia floated to the roof of the cottage in Smallville, Kansas, feeling like a worn-out old mother, wracked with two silly, conflicting sons.

When I came to Clark's bedroom, Clark was lying on his little bed, not sleeping soundly.

Cynthia looked at his eyebrows that were tightly furrowed in his sleep, and sighed.Say to the system: [Let's go to sleep. 】

Gotham, rainy night.

Contrary to this thick black, Superman wore his own three-color uniform and slowly landed on the top of the building.

Opposite him was the silent dark knight.

Superman smiled at him kindly and said, "Hello. You wanted me, so I'm here. How can I help?"

Batman said coldly, "No."

Superman looked at him kindly: "Then why did you call me here?"

Batman looked at the alien on the opposite side who was full of sunlight, and was silent for a while, before saying in a low voice: "I haven't done this job for a long time. I decided not to wear this uniform again."

Superman froze for a moment, not understanding why Batman wanted to tell him this.But he still said to him sincerely: "I know, I used to be your... er... a fan? I don't know why you don't want to... But anyway, you have appeared again recently, I am a little worried about Gotham Did something happen, I just heard that you were looking for me again, so I couldn't help but take a look."

Batman was not moved by his words, he said coldly: "I appear again because of you."

"...me?" Superman repeated, confused.

"The fight between you and another alien involved many cities, Gotham was the hardest hit," Batman hissed. "Buildings were destroyed and thousands were injured. Several more lives were lost under the weight of the concrete slab."

Superman's hands clenched slowly.He opened his mouth in vain, but didn't know what to say.

In the end, he just lowered his head and said guiltily, "...I'm sorry."

He thought of something else, and hurriedly added: "But the Avengers helped me evacuate ordinary people, I thought—"

"No, you don't understand." Batman interrupted roughly, "They're not coming to Gotham. I won't allow it. As for you—

An alien, pretending to be a human being and hiding on the earth for more than 20 years, has brought countless troubles to the earth, but he only solved everything he caused, and did a few so-called good deeds for fame, and won people's love .

I didn't think it was necessary for you to stay on Earth, and I didn't trust you, but since they all accepted you, please stay where you belong, and don't interfere with anything about Gotham from now on, Don't listen, don't look, don't feel. "

Superman slowly opened his eyes wide, looking at him in disbelief.Batman was unmoved, and said sullenly like a poisonous snake:

"And you yourself—must get out of my Gotham forever."

In mid-air, Cynthia couldn't bear to look directly and covered her eyes.

Below, Superman's wronged "I just want to help" and Batman's cold "Do you think you are a god?" Cynthia sighed tiredly, and said in her mind: [... I knew it would change into this. 】

With full of enthusiasm and a kind and pure heart, Superman has won people's approval, but he is destined to run into a wall in the extremely exclusive Gotham.

And Batman, he can be the most asshole in the world if he wants to.

Seeing that the two people on the top of the building couldn't help but prepare to make a move, Cynthia quickly floated down and said loudly: "—stop!"

Everything stopped.

Batman's cloak was blown up, before it fell down in time, it also solidified into a dynamic shape.

Only Cynthia and Superman are the only two objects in this world that can move.

Superman froze for a moment, then looked around in confusion and vigilance, his eyes passed through Cynthia's body, and then turned his head to look elsewhere.When he turned back again, he was able to see her clearly.

"Cynthia!" he said in amazement, "how can you be in... oh, this is my dream... God, am I bothering you again?"

His blue eyes looked at her apologetically.

"Yeah, boy." Cynthia said bluntly, "You two ruined another night I didn't want to stay up."

Superman couldn't help touching the tip of his nose: "I'm uh...I'm sorry."

Cynthia waved her hands, landed in front of him, folded her arms and said, "So, you two had a fight?"

"……yes."

Superman drooped his head, and said sullenly: "I used to be a fan of him, I think he is great...you know, saving a city with one person's power...but why did he say that? ? I personally killed the last member of my clan just to protect the safety of the earth, but he still doesn't trust me..."

He looked at the black shadow like a sculpture.

Standing on the roof of Gotham, Batman looks so resolute and stubborn.

Cynthia followed his gaze, and after a while, sighed.

"You will still encounter many people and remarks that are worse than him. Don't let prejudice and opposition shake your original intention. This is more important than anything else. ... However, it is better for you to stay away from Gotham."

"Why?" Superman turned to look at her aggrieved and confused, "Don't you trust me?"

"No, Carl. You don't understand."

Cynthia called his real name, and said solemnly: "Gotham...it is a city of contradictions.

It hates its own corruption, but rejects all external factors; it wants to save itself, but allows itself to sink; it desires to be redeemed, but hates every hand stretched out towards itself; it loves its knight, And yet torment him with every means possible... This contradiction, this confusion, this extreme blind evil, it will kill you.

It's going to kill you, it's going to kill the simple good people, it's going to kill everyone like you—everyone who wants to be good and thinks evil can never beat justice.

If it can't kill your body, it will kill all the good in your heart and turn you into a villain through and through. "

Superman frowned.

"But Batman can do it, and he's saving Gotham," he said.

Cynthia shook her head: "Batman is different from you, he is not a typical superhero.

You are born of good intentions, the embodiment of light, and he... He was born of fear and darkness, and draws strength from pain, he is a disciple of pain.He's not bright, and he's not a purely good guy -- Gotham doesn't really have a purely good guy. "

Superman stared at her blankly, and murmured: "But you...you are also a Gotham man."

Cynthia showed a flat smile.

"I never said I was a good person," she said.

"But...is this city hopeless? Isn't there a single good person in Gotham? I mean, Batman—whatever he did was a little extreme, but in my opinion, he still A nice guy."

Cynthia laughed at the line "Batman is a good guy."

"Don't let him hear that," she said, "he'll be sick to death and punch you in the face."

After a pause, she continued: "Well...you ask if Gotham is hopeless...I'm not sure about that. Except for Jesus, who can really say for sure?

However, it is undeniable that there are always people trying to save it, and there are always people who don't want it to disappear.Gotham is like a giant ship that is sinking, and everyone who tries to pull it up will end up being bruised all over.They're burning themselves, they're torturing each other with it, to see who dies first.

Without a doubt, Batman is the craziest of them all.You can see from the news and a few words on the Internet that his actions and style always have a lingering bloody smell.He struggled with violence while becoming more and more violent himself, which led to countless accusations and abuse.

But sadly, that's the only way to save Gotham. "

Superman turned his eyes to look at the silent and indestructible knight again.

The edge of his black cloak melted into the night of the city.

"You know him well."

"Of course. I'm a Gotham man."

Superman laughed, and he shook his head.

"You might be right," he said, "but I still want to help. He's just a normal guy without any superpowers, and a good guy at that, and I can't watch him live to the end like this."

Cynthia was silent for a moment, and sighed slowly.

"Yeah." She said softly.

"But what can I do?" Superman asked in bewilderment, "He doesn't trust me, forbids me to come to Gotham, doesn't even allow me to listen and see... what can I do?"

Cynthia showed a smile of someone who had experienced it: "Oh, you want Batman's trust, boy? Good ambition, Batman never trusts anyone."

Superman stroked the little curly hair on his forehead resentfully.

"But..." Cynthia changed the topic.

"You can try to get him used to you like you got him used to your gloves."