Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

After dealing with the nightmares of the two superheroes, Cynthia is exhausted in bed and ready to sleep until dark.

However, things backfired, as if infected, she also began to have nightmares.

A year ago, Gotham's undercurrents were surging, and under the surface's calm, it seemed that something big was about to happen.

In the middle of the night, in the dark alley next to the Moonlight Theater, Cynthia stepped out of a small door, her steps were sloppy, and her mind didn't seem very clear.

It was the back door of a bar. Cynthia was hot and drunk inside, and when she came out, she impatiently tore off her coat, and accidentally touched her bundled hair.

Under the overcoat, she was only wearing a close-fitting skirt, with a low cut and high slits, revealing her smooth shoulders and slender neck. Her blond hair was scattered like a beam of moonlight, a little messy on her snow-white chest .

In the corner of the alley, those eyes that were eager to move seemed to be glued, they were all fixed on her body and refused to move away.

Cynthia walked a few steps, and a disheveled man couldn't bear it first, and slowly walked out from the shadows, his swollen eyes stared at her, and his heavy breathing blocked her way.

Cynthia stopped.

With the first one, there will be the second one, and the third one... Soon, Cynthia's sides and back were all blocked by these walking dead men.

She didn't know if it was the effect of alcohol, she was obviously a little confused, looked around, then raised her eyes to look at the dark sky, and actually smiled softly.

Under the viscous gaze of the men, she took off the small bag on her shoulders and threw it on the ground, and then touched the collar of the coat that was half-taken off in her arms with both hands.

As if dancing, Cynthia turned around lightly, hooked her hands slowly, and as soon as she picked it up, she took off the coat.She was only wearing a skirt, standing in the darkness, her white skin was filled with a faint light, which was more coveted than the most violent powder they had ever sucked.

The breath of the group of men was suffocated, and then obviously accelerated a lot.

"...you want it, don't you?**?"

The one behind her spoke hoarsely with a voice corroded by tobacco and alcohol.He took another step forward, and now they were only one step away.

Cynthia stopped smiling.She turned her face and glanced at him with surprisingly shallow eyes.The moonlight shone quietly in front of her, and her platinum-blond hair reflected a faint silver color, like a glass puppet carved from ice and jade, weird and lifeless.

The man looked into her eyes, froze for no reason, and stopped hesitantly.

"Fuck...brother, are you dead?" Another man in front of Cynthia's left cursed, took two steps forward, and stood directly in front of her.

"Don't be afraid, little bitch," he said, "Daddy's going to give you a good time."

Cynthia looked at him for a while, and remained motionless, only lowering her eyes indifferently, watching his dirty left hand slowly touch her shoulder.

The moment her fingers touched her shoulder, Cynthia raised her eyes, and her icy pupils stared at him coldly.

The man was taken aback, his outstretched hand seemed to be scalded, and he quickly retracted it, and when he realized it, he blushed again with embarrassment.

"damn it**!"

He cursed loudly, without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Cynthia fiercely!

The next moment, Cynthia's eyes froze suddenly, and only heard the muffled sound of being hit by the body, followed by the man's screams.

The few people who were surrounded by hungry ghosts just a second ago seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and all of them widened their eyes in fear, screamed, and tried to escape in a panic.

But in their hearts, do they really think they can escape?

The black, ragged-edged cloak flapped in the alley.

Cynthia picked up the bag, crossed her arms leisurely, heard the sound of punches to the flesh, stood aside and waited just like last time.

In less than ten seconds, there were only two people standing in the alley.

Batman stood far away from her, huddled in the shadow cast by the wall, his cloak enveloping his body, looking a little aggrieved for some reason.

Cynthia looked at him and raised her eyebrows proudly.

"Looked at it for a long time on the roof." She said.

"You did it on purpose." Batman complained in a low voice.

Cynthia looked at him fixedly, and smiled calmly and rationally, not like a person who just finished drinking.

She asked, "Why are you standing so far away?"

Batman was silent.

"Come closer, let me see you." Cynthia said bewitchingly.

"...I should go." The cloak raised a small arc when turning around.

Seeing him take two steps, Cynthia said slowly, "You know I can do what I just did every day, right?"

Batman stopped.

"You threatened me?" He asked, not angry, but interested.

"No, I haven't." Cynthia shrugged her shoulders, "I just want you to know that you don't need to hide anymore."

Batman was silent for a while, then turned back and stood there quietly watching her, neither backing nor advancing.

Cynthia understood that this was his bottom line.

So she took the lead in compromising, stepped on her high heels, took one step lightly, and then slowly approached him.

As the distance became shorter and shorter, the figure of the man wearing the mask became clearer, and when there was only one step between them, she could finally see Batman's tightly pursed lips.

—and that tiny, half-healed, pink-rimmed scab on his lip.

Cynthia: "...poof."

Batman: "...stop."

Finally, Cynthia couldn't help laughing, and while laughing, she turned her body sideways to cover her overly raised mouth.

Batman looked at her helplessly and said, "I knew this was going to happen."

"..." Cynthia laughed even more exaggeratedly, out of breath, and said, "I guessed it was you, but it's still funny..."

Batman waited silently for a while, and seeing that she was almost smiling, he said, "Now you know, you can go."

"Wait a minute!" Cynthia took a breath and asked, wiping her tears, "Is the bat light at the police station calling you?"

"Yes," Batman said, "sometimes we work together."

"So you're drawn to the dots of light. Whoa, more like a cat."

"..."

Batman was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "I've changed my mind."

"what?"

"Now that you know my true identity, there is one thing I need you to do." He said slowly.

"...?" Cynthia didn't follow his train of thought, and raised her face to look at him blankly.

The blue eyes under Batman's mask looked at her quietly, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"I need you to elope with me," he said.

The next day, a piece of news shocked the entire United States on the entertainment pages of major newspapers.

Cloud of Love: Billionaire Elopes with Famous Actress in Airship! "

"Theater Shutdown! "Goddess" is desperate for love?Bruce Wayne wins another beauty's heart"

At noon, above Gotham, on an extravagant giant airship.

Cynthia closed the newspaper with a snap, and the next second, Bruce, who was lying on the deck chair basking in the sun, lost his vision, and the newspaper fell on his face.

"... Oh." He pretended to groan.

"Thank you for ruining my reputation." Cynthia gritted her teeth.

"Don't worry," Bruce smiled with the newspaper on his head, and lifted a small corner to look at her. "They won't say a single bad word about you, I promise."

"You don't understand. There was supposed to be a musical at my theater today, and now the actors are going to say I'm out of business."

"Don't do business, just like the president of the Wayne Group." Bruce dared to blackmail himself, but only got a supercilious look from Cynthia.

"Who can say you're not doing business? After all, you're someone who has 'two jobs'." Cynthia said sarcastically, "... Seriously, where did you get the newspaper? We're leaving tomorrow morning."

"I bought it for you."

On the side, Alfred appeared without anyone noticing.He gracefully took the newspaper from Bruce's head, folded it properly, and then looked at Cynthia with a smile: "I apologize for Master Bruce's ridiculous behavior, Ms. Cynthia. I guess you may feel bored during the journey, so I bought a newspaper for you without permission."

"Oh!" laughed Cynthia. "Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Just call me Alfred, Ms. Cynthia." Alfred looked at her kindly, "I'm glad to see that the master can have a friend who knows his real identity. The plane to China is within 5 minutes It will arrive soon, after the master leaves, you will spend a day on this airship, during this period, if you need anything, please let me know."

"I will." Cynthia said politely, watched him nod to herself, and left silently.

Bruce made such a big noise this time just to cover up people’s eyes and ears, and then quietly flew to China to arrest and interrogate a man involved in Gotham’s gangster transactions, so that he could find the culprit who recently made Gotham’s underground extremely active—a A self-proclaimed clown.

Batman appeared in China, even thinking about it feels exciting.

"Alfred will take care of you when I'm gone," Bruce said aside, "he's always very careful."

"Yeah, I can see it." Cynthia turned to look at him, and complained half-truthfully, "You said you wanted to elope together, but you still left me on the airship, and then flew to China by yourself. "

"You know I'm not on a trip to China, right?" Bruce said, shrugging his shoulders, "Well, I guess... I should have a little time to spare while Lucius pretends to be negotiating... ...Do you want any presents from China?"

Cynthia raised her eyebrows, and said with a stick: "Break off the first branch that brushes over your shoulder on the road and give it to me. This is the only thing I want."

"Please, Cynthia," Bruce said resignedly, "let's be serious."

"I'm serious. I can't think of anything I want, whatever you want, it doesn't matter if it's really a branch...but you have to let me see it," Cynthia said.

Bruce nodded, and was about to speak when he heard the rumbling sound of propellers in the distance, from far to near.The sun was shining brightly. The two squinted their eyes and saw a helicopter slowly hovering in the air not far from the airship, setting off a violent storm.

Alfred came over and said loudly to Bruce, "I think this is your plane, sir."

Bruce stood up, put on the gliding suit with a layer of diaphragm under the arms, took the bag from the butler, and patted him on the shoulder: "You look a little tired, Aff, take care of yourself."

After a pause, he glanced at Cynthia at the side, and said, "Help me take care of her, too."

"I will, sir." Alfred said with a smile.

Bruce stood in front of the hatch of the airship, put the parachute bag on his back, and buckled the buckle.Alfred opened the hatch, and in an instant, the gust of wind made the hairstyles of the three of them horrible.

Bruce looked back at Cynthia, raised his eyebrows at her, and yelled, "Won't I have a goodbye kiss—ma'am—?"

Cynthia sighed helplessly, stepped forward, kissed his cheek against the wind, and joked: "I heard that the law and order in China is very strict, don't get caught by the police."

"Oh, don't worry, it's absolutely impossible." Bruce gave a wry smile, "Do you want to know why?"

"...I won't let you say that."

But Bruce was about to say it.

"—Becausei'mBatman. (Because I'm Batman.)"

After speaking, he simply jumped down.

Cynthia took two steps forward, held on to the cabin door, looked at the white clouds below, and Bruce who was firmly grasping the rope ladder thrown out of the plane, shook her head and couldn't help laughing.