Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia was going to be tormented mad by her own dreams.

Not only because she doesn't want to see these memories again, but also because she can't help waking up thinking: what about Superman and that guy?

How are they getting along?Did you listen to me?Did you fight again?How many flowers and plants were destroyed during the fight?

Did that dark guy ever bully Superman?Has Superman managed to pry open the shell of his heart, even just a little bit?

...Bruce, is he still feeling so uncomfortable?

The more you think about it, the more you can't think about it, the more you don't think about it, the more you think about it.If she thought about it any longer, she would wonder if she was mentally weak.

So she jumped up and decided to visit Superman now.

System: [Why don't you ask Wayne directly? 】

Cynthia: [Shut up. 】

system:【……】

Cynthia was excited for a moment, and then found that she still had to lie back.

She lay on the bed and closed her eyes. A second later, a soul floated out of her body faintly.

She asked the system: [Where is Superman?Kansas? 】

System: [No, it's daytime now.He's in Metropolis. 】

Cynthia: 【Still rescue? 】

System: [Beating bad guys. 】

Cynthia: [...Which villain is so blind. 】

Superman landed at the gate of the police station with the blind robber.

Where the red cloak floated, there were flowers and applause.

People say that Superman is the god on earth and the son of tomorrow.It is because of his existence that the metropolis can become the city of tomorrow, and the earth can be full of hope.

Sforhope.

The police officers have gotten used to Superman's acts of doing good deeds regardless of size, but they still fall for his godlike face and body every time.

Faced with enthusiastic praise and flashing cameras, Superman smiled softly, his blue eyes clearer than the sky.

However, the next second, he was suddenly taken aback.

A voice whispered not far away: "Are you free, Superman?"

It was Cynthia's voice.

He turned his head to look at the source of the sound, which was the top of a tall building next to him.

But there was no one there.

Superman kept his smile, and said to the surrounding crowd: "Sorry, there are still some things, I'm sorry."

Then he shot straight up into the sky.

Ten minutes later, Superman surreptitiously landed on top of that building.

His uniform was so brightly colored that he had to hide in the shadows, looked around, and whispered, "Cynthia?"

"I'm here." A voice came from behind him.

Superman was startled subconsciously, and turned around quickly, only to see that the air behind him twisted slightly, and Cynthia's silver figure slowly emerged.

Looking at her freely controlled invisibility skills, Superman was a little envious.

"It's so convenient," he said.

"When you were Superman, besides beating people, what else was convenient?" Cynthia folded her arms, "It's not easy to find you."

Superman touched his nose and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It's not urgent." Cynthia paused and said hesitantly, "Do you...do you have anything else to do?"

Superman listened for a moment.

Then a happy smile appeared on his face.

"No," he said, "Earth is safe now."

"Okay... um..."

Cynthia coughed: "I just came to ask you... er... how are you two doing?"

Superman: "?"

Superman: "The two of us...?"

Cynthia: "That's what uh you and Bat uh man."

Superman looked at her, confused: "...um...you sound a bit stuttering."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia became furious: "Should I still talk!?"

"Talk about it." Superman hurriedly comforted him, "We...we...ah."

He sighed, drooping his shoulders, the little curly hair must have wilted: "I don't even know if he and I can be called 'we'."

Cynthia's knuckles curled up.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "Is he still as defensive towards you as before? ... Hasn't changed at all?"

Superman shook his head.

"That's not enough. I don't know why, he was relieved when I went to him for the second time, and he was still not allowed to intervene in Gotham's affairs, but told me that I can fly into Gotham's airspace—— Under the circumstances that I have clearly reported to him every time."

Superman grinned his white teeth optimistically: "This is really a huge improvement, and I couldn't help but feel flattered at the time."

Cynthia looked at this silly Kryptonian: "..."

Really wronged the child.

She gave a dry laugh against her will: "...Wow, that's a good thing."

"Yeah." Superman replied, but soon became depressed again, "but... alas."

"He still doesn't trust me. I can tell he doesn't trust me. He doesn't tell me about his plans or his work, he just gives me a bat communicator and allows me to fly in there for a tour with his permission... he Don't even let me touch the kidnappers and the gangsters. Does he think I'll hurt them? How could I hurt them? Do I look that evil?"

Cynthia looked into Superman's dejected blue eyes, and said again: "..."

Too perfunctory, old bat!

Superman continued: "...I always thought I was half human, so I chose to help mankind, I chose to protect the earth, and I chose to become Superman. But he—not only him, I can hear many people Like him, they think that I..."

He couldn't go on.He paused, frowning sadly.

"It's not like I didn't hesitate when I faced General Zod. I knew I was a Kryptonian, I knew I didn't fit in with Earth, and when he said, 'We're going to build a new Kryptonian,' I faltered a bit. .I thought, can I finally belong to a place too? Can I finally have a hometown too?"

"But then I think of Martha again, and the cottage where I grew up."

"I gave up. I stopped Zod. When he tried to kill the two humans, I had no choice but to break his neck."

"I personally killed the last remaining clansman in the world, and from then on, I am the only one in the entire universe."

"I will be that one forever alien. No matter where I am."

The last prince of Krypton leaned on the railing on the edge of the top floor and looked into the distance.His profile looks so perfect, yet so lonely.

Cynthia sighed lightly.

"Hey," she whispered, "Look."

Superman turned his head to see her slowly poking her shiny silver fingers into his chest.

Through a thin layer of uniform, the man felt a strange tactile sensation from his chest.

It was cool, but it seemed to be very hot, calm and refreshing, with a sense of security that could almost be called strong, dredging all the veins in his body.

"How do you feel?" Cynthia asked.

Superman looked stunned, and murmured: "I feel... very relaxed, no worries, no troubles. It's like breaking through the clouds and looking at the huge yellow sun in the stratosphere."

Cynthia smiled: "Do you know what this is?"

Superman looked at her, a little dazed: "It's your ability, Cynthia. It's really amazing."

Cynthia shook her head.

"No," she said, "it's not my ability, it's yours."

"……what?"

Superman looked at her in confusion: "But I don't have such abilities."

"The emotions I made you feel just now are the emotions felt by the people you saved and those who saw you appear. This is the emotion you gave them."

Cynthia said.She smiled gently and looked at him: "What is the meaning of Superman? Not only to resist disasters and save lives, he has more. When people look at you, they can feel safe, calm, kind, and relaxed. You become something more."

"You are Hope, Superman. The people of Earth love you like you love your yellow sun."

"You're a Kryptonian, you have a Kryptonian body, but your mind doesn't belong to Krypton. It grew up with your adoptive parents, and it belongs to that cornfield in Kansas."

"When people don't trust you, it's your Kryptonian body they don't trust; when people love you, it's your heart of gold. It's got all the good, good qualities—that It's the purest human heart, Superman."

"How can a creature with such a heart be a lonely alien on earth?"