Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The two returned to the top floor of the building before dark.

Tony walked off the platform while taking off his armor: "Okay, I'm going to save the earth. Jarvis, arrange a room for the two of them, and call Happy by the way, and tell him to take all Cynthia's things in Metropolis house Move here. Oh, by the way, don’t take the clothes.”

He turned his head to look at Cynthia who was put aside, and spoke quickly: "Cynthia, just buy this season's new style or go to the store to pick it? Which one to choose? Armani? Valentino? Versace? Prada? Louis Vuitton?"

"???" Cynthia was confused, "What? Why did you move? What clothes? What new styles??"

Tony gave her a strange look, and said as a matter of course: "Move to the Avengers Building. You don't want to go back to live in that small broken house that is being watched by Hydra, do you?"

Cynthia: "I also have a house in New York, so there's no need to live here, right? There's also Washington, Los Angeles, Chicago, and if it's not good enough, I can go back to Gotham..."

Tony: "...Why do you make nests everywhere like a rabbit?... Anyway, you will be the psychiatrist of the Avengers soon. What's wrong with living here? I haven't introduced you to everyone yet."

Cynthia sighed.

"Okay," she said, deliberately ignoring her sense of territory.

Cynthia took up residence in the Avengers Mansion.

Tony and the other Avengers were nowhere to be seen. They should have gone to deal with the SHIELD problem. It might take a long time.

However, even if she was alone in the building, Cynthia would still toss and turn, tossing and turning.

[System,] She covered her head in the pillow, [Can I heal myself?Is there any way to make a person who recognizes the bed fall asleep in a strange place? 】

The system is business-like: [In fact, recognizing the bed is indeed a psychological problem.But unfortunately, you can't use your abilities on yourself. 】

Cynthia groaned in despair.

[However,] the system said, [I can extract a passage from your memory and create a dream for you, indirectly achieving the effect of sleep.The only downside is that you can't choose which passage to extract, because dreams are born from the subconscious. 】

Cynthia: [Can it still be like this?Come on! 】

A milky white ore pendant that looked like suet, carved into a crescent moon behind a cloud, hung between her fingers, shaking slightly.

Cynthia looked at it carefully, and was surprised to find that it was slightly translucent under the light.

"Wow, what a beautiful pattern," she marveled, "and the color of the stone itself is beautiful. What's it called, Bruce?"

Bruce leaned on the back of the car seat and looked at her with a smile: "In China, this ore is called 'jade', which is a unique culture there, representing gentleness, elegance, gentleman, and self-cultivation. The jade in your hand is very famous, it is called 'Hetian', it is said that ancient Chinese poets often used it as a token of love between lovers, and wrote it into their poems."

Cynthia looked at him with interest: "Really? It's so beautiful, I want to listen to it. Can you read one of them?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by the request.

"Hmm... let me think about it..."

He was silent for a moment, then spoke softly and lowly:

"If you give me the biggest and most beautiful papaya in your yard,

I will return you a fine Hetian pendant;

Still feeling helpless,

Only loyal and sincere love can be offered forever. "

His voice trembled from the depths of his chest, like a crooning cello, soft and steady, singing a jazz melody to his lover.

Cynthia saw that pair of blue eyes staring at her quietly, the light shining inside was more precious and dazzling than ore.

"That's it?" she murmured.

"That's it."

Bruce said softly, stretched out his hand, and slowly covered Cynthia's one holding the moon pendant.

"Let me help you bring it?"

Those hands, accustomed to holding all kinds of cold weapons, with thick joint calluses and numerous scars, gently and carefully pushed aside her platinum long hair, rubbed against the delicate skin of her neck, and slowly brought her On the gift he had prepared long ago.

The temperature of the jade is unobtrusively cold, but at the same time, the heat from the man's hands has not moved away for a long time.Cynthia raised her eyes and looked at his eyes that were close at hand. The cobalt blue in them was secretly flowing, which was gentle, loving, complicated, and mixed with other things.

She stared blankly until the tip of Bruce's nose rubbed against her cheek in dissatisfaction, then slowly closed her eyes and exchanged a cool kiss with him.

The lips parted, but the breaths of the two were still intertwined.Cynthia rubbed his forehead lightly against him, and whispered, "So this is the 'first branch' you brought me?"

"No, it's not the 'first one,'" Bruce said. "You don't know how long I've been picking, and the owner is getting impatient with me."

Cynthia smiled.

"How was the mission? Did it go well?" she asked, leaning back in her seat.

When it comes to missions, the Batman part of Bruce pops up.He restrained his smile, put his fingers on the steering wheel, and tapped rhythmically.

"It's not very good." He said in a deep voice, "I brought him back from China, interrogated him, and he confessed. Everything went well, except for one thing."

"I can't see through that man, clown. I can't see through him, can't predict his next move, even if I dug out a lot of information about him from that Chinese man. He seems to have no logic at all. The last thing There is no connection with the next thing. To rob a bank today, to poison a high-ranking government official tomorrow. I can only chase after him, hoping which time I can catch him, which time I can catch him, and which time I can catch him. Stop him before he destroys everything. It's never safe, a lot of people will die for it, and I did nothing."

Bruce's eyebrows were deeply frowned, and from the side, it seemed that he had put on a mask belonging to the night again.

Cynthia was silent for a while, then said: "He's a madman, Bruce. You can't see through a madman's mind unless you are as crazy as him. But he left you that playing card, didn't he? I think he did it for you." Come."

Bruce smiled bitterly: "When I become Batman, what I want to do is to inspire people to be good, not to inspire people to become a vicious lunatic criminal."

"You did inspire people to be good. Everything has its dark side, don't always blame yourself for everything." Cynthia said.

Bruce shook his head.

"Okay," he said, "let's not talk about that any more. After all, there's a banquet just for you."

That's right, the last time Bruce revealed the news of their relationship in front of reporters in order to cover up his behavior of attaching trackers and monitors to the guests, the entire United States was shocked by it. It is fuel for this.Now, with just about everyone eager to see them interact in public again, Bruce went ahead and threw the party to celebrate the "sublimation" of Cynthia's relationship with him.

The Lamborghini stopped firmly at the gate of the banquet venue, and Cynthia got out of the car again with Bruce's help.Unlike last time, the reporters no longer lurked in the shadows, but swarmed upon the blue sports car with Wayne's logo, causing Bruce's bodyguards - Cynthia expressed surprise that he had bodyguards - I have to stand up and use my body to clear a path for people to walk on.

After shutting the reporters out of the banquet, Bruce and Cynthia walked inside and took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as they stood still, the noise suddenly stopped, and the eyes of all the guests moved to them.

A few seconds later, they burst into a roaring noise.

"Oh, hey! Bruce! Look at you, you're so beautiful..."

"Cynthia, haha! I haven't seen you for a week, you just..."

Cynthia was overwhelmed by the crowd again.

But this time, she grabbed Bruce's sleeve in advance, so that he had to accept the baptism of words together.

Twenty or ten minutes later, the two hid in an inconspicuous corner with smoke from their throats, drinking six glasses of drinks while wiping their sweat.

"See what you've done." Cynthia glared at him.

Bruce looked like he didn't understand much, and turned around to help her get a small cake: "...I also specially asked someone to make the dessert for this banquet. You can try it."

"Oh seriously, Batman's talking skills are a poor diversion?" Cynthia murmured, looking at him with folded arms.

"Okay." Bruce sighed, and made an aggrieved expression, "Sorry, I'll pay attention next time. ——But it's not my fault that I'm born to catch people's attention."

"..." Cynthia took a deep breath, and was about to send him to tomorrow's headlines manually, when he was suddenly startled, pressed his left ear, and his face became serious.

"...Okay, Afu, I see." He listened for a while, whispered, pressed his left ear, and put down his hand covering his ear.

Only then did Cynthia see that he was wearing a tiny headset in his left ear.

"What's wrong?" she asked, frowning.

Bruce stuffed the cupcake into her hands, put his arm around her shoulders, and led her into the crowd, whispering in her ear, "Here comes the clown, with his goons and weapons, in the elevator."

Cynthia paused for a moment, then leaned into his arms as if nothing had happened, and smoothed the hair beside her ears.

"Are you going?" she asked.

Bruce responded heavily, looked down at her, and said, "Hide it well, and nothing will happen."

Cynthia left his arms and stood in front of him, her long hair emitting a reassuring halo under the light.

"Understood, go." She said, "Leave the guests to me, Besafe."

"……it is good."