Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia was holding a wine glass and talking with the guests with a polite smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept staring at the red numbers above the elevator door, which represented the parking floors.

"1, 2, 3..."

From single digits.

"15, 16, 17..."

to the tens digit.

"...29, 30."

And then to the top.

"Ding--"

The elevator opened in response, and a man with dark green hair and pale oil paint on his face slowly walked out of the elevator with slightly nervous steps.

He smiled and said to the men behind him who were also holding guns: "Look! We have arrived."

Then jerked the bolt open.

"boom!"

There was a dead silence in the hall. After the gunfire, people reflexively squatted down with their heads in their hands, but there was not a single scream.

When extremely frightened, lambs are often silent and forget to run away.

The clown grinned at the corners of his scarlet mouth with two huge scars: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

Bathed in people's terrified eyes, he opened his arms, closed his eyes and turned around in enjoyment: "I'm the party show tonight. Surprise? Aha!"

Brushing the table beside him with his hand, he picked up a small cake and put it into his mouth: "... Oh, it's a good cake. It's indeed the party I specially selected—the most luxurious party in Gotham recently, isn't it? Rich people, Girls?"

He clapped his hands and ordered casually, "Tie them up."

The group of thugs wearing clown masks raised their guns, loaded them with a "click", and pointed the black holes at the crowd.

The people were silent, raised their hands, and accepted the restraint one by one.

The clown lowered his head to look at those who were tied up, stretched his neck and looked out of the giant floor-to-ceiling glass window, touched his chin and thought, "Well... let me think about it, is it better to throw you out of the window? Well, it's better to put a gun in your mouth, or goug out your eyeball with a knife..."

People's eyes became frightened, and rustling sounds gradually sounded.Those who were bound began to struggle, while those who were not yet their turn trembled and retreated. No one wanted to die in vain and be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"……Do not!"

A man who was stretching out his hands to be bound suddenly screamed.He pushed away the masked clown in front of him, took a few steps back, bumped into the table, and made a piercing sound.

The clown turned to look at him, looked him up and down, and laughed.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Do you want to run away? Naughty boy." He shook his head and whispered, "It starts with you."

The clown walked up to the man, pinched his chin, touched his waist, took out a dagger that was shining pale, played with his fingertips a few times, and pressed it against the man's cheek.

The man's expression was stiff, and his body trembled visibly.

"Why so serious?" The clown whispered in his ear like a demon, "Let me add two smiles for you."

"—Sorry to bother you."

In the dead silence, a female voice suddenly sounded.Everyone—including the clown, turned their heads subconsciously to see where the voice came from.

Cynthia, wearing her fringed gown, moved through the crowd and stood opposite the clown.

She spread her hands and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I just want to know what your purpose is. I can't die unprepared."

"Ah-ha!" The clown put down the man, opened his arms, and said in surprise, "Look who we have here? A big star!"

He stared at Cynthia with his oil-painted, chapped eyes, walked slowly around her, and then snapped close to her ear: "A big star, a beauty, a successful woman— Cynthia, if I remember correctly?"

Cynthia stood there with her arms folded, without speaking.

"Oh—why didn't I see you before?" The clown muttered to himself angrily, slapping his forehead exaggeratedly, "You, you, you, you! Look at you, look at your skin, your eyes, The hair...it's so beautiful, you're the brightest thing here, you're the one who gets the most attention...gets the little bat's attention, doesn't it?"

Cynthia understood: "So your purpose is to attract Batman."

"Oh, of course, beauty."

The clown said intoxicatedly, and reached out to touch her cheek: "Where do we start?...Should we cut your pretty face, or hang you out of the window? Which one will attract my shy big friend?" What about my attention? Let me think, let me think—"

"Actually, I would choose to jump out of the window by myself, if you don't mind." Shrugging her shoulders, Cynthia said peacefully.

The clown stopped his grumbling.

He tilted his head, and looked at Cynthia again as if he had discovered something novel, showing a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Cynthia raised one eyebrow: "I'm Cynthia, just as you said."

"No. No, no, no..." He stared at her, and then turned around her again, "I mean...you, who are you? What are you? The real you, in this picture The you under the skin, the original you... who is it?"

Cynthia looked straight into his eyes, inside was a disorderly darkness, desolate and chaotic.

"A Gotham guy," she said. "A Gotham guy who grew up in downtown, had no father, no mother, no house, and ran around with homeless people."

The clown was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

His laughter was weird and hoarse, like a dying moan after being strangled, which made people feel uncomfortable rationally.

"Oh... baby," he said breathlessly, "you surprised me."

Cynthia took a step back, stepped onto the balcony, and smiled.

"Really? More surprises are yet to come."

The clown paused for a moment, then turned his head as if sensing something.

In the next second, the clenched fist of the black Kevlar fiber slammed into his face.

The clown was caught off guard and fell to the ground, the dagger fell "clang" in the distance, and his thugs rushed to fight Batman in time.

Batman was nimble like a cat when he dodged, and he punched like a black panther. He grabbed the arm of the first one and twisted it back, dodging the dagger on the tip of the clown's shoe. One thug kicked hard in the crook of the knee, and the third elbowed hard on the back.

With screams, the three of them fell to the ground and looked around, but the clown was nowhere to be seen.His heart tightened, and he turned to look at the balcony.

Cynthia was different from the other guests at the beginning, standing on the other side of the battle center, and now she was forced to retreat to the outer edge of the balcony by their enlarged fighting range.The clown staggered and quickly rolled over to the balcony, took out the pistol, loaded it, and pointed at her.

Batman fixed his eyes, quickly dealt with the remaining thugs, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice, "Put the gun down."

The clown held the gun in both hands, glanced at him, then turned his head to stare closely at Cynthia, and smiled strangely: "Okay. Why don't you take off your little mask first, so that everyone can see who is inside?"

He took a step closer to Cynthia threateningly.

Batman froze in place, cautiously not moving forward.

Cynthia had no way to retreat, and her back was hit by the cold metal railing.She leaned back with her hands, firmly grasped the railing, secretly relaxed her tight and astringent throat, and then easily raised the corners of her mouth: "Hey, guys. Are there only two choices?"

Both Joker and Batman looked at her.

Cynthia stretched her arms, supported and sent, and sat on the guardrail.

"Sorry, I'll choose the third one." She said, with the [-]-meter abyss behind her.

Batman first realized what she wanted to do, and quickly said, "Cynthia, no!"

Cynthia smiled at him.

As if completing a dance move on the stage, she gracefully opened her arms, slipped off the guardrail, and fell on her back.

The clown's eyes sank, and he pulled the trigger suddenly.

With a "bang", the bullet shot out from the barrel, whirling with sparks, scorching the cold outdoor air, barely brushing against Cynthia's arm that was raised naturally due to the fall, and cutting off a strand of platinum-blond hair.

Before the clown could react, the black shadow flashed past him and jumped off the balcony without hesitation along with the bullets.

"Uh oh, I missed it." The clown poked his head down and said angrily.

Cynthia was falling.

She looked up at the sky and the rapidly receding floors of the building, feeling the wind through her limbs and ruffling her hair.

Then she saw a huge, spread-winged bat swooping down on her.

Cynthia:? ?

Batman's shadow enveloped her, getting bigger and bigger until the distance was less than half a meter.He pressed her into his arms, and with the other hand, he pressed the button on the side of his waist, and the cloak on the back stretched open, turning into a hang glider, riding the wind to support the weight of the two of them.

Cynthia was tightly strangled in the hard but warm embrace of the light armor, her vision was pitch black, only Batman's angry voice rang in her ears:

"You just jumped off the top of a thirty-story building! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I'm helping you out of trouble, thank you!" Cynthia shouted in the wind, turned her head to look at the scenery below her, and then felt dizzy for a while.

"Oh my God." She tucked her face back into Batman's neck.

The hang glider took them to fly smoothly in the night sky, and under the moonlight, they flew over the urban area, over the lawn, and landed in a huge manor.

Batman stood still, put down Cynthia, and the hang glider changed back into a cape with a "hoo" and hung behind him for a few times.

He covered his left ear with one hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Afu, what's going on at the banquet?"

"The clown absconded, but no guests were injured, and all his men were arrested, sir." Alfred reported over there.

"Okay. Thanks, Alfred."

"At your service." Afford paused, and then said, "As the lady you brought back to the manor for the first time, I think that Miss Cynthia deserves to be fully appeased and well taken care of, after all, she has received quite a lot just now. Scared, and all for your sake, Master Bruce."

"..."

Batman looked back at Cynthia behind him. She leaned against the garden wall and looked around. Feeling his gaze, she raised an eyebrow lazily at him.

Batman sighed.

"I see, Alfred."

He hung up the communication.

"How is it?" Cynthia asked from a distance, "Is everything okay over there?"

Batman turned to face her, folded his arms, "Tell me you won't do this again."

"Oh, I'll just take that as an 'it's okay,'" Cynthia said.

"Cynthia!"

Cynthia frowned: "Please, what else would I do? Watch you take off your mask in front of Gotham celebrities, or wait for him to shoot me?"

"You can obviously... No, forget it." Batman sighed, "This is Wayne Manor. Now your situation is not safe, so just stay here tonight. Follow me."