Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Tony spent most of his day in front of the console, so busy that he didn't even eat dinner.

Jarvis was directly muted by him.

And it all started when that stupid alien with a red cape and a sledgehammer snatched Cynthia away from them.

That rainbow-colored light flashed by, obliterating the two of them from the sight of the Avengers, which was nothing.

Because Thor is their friend and a veteran of the Avengers, even Tony doesn't believe that he will put Cynthia in any danger.

So he just had a routine venomous tongue, greeted the average IQ of all members of the Asgardian Protoss, and made a horizontal comparison between Sol and some kind of stuffed creature, and then calmed down under the comfort of Captain America.

The gathering of the Avengers has come to a successful conclusion. Everyone expressed their views and feelings on the unexpected incident just now, and then they broke up the meeting and went back to their homes, preparing to wait for their new members to come back someday. Earth.

Tony drove a hot red sports car out for a stroll, bought donuts, hamburgers and Coke, ate with relish on the board, and listened to each other for a long time, and then under the death eyes of Pepper He left silently, returned to the building, lay on the bed happily and fell asleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, he jumped up in fright when the alarm bell suddenly rang through the entire building.

Anxiety and fear took his breath away for a moment, but then, a long and ethereal singing sounded in the memory deep in his mind, like a sweet and cold spring water, soothing all his anxiety and irritability.

He exhaled slowly and asked, "...Jarvis, what's going on?"

"The main system was compromised, code name b19," Jarvis said.

Tony: "..."

It's b19 again.

"Nocturnal animals, huh?" Gritting his teeth, he rolled over, rushed to the console, and turned on the virtual screen.

On the screen, the familiar bat logo flashed past.

But the strange thing is that this time, the person on the other end didn't try to read the database, nor did they try to manipulate Jarvis into doing weird things.There was silence in the workshop, except for the pitch-black bat on the screen, nothing seemed to happen.

Tony frowned and murmured, "What is this guy going crazy again..."

"Jarvis," he asked aloud, "is he still around?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you detect what he's doing?"

"Actually," Jarvis said, "Mr. Batman doesn't 'do anything,' he just sits in my system and doesn't do anything."

Tony snorted, fiddled with the console for a while, and with a beep, the bat logo disappeared.

Jarvis: "The intruder has been ejected."

Tony rolled his eyes and sneered: "Don't worry about him. I'll upgrade your protection system tomorrow, and now I'm going back to sleep..."

The alarm bell rang again.

Jarvis: "The main system has been compromised, code name b19."

Tony: "..."

Tony: "wtf? What does he want?? Why does he want to tell me?!"

"Sir," Jarvis's voice was calm and peaceful, "The part of your consciousness that you ordered me to put in the SHIELD headquarters has just discovered that someone has hacked into the SHIELD system and retrieved the surveillance video of the last few days."

Tony froze for a moment.

"Surveillance video?" He stood up, "Did you also manage all the surveillance in the building in real time just now?"

Jarvis: "Yes, sir. Mr. Batman hacked into my system, so he can see what I see."

"Surveillance video..."

Tony muttered, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Jarvis, go check the surveillance around the building and check if there are any traces that have been read by the intrusion."

"Yes, sir," said Jarvis.

Three seconds later, Jarvis' voice sounded again: "As you think, sir. The surveillance cameras in the three surrounding blocks all showed signs of being invaded. The time was early and late, and the earliest one was the one facing the entrance of the building. It was hacked for the first time at 35:[-] pm yesterday, and it will be hacked at regular intervals, so far a total of [-] times."

Tony's large, caramel-colored eyes hardened.

"He is monitoring the entry and exit of the Avengers Building." He said, "Who is he looking for, this person is often in and out of the Avengers, and is also related to S.H.I.E.L.D. Who is it?...Captain? No, no, no."

He supported the top of the rough backrest of the swivel chair with one hand, stroked his beard with the other, and slowly circled it.

"35:35, first invasion. [-]:[-]..."

He looked up suddenly.

"When was Cynthia taken away by Saul?"

Jarvis said, "Yesterday at one thirty-five."

Tony tapped his palm.

"Jarvis, check the surveillance camera next to the hut in the Metropolis."

Five seconds later, Jarvis came back.

For the first time there was a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"I'm not sure you want to hear that, sir," he said.

Tony suddenly felt a little ominous.

"What?" he asked in a low voice.

"The surveillance next to Ms. Cynthia's hut was invaded a month ago." Jarvis paused, and then said, "And, it is still under the control of the intruder, and it hasn't left for a whole month."

Tony opened his eyes wide, and a nameless anger burst out of his chest.

"That pervert..." He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"A month ago. What happened a month ago? Superman has been stationed in the metropolis, the captain has not been wanted, and Cynthia hasn't come to me... What happened to make that Gotham control freak want to invade the metropolis residential area? monitor?"

"A month ago, Batman came back, and surveillance footage showed him having an altercation with Superman," Jarvis said.

"??" Tony was puzzled, "What does this have to do with Cynthia?"

If Cynthia were here, she could immediately recall the day Batman invaded the surveillance at her door a month ago, the day she had just finished psychotherapy for Bruce Wayne.

But at this time, she was still dreaming sweet dreams on the big soft and luxurious bed in Asgard, so she had no way of knowing.

Tony couldn't control that much, he slammed onto the console, and his fingers danced on the keyboard.

A small dialog box appears on the virtual screen.

[Ironn: What the hell do you want to do, pervert? 】

Straight to the point.

After a while, a short message was sent from the other side.

【:Where is she】

Tony plays dumb:

[Ironn: Who?who is whereYou are sick? 】

【: She didn't walk out of Fulian Building, but her signal disappeared. 】

【Ironn: You put a tracker on her? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

【:Where is she】

[Ironn: She was hidden by me, want to see her?Go dreaming! ! 】

There was silence.

Tony triumphantly removed his hands from the keyboard, feeling refreshed.

The next second, the alarm bell rang.

"The Mark Armor has been activated by the intruder, sir," said Jarvis.

"...shit!"

A year ago, Wayne Manor.

Cynthia was almost dazzled by the low-key and luxurious antiques and decorations in the manor.

They walked through the vast back garden, walked up at least 100 steps, and finally came to the so-called "living room".

Although in Cynthia's eyes, this living room is no different from the British Museum.

Bruce lit the fireplace.Under the beating firelight, the limbs of the two people who were frozen due to being blown by the high air current for a long time slowly revived.

No one spoke for a while.

Bruce seemed to have not turned back from Batman's state, and was a little silent. Half of his face was painted in warm colors, and his eyelashes were drooping, and the inherent melancholy in his appearance slowly emerged.

Cynthia looked at him, couldn't help but speak, and said softly, "What are you thinking?"

Bruce's cobalt blue eyes rolled around.

"I was wondering..." he whispered, "Why did you jump down, at that time? You could have given me a choice."

Cynthia smiled.

"I've encountered so many dangers in my life," she said, "that I'm almost numb. But I have to say, the clown guy is really weird, and his madness is contagious. So I thought, at that time I Maybe it's infected too?"

Bruce frowned.

Cynthia tilted her head, her platinum-blond hair gleaming in the firelight: "I know what you will choose, Bruce. In any case, when people like you encounter this kind of thing, the first thought is to give up on yourself."

"You gave up on yourself, too," Bruce said.

Cynthia shook her head: "No. I knew you would catch me."

Bruce gave Batman that disapproving look.

Cynthia couldn't help laughing when she saw his expression that didn't match Gotham's sweetheart at all.She leaned over and stroked his brow gently with her fingers.

"Don't look at me like that," she whispered, "I did it because I trusted you."

Bruce grabbed her wrist.

"...Trust?" He murmured, raised his head, and approached Cynthia's face.

"Yes," said Cynthia, "I have given you my confidence. Can you give yours back?"

Bruce didn't speak, just closed his eyes, leaned closer, and rubbed her cheek with the cold tip of his nose as if urging.

Cynthia felt itchy and then, inappropriately, amused.

So she really laughed out loud.

Bruce paused for a moment, then retreated helplessly.He opened his eyes and sighed, "Cynthia..."

"Wait a minute, wait a moment." Cynthia said with a smile, "I have a little present for you."

Bruce was slightly intrigued.

"What is it?" he asked.

Cynthia lowered her head and removed a string of bracelets from her left hand.

It was a string of bracelets made of pure white beads. It was unremarkable, and even looked a bit inferior to Cynthia's current status.

She puts it into Bruce's hand.

"A string of bracelets?" Bruce was a little amused, "This is really a gift I've never received before."

Cynthia glanced at him reproachfully: "Look carefully, little bat."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, picked up the bracelet, and approached the fireplace.

He saw that one of the white plastic beads seemed to be slightly larger, and its luster was more attractive.

If you touch it carefully, you can find it is a pearl from its warm and round feel.

And it is a pearl of amazing color and priceless.

Bruce stared at it for a long time, and slowly, his eyes became disbelieving.

Cynthia looked at him and said softly: "When I was just born, I was abandoned by my parents because of my pale complexion. Gotham Circus picked me up, took me in, and planned to raise me up to be a curiosity hunter." things to show the guests.

"When I was three years old, the Wayne family came to the Gotham Circus to watch a performance. They left halfway and left through the back door, but they encountered robbers by accident. The next day, I walked through the back door and found a bullet in the crack of the door. A pure white pearl. I hide the pearl quietly, weave it into an inconspicuous bracelet, and put it in the deepest part of the wardrobe.

"It didn't take long for the circus to close down due to the pressure of public opinion. I was abandoned again, wandered again, and met Old Will on the street. 23 years later, I became an actor, returned to Gotham, and bought the original The theater where the circus was, and met you there."

Bruce stared at her blankly, clutching the bracelet in his hand, unable to speak a word.

The flickering light reflected on his face, as if he had returned to the year when he was eight years old.That night, with gunshots and flames, the two most important people in his life fell silently to the ground, the pearl necklace snapped and splashed to the ground, crackling.

Cynthia gently stroked his hair and pulled back his thoughts.

"I guess that's why people believe in fate," she said softly.

Bruce took a quick breath.For a moment, Cynthia thought he was about to cry.

But he didn't.He just held her face cherishingly, trembling slightly, kissed her.

The two fell down on the soft sofa.

The wood in the fireplace beckoned and burned warmly all night.