Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

People all over the world were shocked by the explosion that happened in Gotham, USA.

It’s not how powerful the explosion was, nor how wide the area it affected, nor how many people died in the explosion—in fact, only one person died in Gotham City that night. .

A civilized world beauty, actor, singer, artist, philanthropist.

In front of the camera, she calmly gave up the possibility of life, saved hundreds of lives, and then readily accepted the fact that she was going to die.

Faced with the live broadcast across the United States, and the video broadcasted all over the world after the live broadcast, they completely recorded the 2 minutes before and when she died.

People all over the United States watched her, a fresh life, a woman like a god, die in suffering.

That night, I don’t know how many people cried, prayed, yelled, and collapsed in front of the TV.

An unimaginably huge influence is fermenting fiercely all over the world.

People first asked for the clown to be caught and given the death penalty. When they learned that there is no death penalty in Gotham City, they turned into strong dissatisfaction with the entire judicial system.

They condemn the uselessness of the Gotham Police Department, the government's inaction on the chaos in Gotham, and everything related to this matter.

Then, someone began to analyze the last few passages left by the clown and Cynthia.

They start blaming Batman.

The sexual desire for Batman hasn't gone away since he came out, but it's never been this much.

While people hate the clown, they believe in his words.

They say, as a superhero, a vigilante outside the law, you have to do more; if you don't have the skills, don't be a superhero; you shouldn't have to make that choice; I'd rather the bombs on both sides go off together; you abandoned She; Cynthia would jump off a building for the trouble you caused, and you killed her; we don't need Batman.

We don't need Batman.

Please disappear, Batman.I'm sick of hearing your name.

Get out of Gotham, Batman.

roll.

Batman stood silent in the wreckage of the Moonlight Theater.

At night, there was no moonlight, and the scene after the explosion was pitch black, so desolate that it was hard to breathe.

Batman hunched his spine, standing on a broken steel bar, his cloak was blown up, and his whole figure was crumbling.

He looked as if he was really about to disappear.

The kevlar gloves are covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, and some places are even worn out.A mottled red string snaked out from the tightly clenched palm.

If Superman was here at this time, he would probably be able to see it.

What Batman held tightly in his palm was a milky-white, crescent-shaped ore.

However, on that beautiful stone, there was a hideous and ugly scar.

Scarborough Fair is out.

It broke records at the box office on its first day of release.

A film about anti-war and peace, compared with the ending of its protagonist, is so cruel and ironic.

Countless people, those who liked Cynthia, those who didn't like her, and those who were just passers-by all flocked into the cinema.

The movie is good, but even people who are not interested in the subject at all will walk up to the theater and take one last look at her.

They just don't know how to miss her.

It is said that on the first day of the movie's release, a certain rich man booked all the movie theaters in Gotham City, and then enjoyed the only full movie in that time period alone without inviting any companions.The people of Gotham City lost the fun of watching the premiere, and there was a lot of trouble online at the time, but in the end, the rich man did not come forward to admit responsibility for it.

Some people think his surname is Wayne.What happened next cannot be debated.

After all, Cynthia’s last words in the world were spoken to him.After all, this relationship ended so tragically.

In the end, the total box office of "Scarborough Fair" broke the world record, and various awards fell on it.Some time later, the Oscars ceremony was held as scheduled. At the ceremony, the host choked up Cynthia's name.

Best Actress winner, Cynthia.

No one cheered, and the scene was silent except for the long-lasting applause.Those celebrities, stars, actors, singers who participated in the ceremony...all lowered their eyes in silence.

When the news was released, everyone sighed for it, stirring up the atmosphere of this tragedy.

A few days later, the Wayne Group suddenly released a statement.

The statement stated that in order to mourn Cynthia's death and commemorate her contribution to Gotham City, the Wayne Group decided to fund the construction of a memorial hall on the original site of the Moonlight Theater.After the memorial hall is completed and opened, all Cynthia's trophies and all the items related to her that can be collected will be displayed in the museum-of course, including the Oscar for Best Actress.

Everyone said it was Bruce Wayne's decision.

This playboy is remembering his lost lover in his own way.

Oddly, though, he was not present at the ribbon-cutting event for the opening of the memorial.

He never even appeared in public again.

The media couldn't take pictures of him, especially the newspapers in Gotham, which were about to close down.

So they started guessing, guessing, and making up stories.

They said that the goddess of moonlight tamed the rebellious prince with her holiness and gentleness, and made him fall in love with someone truly.They were such a fit that, when the god fell, the grieving prince locked himself in his home, forever lost the ability to love.

At the same time, people discovered that the night in Gotham lacked a black shadow.

Batman is gone.

Gotham has become more dangerous, but gcpd has become more sophisticated in its many cooperations with Batman, and the group of police officers headed by Chief Gordon is now able to stand alone.

But Batman was still gone.

In the world, a prodigal dandy and a lonely monster disappeared from sight.

one year later.

Cynthia hurried to Wayne Manor.

On the way, Wu Ni kept urging her, saying: [Hurry up, hurry up!His stress response is too strong! 】

Cynthia: 【Is it really that serious? ! 】

While questioning, he raised the speed to the fastest.

When you get rid of the constraints of physics, the speed you can achieve will be amazing.

She barely stopped the car in front of the window of Bruce's master bedroom.

To be honest, I planned to rush in at once.

But now Bruce is awake.

It wasn't until she got outside the window that she realized that she didn't seem ready to face him.

Cynthia had no complaints about Bruce.

Originally, she felt that Batman was not responsible for her death. If the roles were reversed, she would give up on Batman and go to the side that saves more people.

Professor Sandel's train paradox is similar to the situation at that time. From a rational point of view, such a choice is understandable.

Even after reliving the previous quarrel, she felt that Bruce was not wrong.

After all, he just wanted to keep himself safe.

Who knew what would happen next?Who could have predicted the clown's conspiracy by using his strength?

She didn't blame him, but still didn't want to see him.

It's like saying goodbye to a friend, only to find out that you're going the same way home, and you're actually going to walk together for a while.

This kind of mood is both contradictory and weird, and also mixed with a trace of embarrassment - the declaration of breaking up made in front of the whole country at the beginning is really pretentious and artificial when I think about it now.

So, Cynthia stopped outside the window in a tangled state, temporarily listening to the corner.

At first, she didn't hear anything.

But with concentration, an unusual sound was slowly caught by the ears.

It was a hard gasp.

One sound, another sound, stagnant and painful, like a broken bellows, and like a dying fish trapped on the sand.

[...? ? ! ] Cynthia slowly widened her eyes, 【What happened to him? ?what is he doing ? ? 】

[Post-traumatic stress disorder. 】Wuni said,【To be honest, I have never noticed that he still suffers from this disease before. His words and deeds are very normal. Except for not going out, he is basically no different from ordinary people.

[Until I saw your live broadcast today. ... oh, live. 】

It suddenly repeated itself.

Cynthia's lips pursed tightly.

She didn't speak anymore, white light slowly glowed on her body, and floated in through the window.

The master bedroom in Wayne Manor was spacious and luxurious, with a black shadow curled up on the eye-catching four-poster bed.

It's Bruce Wayne.

He is shaking.

Trembling and panting, fists clenched, veins popping out, muscles twitching abnormally.

"Oh, no..."

Cynthia rushed in front of him, but began to be at a loss.

She tried to break Bruce's arms away from her face.

"Bruce, hey, Bruce," she said to him very softly, "it's all right, it's all right...it's over, don't be afraid...Bruce..."

Bruce's arms were also trembling, and after being moved away, his pale face was revealed.

The bangs were wet with sweat, hanging down in messy locks, the lips and cheeks were bloodless, cold sweat slid down from the forehead, and hung on the eyelashes along the eyelids.

Cynthia's breathing stopped for a moment.

She had never seen Batman like this before, and when she saw it suddenly, it was even a little unreal.

My thoughts were all messed up, my mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do.

All she could look at was Bruce's left shoulder.

On the shoulder, the little man also took the same posture as its owner, trembling like a baby bird, and could vaguely see the sobbing when it choked up.

Cynthia thought, it's still the old way, let's start with the small ones.

So she let go of Bruce's forearm and moved them to her left shoulder.

The next second, with a "snap", a warm and strong hand firmly grasped her wrist.

Cynthia looked up subconsciously, and saw Bruce woke up at some point, with those deep eyes staring at her.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and slipped into his eyes, but he didn't blink, the eyes of cobalt blue eyes stuck on her face as if they were locked.

"you……"

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and unreal, and Cynthia's widened eyes couldn't help dodging.

So he closed his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple, and spoke again, and it became much more normal.

Not only that, even the sick trembling on his body stopped within a few breaths.

He looked at her almost greedily, with a calm expression between his brows, and said in a deep voice:

"caught you."