Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"When I first found out about it, it was almost a pleasant surprise."

The incandescent lamp behind Cynthia cast a milky white halo on her. She looked at the camera, her light blue eyes were gentle and dazzling, and the drooping eyelashes were almost divine.

"When I made that choice, there was actually no particularly noble reason. I just wanted to escape. But when I woke up again, I found that it turned out to be far more than that."

She smiled.

"When my death became the cry that awakened people's will, when my passing made the world a better place, I even started to be grateful for that accident. It was you who helped me to see what I didn't see before. something that gave my sacrifice a deeper meaning and made me a nobler person."

"Thank you very much." She said solemnly.

The crazily refreshed barrage froze for a moment.

Two seconds later, countless tearful emoticons immediately occupied the entire live broadcast interface.

【God, thank you very much too! ! ! 】

【No, no, no, we should be the ones thanking you, you are so great, Cynthia. 】

[The real Moonlight Goddess. 】

【God, you made me cry...】

Cynthia lowered her eyes, glanced at the barrage, shook her head and laughed.

"No, I'm not great." She said, "For me, in that environment at the time, there was actually no second choice. The game designed by the clown was not completely suitable for me. Making the game You who act like that and protest are the greatest people."

She paused, her expression serious.

"That's why I don't want to see these moves go away."

"I never think that my comeback is the end of everything." She leaned forward, clasped her hands on her knees, and said in a deep voice, "Because your actions are not just for me. The countless things caused by the clown In the bombing, there were countless casualties, and I was just the most ordinary one. If I hadn’t died because of him in the first place, his crimes, the fall of Gotham, and the lack of legal provisions, which one would have changed the slightest Woolen cloth?"

"Now, I was lucky enough to get help from kind people, so I survived the catastrophe, but how many people disappeared forever in the flames brought by the clown? Even if I didn't die in that explosion, your actions are very important Yes. This is not just seeking justice for someone, but also represents an attitude, a spirit of unwillingness to show weakness, and respect and care for all the dead."

"Therefore, I hope that your actions will not stop." She said word by word.

The gags in the barrage gradually disappeared, replaced by long paragraphs of echoes and arguments.

[That’s right, demonstrations and protests should not be stopped because of Cynthia’s resurrection, that would be too childish. 】

[Come on, who doesn't know that all these stupid activities are all done by you idle people for this woman?Now that it is not embarrassing or embarrassing, you come to change your mind and say that you want to benefit all mankind?I'm really ashamed of you. 】

【? ? ? ? 】

[? ?What do you say?Are the actions we did just for Cynthia alone?Aren't we also thinking about Gotham and America? 】

[The person in front is probably not a certain fan. 】

[Although, I am from Gotham, and I am really only participating in the parade for my Cynthia...]

Cynthia glanced at it, just in time to see the barrage.

She could not help but smile, and said softly: "I know there are many people who like me, and they participated in those activities for me in the first place. I am very honored and grateful, and I want to tell you: don't need to be anxious, you are also great.

"What matters is not the motive, but the process and the result. What you do, like everyone else, is making the world a better place, and even if you do it unintentionally, you should be proud of it-as you told me That, isn't it?"

【! ! ! ! ! 】

The live broadcast room was once again flooded with tearful emojis.

Cynthia paused for a while, and continued: "But this matter happened because of me after all, so I can't stand by and watch."

She smiled leisurely.

"—I will join you, in my own way."

In the midst of intense speculation and discussion, Cynthia broadcasted contentedly.

The color on her body that the audience thought was the light gradually faded away.

Behind them, the Avengers, who had gathered almost at some point, appeared one by one.

Captain America stood aside and looked at her politely, his blue eyes gentle and forgiving.

"Have you thought it over, Cynthia?" he asked.

Think about whether you want to plunge into the muddy waters of politics, whether you want to change from a pure artist to a speaker and factionist, or whether you want to become the mouthpiece of superheroes in the dark.

Cynthia's mouth curved into a smile.

"Of course." She said, "Since I can become a psychiatrist for the Avengers, I can do more."

"But you were a very good actor. I thought that people like you would not want to interfere in politics." Natasha leaned against the wall to look at her, raised her eyebrows, and said softly.

"Well... I have to do it." Cynthia shrugged. "My ability to control the mind, my work as a public figure, and my relatively popular reputation—all of these are just right for manipulating public opinion. If not Me, who else can do it?"

"Me." Tony interjected lazily, "Billionaires, playboys, who have been on the page of Person of the Year for decades in a row-how can I not compare to you?"

Cynthia glanced at him helplessly.

"Let's not talk about whether your ability to mobilize emotions and guide thoughts is better than mine," she said. "On the two prerequisites of Iron Man and Avengers, you are already out of the game, right?"

Tony was very dissatisfied: "Who said that? Why??"

"Tony," Steve called him helplessly, "we have to avoid suspicion, you know."

"What is 'avoid suspicion'? What kind of vocabulary is this, is it newly invented? Why have I never heard of it?" Tony said domineeringly and willfully.

Steve sighed tiredly.

Cynthia felt amused, and patted him on the shoulder: "When did Tony avoid the suspicion? Didn't he just scold him back? Why are you still trying to convince him, Captain?"

Steve shook his head helplessly, obviously he didn't want to take care of it any more, and turned to her and said, "You have to think about it carefully, Cynthia. Once you take this path, you can never turn back."

Cynthia shrugged indifferently: "It's okay, I don't bother to look back anyway."

Steve looked at her seriously: "Cynthia—"

"Have you ever thought of turning back, Captain?" Cynthia asked.

Steve froze for a moment.

"Have you ever thought about it? Before joining the army? Before the serum was injected?" Cynthia asked again, looking at Steve, who was tall but not oppressive, with her light blue eyes open.

Steve rubbed his nose, and smiled as if she couldn't help it.

"Not once," he sighed, softly but firmly, as always.

After saying goodbye to the Avengers happily, Cynthia stepped into her room, and just as she closed the door, her cell phone rang.

When I took it out, a string of meaningless gibberish was displayed on the screen.

The fluorescent light was on quietly, and it even looked a little weird in the room where the lights were not turned on.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows, thinking: I don't know how he knew this number.

She picked up the phone and put it to her ear.

"..."

"..."

For a moment, no one spoke, only shallow breaths echoed slowly.

After waiting for a while, Cynthia couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "...what's wrong?"

The breathing on the other side stopped for a moment.

Immediately, Bruce's hoarse and calm voice sounded: "Cynthia."

"It's me," said Cynthia.

"..."

Bruce endured and endured, but he held back the questioning and said coldly, "You are putting yourself in danger."

"Oh, really?" Cynthia slumped herself into the chair, "I thought I was choosing my own future path."

"You don't need to 'choose' the future path." Bruce's voice was obviously displeased, "You can go straight down the previous path."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who told me to find a 'new beginning'?"

"I didn't mean—"

Bruce took a deep breath, and there was a sound of fabric rubbing, as if he was brushing his hair in frustration.

"...When a group of people go to provoke the darkness of Gotham, maybe nothing will happen." He tried to calmly persuade, "But you are too eye-catching. If you speak out, you will definitely bring a lot of support, and you will definitely be People see it as a thorn in their side."

Cynthia smiled, leaned back in the chair, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Aren't you doing that?"

"We're different," Bruce hisses.

"You don't have the right to say that, little bat." Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Although I don't want to admit it, but—yes, at least I have superpowers, and you are still a normal human being physiologically."

"Having superpowers doesn't mean you can take on more responsibilities and dangers." Bruce warned, "You don't need to do this, it has nothing to do with you."

"It doesn't matter?" Cynthia asked back. "Are you serious? Don't you see that even if I did nothing, when people started protesting and marching in my name at that time a year ago, I can no longer be alone?"

Bruce fell silent.

"I can't turn back, Bruce," Cynthia stated. "The only reason I haven't been slandered—I'm dead. Now that I'm alive, people will come after me even if I don't do anything. I always Don't like being passive, you know that."

She sighed softly.

"Also, you have to remember. Gotham is not just your city, it also belongs to me."

long silence.

It was so long that Cynthia was about to hang up the phone, and Bruce on the other end spoke slowly.

"After a while," he said, "when everything settles down, I need you to come here and talk."

"When? Where?" Cynthia asked.

"You'll know." Bruce said quietly.