Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

It was getting late, and Cynthia had to go to Stark Tower to talk carefully with the Avengers about concurrent roles, and it was time to concentrate on studying the script, so she bid farewell to the Justice League.

Everyone expressed their reluctance (especially the steel frame) and their expectations for her upcoming musical rehearsal.

Before leaving, Superman flew to her side and said with a smile: "I'll take you down, the portal should be relatively unfamiliar to you."

Cynthia glanced aside and shook her head.

"No," she said, "let him come, I have something to ask him."

Let who come?

Everyone followed her line of sight with question marks.

Batman stood in front of the console, silently looking up at her.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow at him.

"To go, or not to go?" she asked ramblingly, as casually as if she were talking to The Dark Knight, Gotham Nightmare, horror incarnate.

While everyone waited with bated breath, Batman moved.

He walked silently, the cloak followed behind him docilely, rubbing his ankles, the two erected ears on the top of his head looked very obedient.

Everyone in Zhenglian, who couldn't help using the word "obedient" in their hearts, was shocked, and immediately felt a toothache.

Batman walked to Cynthia's side, silent and loyal like a real knight, whispered: "Yes. You go first, I will follow."

Cynthia glanced at him, turned her head and said goodbye to Zhenglian people with a smile: "Goodbye, lend me your consultant for a while, see you next time."

Everyone looked at them mechanically and dully: "...goodbye..."

The cloak with irregular edges flashed by, and the solemn door of the hall closed behind the heels of Batman's little black boots, making a "bang" sound.

The members of the Justice League were left in the hall, you look at me, I look at you, three seconds later, the collective collectively took a slow, unbelievable breath.

"So, what is your real purpose for coming to me this time?"

In the landscape corridor, while walking slowly, Cynthia raised her voice to ask Batman behind her.

"Let you join the Justice League." Batman said in a deep voice.

Uninteresting answer.

And Cynthia knew that this was not the whole purpose of what he did.

Even, most of the reasons are not this.

She smiled ambiguously, and turned to look at him.

“Is it a tradition in your family to have her formally meet with each family member before hiring a family doctor?” she asked.

Batman frowned.

"It's different," he said.

Cynthia shrugged irrelevantly: "Then you don't need to hire me, after all, I'm already a psychiatrist for the Avengers."

"There has never been a rule that one person cannot be the family doctor of two families at the same time." Batman said in a low voice, returning all her previous metaphors.

Cynthia laughed and shook her head.

"Don't play charades, b." She said softly, "According to your usual practice, it is absolutely impossible to invite members of another organization to infiltrate into your control. You may as well tell me honestly, the real purpose of your coming to me What is it?"

Batman was silent.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "You are in a very dangerous situation now. Joining an appropriate organization is conducive to self-protection. The more the better."

Cynthia nodded, half understanding and half sighing: "I guessed it."

After a pause, he added: "You introduced me to them and won their favor for this. Two superhero organizations, twice the insurance."

"Not bad," Batman admitted bluntly.

Cynthia sighed: "I told you, I don't need protection, I'm fine."

"You need." Batman stated, "For example, this threatening letter incident. Most of the reason why this case fell into Bau's hands came from the Black Widow's involvement in it. According to the general process, It ends up being taken over by FBI Headquarters, and you should be on FBI territory by then - right in the hands of the prisoner."

The prisoner, Demon Carville, is a former fbi.This is one of the reasons why he chose to take the risk and send a threatening letter to the Avengers Building.

He wanted to lead Cynthia into the familiar web he had woven, and at the same time let her guard down.

Cynthia was speechless.

I have to say that Batman is always the most careful consideration.

Batman looked at her and said in a heavy tone, "Do you realize how dangerous it was? You didn't control the situation, and it was just luck that you were able to escape unscathed."

Cynthia rubbed her nose: "It's not all about luck..."

Batman stopped.

"Cynthia."

Cynthia turned her head and met Batman's steel blue eyes.

"I don't stop you from doing what you want," he said, gravely, "but you must protect yourself. You lack that sense, Cynthia, as I have discovered long ago."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows: "Lack of consciousness? Me?"

"good."

Batman said that the body was set off more and more darkly against the background of the vast universe.

"The first time I met you," he paused, so Cynthia knew he was referring to the first time Batman met her, "you were trying to walk into a gang fight in the wee hours of the morning. The second time, You deliberately put yourself in danger. For the third time, you jumped from a thirty-story building."

He looked at her almost helplessly.

"You don't care about the so-called dangers of others."

In other words, Cynthia has been flexing her wings on Batman's sensitive nerves since they met.

Cynthia couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I'm sorry," she said teasingly, "to scare you."

Batman·Brave·Children Stop Crying·Criminal Nightmare:?

"None of my business," he hissed. "It's your business, and you should value yourself."

"I'll return the original words to you." Cynthia folded her arms, "When can you think more about yourself? If you agree, then I will do the same."

The corners of Batman's pale mouth curled into a stubborn "one".

The two looked at each other for a while.

Cynthia sighed and took the lead in compromising.

"Okay, I get it. I promise you." She said helplessly, "I will never have anything to do with you."

Batman flinched.

He turned his head and looked at her with some confusion: "I thought...you would ask me a little harder."

Cynthia is somewhat similar to him in some respects, they are both stubborn and hard to turn back once they are determined.But this time, she seemed to give up a little too easily.

Cynthia glanced at him, smiled, and looked away.

"Use myself to coerce you, I tried." She said, her eyebrows lowered, her long eyelashes casting a shadow, "it didn't work, did it?"

Batman's eyes widened suddenly.

Her voice seemed to be echoing in my ears, vaguely, it came from a long, long time ago, as if it was something in the previous life.

.........

- "I gave you my trust, can you give back yours?"

——“…”

.........

—— "Please, please trust me... just like I trust you."

— please.

—Trust me, Bruce.please.

.........

--"Do not."

--He said.

"……Do not."

Batman closed his eyes for an instant as if some bright light had dazzled his pupils.

"No, I..." He shook his head, speaking incoherently, "I...that is..."

Then he realized he didn't have any reason.So he was silent for a while, and just whispered: "I'm sorry."

"Sorry, Cynthia."

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

But Cynthia knew that that didn't mean he wouldn't do it next time.

On the contrary, this apology may be prepared for countless repetitions in the future.

She sighed until she shook her head and said, "It's okay."

"It's all right, b. As I said, there's nothing I can do about you forever."

She will never have anything to do with him, so she chooses to leave.

Batman fell silent.

He lowered his head and bent his body slightly, as if he had melted into the darkness of the universe.

Cynthia sighed again.

She took a few steps towards him, closing the distance between the two of them until their breaths merged.

Now, they were separated by a short distance, as if they had returned to a long time ago, at the entrance of the theater, the moonlight was shining softly on their bodies, and they kissed silently under the gaze of Gotham.

Now, in the universe, there is no moonlight, no sun, and the earth outside the window rotates quietly, and they are among the stars.

Batman stares at her, wordlessly, for a long time.

Cynthia lowered her head, raised her hand, and put it on his shoulder, gently helping the knight living in the shadows straighten out the slightly messy cloak.

With a twist of the fingers, it slowly slid down the shoulder line, and finally parted reluctantly at the arm.Light as a feather, and like a butterfly kissing a flower petal, the cloak hung down softly again, stroking his boots, and covering his body.

The knight is the knight in gear again.

He looked at the person in front of him, even breathing carefully.

Cynthia seemed to smile.

"It's okay." She said, "You don't need to emphasize it to me. My agreement to come here is already my answer to you."

Her diamond-like eyes reflected a pair of pointed ears.

A soothing and melancholy jazz song gradually sounded in the corridor.

"flytotheon (fly me to the moon)

apyangthestars (let me play among the stars)

letseeringislike (Let me see on Jupiter and Saturn)

onjupiterandrs (how is spring)

inotherwords, holdhand (in other words, please hold my hand)

inotherwords, daring, kiss (in other words, darling, kiss me)"

The timing of the song is so perfect that, at first, Batman thought it was a melody he had imagined.

But he immediately saw that Cynthia's expression changed from surprise to joy, she closed her eyes gently, and hummed along with the music.

"fillheartwithsong (fill my heart with song)

asingforeverre (and let me sing forever)

youareallilongfor (you are all I long for)

alliworshipandadore (all that I admire and value)

inotherwords, pleasebetrue (in other words, please give me your heart)

inotherwords, iloveyou (in other words, I love you)"

The confession of the female voice is long and unseeking, and gradually disappears into the corridor along with the relaxing melody.

Cynthia stood opposite him, across the thousands of galaxies outside the window, and those eyes seemed to be one of them.

She looked at him and said with a smile, "Thank you for taking me to the moon. Goodbye."

Not far away, the watchtower hall.

Seeing Cynthia's back in the distance, only the Batman's area was completely dark in the surveillance, Steel Bone smacked his lips regretfully.

"Old Bat really can't chase people," he sighed. "How well timed I played the music! He'll have to thank me when he comes back."

"You think too much." Hal propped his chin, and said lazily, "He will only threaten you in a dark way."

Cyborg: "? What are you threatening me with?"

The Flash stood up, coughed twice, and raised two fingers behind his head, imitating bat ears.

"—'I remember telling you that's not how the watchtower's monitors and audio are used, Cyborg.'" His voice dropped oddly.

Everyone laughed, and the watchtower was filled with a happy atmosphere.