Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

evening.

In the side hall of the watchtower, the Flash was whispering to Superman: "...yes, that's right...just ask him...what? Reason? Do you need any other reason to find a psychiatrist?...Okay ,go quickly!"

In the monitoring room, Superman floated behind Batman with a stiff and guilty smile, and said hello dryly: "Hey, b. Good evening."

"..." Batman glanced at him, "You have no tasks to do?"

"What? No, no, no, no..." Superman shook his head quickly, "I just... I just wanted to ask you a question."

Batman's sharp claws tapped on the keyboard, without looking back: "What?"

"Uh, that's..." Superman gritted his teeth, "Do you know where Cynthia is?"

Batman paused.

Batman lowered his claws and turned to look at him.

"What do you want her to do?" He asked calmly.

Superman tensed up.

"Yes...I mean, yes...I want her to help me unwind, a massage would be good..." He started to babble.

Batman raised an eyebrow.

"Ah," he said, "you've been in a bad mood lately?"

Superman: "Nor..."

Batman stood up from his chair.

"Today, since this morning, four people have come to ask me questions." He folded his arms inexplicably, "And, they all asked the same question."

Superman: "Uh-"

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time. Who will be the last person to come to me, the finale and the most important person?" Batman's tone was horrifying, "It turned out to be you. They were all helping me before." You ask me questions—you want to know about Cynthia, from me?"

Superman: "..."

Superman shook his head frantically with tears in his eyes: "No, no, it's not like that, b, listen to me—"

"I'm listening." Batman calmed down.

"me……"

Superman closed his eyes: "I... Actually, I made her angry, I don't know what to do, only you are familiar with her, so I—"

Batman: "? Make her angry? You?"

"Yes." Superman smashed the jar, "It's like this——she knows my real identity, and she reasoned it out by herself."

Batman: "..."

Batman gave a slightly familiar "h.

"H... I'm not surprised." He raised his eyebrows.

Superman: "Yeah. I heard that you have had this experience too. It was the second time you met her at that time-God, Cynthia's ability is really amazing."

Batman: "Oh. You know a lot. Listen to her?"

Superman: "..."

Superman changed the subject stiffly: "Uh...Anyway, she met Kal-El first, and later met Clark Kent because of the interview, so...when she knew that these two were the same person, and I still subconsciously After hiding the truth from her, she started to get angry with me..."

As he spoke, he got into his emotions and couldn't help sighing: "I...I feel sorry, I shouldn't hide it from her, but...she doesn't talk to me very much now, I think It's because of this."

"So," Batman concludes, "you just come to me, want me to advise you, and calm her down?"

"You know her best of us," said Superman, his blue eyes fixed on Batman.

Batman snorted softly from his nose, as if mocking Superman's words.

"Knowing doesn't mean I know how to make her forgive someone." He said hoarsely, with a hint of sharp self-mockery, "I remember I told you that we were just old acquaintances. Besides, she was mad at me too .”

Superman's brow furrowed slowly.

"That's not true, b. I can tell she's not mad at you," he said, folding his arms.

He's got Batman's frizz and biting sarcasm.

"With what? With your clairvoyance?" Batman hissed. "Don't use your Kryptonian brain to make assumptions about others, Superman."

Superman is offended.He floated up slightly, looking at his partner with a frown.

"I may indeed have a Kryptonian brain." He said in a deep voice, "but I won't be incapable of feeling other people's feelings. Cynthia has always treated you very peacefully, even retaining a little intimacy. I Don't understand why you insist on thinking she hates you, b, there's no way you can't see that."

"Oh, so now you know her better than I do?" Batman's tone began to get angry, "Then why do you come to me to ask? You can go to her directly, use your smarts to convince her, and get her Excuse me, and then we'll go to Canterlot for that goddamn milkshake."

"You know I won't do that!" Superman said eagerly, "In my opinion, it's not that she hates you and is angry with you, but you are avoiding her and unwilling to face her. What are you anxious about? b, What are you worrying about, what are you running away from?"

"I, no, escape!" Batman paused, looking like he wanted to chew up Superman and swallow him, "We are breaking up now, what do you think I am running away from? If you want her forgiveness— — or more, then you go yourself. I don't care, I don't worry, it's none of my business, Superman. Don't, ever, bother me."

He was so angry that his cheeks started to turn red.

"Since you don't care, don't pay attention to her secretly, and don't feel uncomfortable with me—our intimacy with her." He exhausted the most noble cultivation in the world, with his extremely solid morality He didn't say anything unscrupulously to his partner, "Otherwise you'd look like a coward, b, I'm sorry I said that, but it's what it is."

Batman took a deep breath and pointed his arm straight to the door: "Enough. That's it. You get out of my—"

"Uh... Excuse me..."

At the door pointed by Batman, a female voice sounded hesitantly.

The chairman and advisors of the alliance stopped talking almost instantly, and turned their heads to look there.

Cynthia was standing there with one hand on the door frame and her little satchel in the other in bewilderment, watching them with wide eyes.

"...Should I knock on the door first?" She asked in a low voice.

Superman: "..."

Batman: "..."

Superman fell to the ground with a "da", and Batman's arm retracted into the black cloak with a "shua" as if it had been scalded.

"Why are you here?" Superman blurted out.

Cynthia: "...Because...I'm here...for a consultation today?"

Superman covered his flushed face.

"He meant, why did you come to the monitoring room." Batman added for Superman.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, I thought you were arguing." She said, walked up to the two of them, and handed out the things in her hands.

It's two tickets to the musical.

"The musical "Wonder Woman" is about to be released, next weekend, on Broadway. I thought you might be interested, so I brought a few tickets here. Just now, Xiao Shan and the others happened to be outside the door, and I already gave them Alright, these are the last two."

Superman's eyes lit up.

"My God, is this a ticket for the premiere?" he said pleasantly, "You will be there at that time, right?"

Cynthia couldn't help laughing: "Of course, I'm the heroine."

"Thank you so much, Cynthia!" Superman took the ticket, very happy, "I think, next weekend... I should be free... But I can't go as Superman..."

Cynthia snorted and folded her arms.

"You can rest assured," she said. "The big reporter from the Daily Planet, Clark Kent. I will ask the staff to prepare your admission certificate in advance."

Superman touched his nose.

"I'm sorry, Cynthia." His face flushed slightly, and his blue, shining eyes were full of sincerity, "I've always wanted to say sorry to you. I trusted you a long time ago, but I didn't I’m telling you my true identity—I’m too hesitant, and I don’t know how to speak, I’m sorry.”

Cynthia waved her hand: "You have already apologized to me."

"But you don't talk to me very much recently." Superman looked a little aggrieved.

Cynthia gave him a surprised look.

"Is there?" she said, "I've been busy practicing my voice and rehearsing dances for the past few months. I only come to my consulting room... How many times have you come to my consulting room?"

Superman: "... If you don't count the first visit... it seems... there is no..."

Cynthia let out a "ha".

"Ha. The chairman of the alliance, isn't it?" She curled her lips, "I guess that's why I don't dare to bother you."

"So you're not mad at me?" Superman opened his blue eyes happily. of."

Strangely, he recited the second half of the sentence very clearly.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows, glanced thoughtfully at the dark figure beside her, then shrugged her shoulders and said noncommittally: "Well, maybe. It's too tiring to be angry for so long, I can't hold on."

She turned around and handed the only ticket left in her hand to the silent Batman.

"Are you going?" she asked quietly.

Batman subconsciously: "No, I..."

Superman: "B."

Batman's words stopped.He pursed the corners of his pale mouth, and finally moved his gaze to Cynthia's face.

Cynthia raised her arms and looked at him: "To take or not to take? Give me a definite answer, my arms are very sore."

After a long silence, Batman sighed, lowered his eyes, and reached out to take the ticket with Cynthia's name on it.

During these few seconds, his eyes did not meet Cynthia at all.

The Kevlar gloves retracted back into the cloak.

Under the watchful eyes of Superman, Cynthia, and the heads poking in from the door, Batman gave a low cough.

"...cough," he said, rolling his eyes awkwardly, "Alfred would love to go."

Cynthia curled her lips.

"Then you'll have to buy another ticket," she said.