Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"……so--"

In the huge private room, the lights were dim, and everyone was sitting upright, only Green Lantern was working hard to enliven the atmosphere.

"Did you see that reserve? How is he? I mean, is he strong? Or smart? Or magic? What's your mission? Is he sad? He broke up with his girlfriend? His dog Dead? He..."

"Hal."

Cynthia raised her hand to stop his tendency to keep talking.

"Thank you for your question." She said gently, "but I'm sorry, I can't tell you his specific information, he has his own rights, and I just went to treat him, which is equivalent to a temporary psychologist .”

Hal rolled his eyes.

"No-chat-" he said, "Then you can always tell me, have you completed your task?"

"Yeah, Cynthia." The Flash chimed in, "Did you heal him? Will he join us in the future? I'm curious about that."

"Um……"

Cynthia hesitated and touched her nose.

"My mission was accomplished, but... I didn't heal him."

The Flash blinked in confusion.

"What does this... mean? What do you mean 'didn't heal him'? I mean, that's what you're supposed to do, isn't it?"

"To be precise," Cynthia shrugged, "my task is to get the target out of the psychological state at that time. In most cases, yes, I just want to heal them, but this time is different."

She organized her language: "The goal this time...is...stubborn."

Green Lantern gave a "huh" with great interest, and looked at Batman, who had been holding his arms and saying nothing since they broke in: "Stubborn?"

"Yes, he..." Cynthia thought for a moment, "he is suffering greatly, his pride, self-esteem, future...everything he has has been shattered. Under such circumstances, if you want to let A doctor who is so arrogant that he is even a little bit arrogant comes out, and it is useless to groom - unless I make him into a fool, which obviously I will not do - he has to see something substantial Just do it."

Superman asked curiously, "So what did you give him?"

"Substantial stuff, Big Blue." Tony reminded him falsely from the side, "I guess—a kiss."

He glanced at Batman defiantly.

"Of course not, Tony."

Cynthia looked at him dumbfounded.

"I gave him hope."

Superman froze for a moment.

"Hope?" He subconsciously looked down at the "S" logo on his chest, wondering, "But...how did you give him hope?"

Then he remembered the long and slender finger that Cynthia had tapped on his chest before, and suddenly said: "Is it like what you did to me last time, let him understand what it feels like to 'see hope'?"

"No, Superman." Cynthia shook her head, "What he needs is not to understand the feeling of 'hope', but to have real hope itself."

Superman rubbed his chin in confusion.

On the side, Tony winked and elbowed the bewildered Captain America: "Hey, 'America's Hope', guess what she gave that guy?"

Steve: "H..."

"Except for him, your targets are all superheroes."

Batman glanced at them and spoke quietly.

"You know he can become a better person. So you use the state of your soul to gain his trust, and then tell him that as long as he persists, his hand disease will get better."

Captain America was stunned for a moment: "...hand disease? Cynthia doesn't seem to have said that the doctor has hand disease..."

Tony stood up alertly: "You won't be..."

Superman covered his face: "Oh, Rao, no, b."

Cynthia: "...You haven't found out who he is, have you?"

Batman raised his eyebrows, indifferent to their complicated emotions: "A top doctor, with a doctorate, recently had an accident, proud of himself and has this capital - there are plenty of clues, why can't we find out?"

"The point isn't at all whether the clue—"

Cynthia took a deep breath.

"... Forget it." She waved her hand weakly, "With your weak consciousness, I shouldn't expect you to take this kind of issue into consideration."

She stood up, turned around to look at the heroes, adjusted her mentality, and smiled: "Okay. Thank you everyone for being able to attend the premiere of this musical. It's getting late. If you don't appear in the public's sight , they will all be upset."

Several heroes, such as Superman and The Flash, who often help the citizens of their cities by the way, subconsciously scratched their cheeks.

Green Lantern looked at the dark sky outside the window, crossed his arms, and teased in a dragging voice: "It's time for someone to patrol the territory—"

Everyone, especially the young heroes who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, all giggled.

They stood up, said goodbye to Cynthia, and walked out of the private room in a bustling manner, each of them preparing to use their abilities to leave quietly.

"Little spider, wait a moment."

Cynthia called out to Spider-Man, who was huddled in a corner as quiet as a chicken, and hadn't said a word since breaking in the door.

Spider-Man raised his pitiful big eyes and shuddered involuntarily.

Batman, who hadn't left the house yet, turned to look at Cynthia.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow at him.

So he paused and walked out.

Behind the irregular black cloak, the door closed gently with a "bang".

The heroes were laughing and walking in the corridor. At the end of the line, the extremely curious Skeleton sneaked up next to Batman, covered his mouth with his hand to cover up, and lowered his voice: "Bat, who is that reserve? What's his name? Will he join us later? Is it the magic side or the technology side?"

Batman glanced at him.

"No comment," he hissed.

"Ah" Steel Bone was disappointed, "But...but why? You already know that, don't you?"

"Quan." Batman said succinctly.

That night, Cynthia gave an hour-long psychological counseling to Spider-Man who was so frightened that he had a psychological shadow.

Cynthia thought at first that he was just horrified by the "Cynthia and Batman almost kissing" scene, but she soon discovered that it was more than that.

The most serious problem still appeared when Batman glared at him after Spiderman opened the door.

Seeing Batman for the first time, Spider-Man, who had no idea of ​​his gloomy gaze that could stop a child from crying, was terribly frightened by the stare of the Gotham Devil.

"He gave me that look as if... as if he was going to pick me up and bring me back to the nest for the cubs to eat—sorry Cynthia, I didn't mean to think that way, but the thought that came to my mind at the time That's it - I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Cynthia: "..."

After finally calming down his emotions, Cynthia sent him out of the private room, and when he turned around, he whispered eagerly, "That... you and the bat..." He swallowed, "Batman, are we really together?" Yet?"

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia: "...well... I'm still thinking about it."

So Spider-Man showed her admiration.

"Then what should Mr. Wayne do?" He asked again in a low voice, with some hesitation.

Cynthia: "..."

Bruce Wayne.She gritted her teeth in her heart.

The next day, Cynthia sat up from the bed with her head aching from sleeping late, turned on her phone, and opened Twitter.

The phone simply freezes, blinks, goes blank, then restarts.

Cynthia: "..."

Twitter is buzzing, last night's series of dras (real dras and artificial accidental dras) at the Metropolitan Theater have made all newspapers the biggest money of the year, all kinds of sensational headlines and endless streams The photos are all flying together. So far, the top ten tweets have been completely wiped out by a few words related to "Cynthia", "Bruce Wayne" and "Wonder Woman".

1: Cynthia Bruce Wayne

2: "Wonder Woman"

3: Juliet Rose Rain

4: cloth moon

5: Wonder Woman appeared in "Wonder Woman"

6: Tony Stark appeared in "Wonder Woman"

7: Chris Ross is Cynthia's ex-boyfriend

8: Tony Stark Trumpet

9: Luna Composite

10: Luna's Ex-Boyfriend Summary

.........

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia groaned weakly and fell back on the bed.

Five minutes later, she grabbed her phone and called Chris.

"Hello, Chris? That's right, it's me... sorry Chris, I mean... I understand you don't like hype, sorry...

"No, it's all because of me, I have to apologize to you...Really?...Thank you, Chris.

"...Does the latest tour need to be postponed? I mean, avoid this storm first?...Haha, why do you seem to be quite happy?...Okay, then I will prepare according to the original plan.... Well, I see. . . . I see, thank you. Goodbye."

She got up, washed, wrapped herself in a hat, scarf, sunglasses, mask, coat, and went out to the theater.

In the next few months, Cynthia has been touring all over the country, and at night, she returns to the Watchtower and the Avengers Building in the state of her soul, and her life is very fulfilling.

Her dens in various places have also been activated again because of the tour.

On this day, in the villa in Los Angeles, Cynthia opened her eyes in the morning air.

She felt a little cold first.Rubbing his eyes, he pressed the button next to the bedside table, and the curtains on the side slowly opened to both sides, revealing the huge French windows.

Frosts formed on the window, looking out, Los Angeles in the early morning was covered with snow.

Snowing.

There seemed to be lively human voices in the distance.

Cynthia stared at the snowflakes falling outside the window, and after a while, opened the calendar on the phone.

With a "ding bell", a blessing appeared on the plain screen.

December 12th, Christmas.