Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Watchtower, counseling room.

Cynthia was flipping through the calendar on the table at an extremely slow speed.

She was twisting the cardboard of the calendar with one hand, and turning the pen absently with the other, her eyes were empty, as if she was thinking about something.

"Duk, duk." Two times, someone knocked on the door of the consulting room.

"Cynthia?"

Cynthia didn't respond.

Ten seconds later, the door was carefully pushed open.Wonder Woman held the doorknob and quietly leaned her upper body in.

"... Cynthia?"

She called again tentatively.

no respond.

Diana frowned.She walked into the room, came to Cynthia's table, stretched out her hand, and waved in front of her eyes: "Cynthia!"

Cynthia was taken aback for a moment, and the pen in her hand fell to the table with a "snap". She refocused her eyes, looked up at Wonder Woman, and asked quickly, "... Diana? What's wrong?"

"Compared to asking me, this question is more suitable for you to ask yourself." Diana looked at her with some concern, "What's wrong with you? You always look sluggish today."

"……Oh."

Cynthia touched her nose.

"It's nothing, it's just... I was just talking to Wuny."

She pointed to her own brain and motioned to Diana—a consciousness lived in it.

Diana raised her left eyebrow suspiciously: "Really? But you look a little worried."

"I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, but no words came out.After a while, he sighed and said, "I'm just... not sure if I should do some things."

"what's up?"

Diana sat sideways beside her, stroked her back with one hand, and patted her gently: "Can you tell me? You've thought about it for a long time, and if you sit here like this again, everyone will be worried."

Cynthia looked up at her, and asked with some doubts: "Are you... are you all waiting for me? I usually sit like this in the consulting room, why are you...?"

Diana paused, then carefully observed the expression on her face, and asked hesitantly: "Today is Christmas, we agreed to have a party at the watchtower in the afternoon, that's why you came to the consulting room so early... …you forgot?"

Suddenly, Cynthia stroked her hair annoyedly: "...God, I really forgot."

With that said, she was about to stand up: "Then I'll go out now, are they all outside?"

"Don't worry, Xiao Shan is late again." Diana said, pushing her back to her seat, "You wait here first, just right, I have to figure out what happened to you today."

Wonder Woman broke her shoulders with a gentle and irresistible force, and those island-like eyes fixedly looked at her: "I am very worried about you, Cynthia. Can you tell me?"

Cynthia froze for a moment and sighed.

"I..." she said, touching her nose a little embarrassedly, "It's really nothing, I just... suddenly miss Gotham a little bit."

Diana paused.

"Miss Gotham?" she repeats, seemingly unable to meld the two words together.

"Yeah." Cynthia also found it funny, "It's unbelievable, isn't it? After a person has been to Gotham once, they want to stay away from it for the rest of their lives. I actually miss it now."

Diana shook her head.

"You're from Gotham, Cynthia. There's nothing surprising about that," she said, "but why don't you go back? I just thought of that, since you've been resurrected, it seems like you haven't been back to Gotham once. "

"This is what I've been thinking about, Diana." Cynthia said, rubbing her forehead, "I don't seem to want to go back."

Diana opened her eyes slightly.

Cynthia also felt that what she said was extremely inconsistent, and explained: "I mean... I don't want to go back, but I miss it, just... Do you understand what I mean, Diana? It is a very strange Feeling, I think..."

She lowered her eyes: "...I think, I'm not as open-minded as I thought."

The desks in the consulting room are also the ones Cynthia is familiar with, and she can almost count how many patterns there are on the desks.In the silence, only Wonder Woman sighed softly, approached her, and stroked her platinum-blond long hair.

"It's okay, Cynthia." Diana said softly, "You've experienced something like that, and it's only natural that you have some resistance to Gotham in your heart. A person wearing a dress in a car accident, she will not want to see that dress again Yes. It's not your fault, there's no need to feel bad."

Cynthia looked up at her, and the gentle Amazonian princess was smiling at her.

She breathed a long sigh of relief: "...Okay. Thank you, Diana."

Diana patted her on the shoulder: "So, why do you want to go back to Gotham recently?"

"Shortly after Christmas, it's my adoptive father's birthday." Cynthia said, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on the table. He... And, in the past, I would go to the Gotham Welfare Institute to visit those children every year during the Christmas holidays. I broke my promise once last year, and this year..."

Her brows furrowed unconsciously again.

Diana looked at her silently for a while, then suddenly said, "Xiao Shan is here."

Cynthia looked up: "? What?"

"Here is Flash at last. I heard his voice," said Diana, holding out a hand to her. "Let's go too."

Watchtower Hall.

In the brightly lit hall itself, the brightness of the lights has been dimmed a bit to create a comfortable and lazy atmosphere.In the center, a huge Christmas tree looms in front of you, covered with weird little things—all kinds of seafood, meteorites, flowers and plants, and a string of amazingly bright small light bulbs.

On the side, Green Lantern used his ring to conjure a fireplace, and everyone gathered around the green fire, chirping and chatting.

Cyborg danced and gestured: "...and then I said: 'Hey! Do you know who I am? I'm Cyborg of the Justice League! Why don't you know the Justice League? You've heard of the Justice League bat— -bat-man-?', haha! Guess what? Booyah! He's instantly scared and runs!"

The crowd laughed.

Beside the Christmas tree, Superman, who was flying in the air and looked at them with a smile, suddenly paused and said, "Cynthia is here."

Everyone was silent for a while.

"How is she?" The Flash asked Superman worriedly, "Is she feeling unwell today? Why does she look listless?"

"No, Lightning." Neptune sat cross-legged and said in a rough voice, "You are wrong. She is in a bad mood, and women will become like that when they are in a bad mood... Mae So does La."

As if recalling some bad experience, he couldn't help shivering.

"Our psychiatrist is not in a good mood today, which is really good news." Green Lantern leaned on the sofa he conjured up, "So, who upset our Luna again? Where is the bat? It won't be him again Bar?"

Superman corrected him helplessly: "That's not the reason, Hal. It's because..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

"...Where's Batman?" he asked, with some caution in his expression. "He can't let him know I'm spying on Cynthia—absolutely not."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, with blank faces.

"Where is he?" Green Lantern said impatiently, "he's not here anyway, you can ask Cynthia when she comes. Now go ahead and tell us everything you've heard, meringue."

"Okay." Superman touched his nose, "Cynthia is not sad, she is just a little... a little homesick."

"Homesick?" Everyone said in unison.

"Yes," said Superman, "she misses Gotham a lot, but because of what happened before, she's been hesitant to go back."

"Oh my god, this is terrible." Cyborg said, "What should we do?"

"Maybe..." Flash's eyes lit up, "We can give her some motivation, and let us take a vacation by the way."

As soon as Cynthia entered the hall, she was shocked by the at least three-story Christmas tree in the center.

She looked up at the shimmering unknown rock on the top of the tree, opened her mouth and let out a slow voice: "Wow... oh..."

"Do you like this tree, Cynthia?" Superman flew out from behind the Christmas tree, his red cape fluttering behind him, "This is the pine tree I found from the North Pole, if nothing else, it should be the closest to the Pole It’s a tree. If you use it as a Christmas tree, Santa Claus should be happy to come and give presents.”

"Oh, please, meringue." Green Lantern bared his teeth as if he couldn't take it anymore.

Cynthia couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I believe he will feel at home."

Superman continued happily: "The one on top is what Hal brought back from space, a fragment of a star, and he thought—"

"——I think this thing is quite interesting, so I brought it back. It doesn't have any other meaning, it's just for my leisure." Green Lantern crossed his arms and interjected, looking very heartless.

"That's a wonderful coincidence," Cynthia praised him, suppressing a smile, "and now the tree has its real star."

Hal The Greatest Green Lantern Jordan of all time: "...huh. It's okay, greennterngotthis (Green Lantern got this.)"

The Flash on the side let out a strange "hee hee" laugh.

Behind Cynthia, Wonder Woman smiled calmly and winked at Superman.

"... Cough, that's right."

Superman pretended to be casual and said very stiffly: "Cynthia, we are planning to go around the surrounding cities during the Christmas vacation. The Flash said he wants to go to Gotham - when the time comes, can you be a temporary tour guide for us?"

Cynthia was taken aback.

She looked to the sidelined Flash, and asked him incomprehensibly, "...why do you want to visit Gotham during the Christmas holiday?"

The Flash had been prepared for a long time, and the answer was fluent: "Well... you know, our central city is often called a 'mirror version of Gotham'. I have always been curious about this, but I have never been to Gotham, so I don't understand it very well. What does the title mean, so—"

He shrugged.

"But can't you let Batman take you there?" Cynthia asked subconsciously, and then responded under the indescribable expressions of everyone, "...Oh, that's right."

She paused, hesitated, and still made up her mind: "...Okay, I agree, I'll take you there. In fact, there are still many interesting places in Gotham, but most of them are covered up by those bad things ——I can take you to have a look at that time.”

The Flash and Cyborg cheered, and the expressions of the others were also relaxed.

"Speaking of which, where did Batman go?" Superman finally found the opportunity to ask Cynthia this question.

"I don't know very well," Cynthia was still thinking about returning to Gotham, and she replied casually, "Probably in the surveillance room."

"........."

The surrounding environment suddenly fell silent.

After not hearing human voices for a long time, Cynthia looked up strangely, and saw the expressions on the faces of heroes represented by Superman froze collectively.

In the four corners of the hall, the monitors were quietly flashing red light, which seemed extremely strange in this atmosphere.

Cynthia: "...?"