Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

[...and then it's done.Now, those idiots will think their investigation went nowhere, not that they almost tracked you down in Metropolis. 】

Cynthia slumped comfortably on her bed, moved her arms when she heard the words, clapped her hands together at a slow speed, and made a "snap" sound: [Great, the trouble is solved.So what do we do next? 】

[The next mission...well... Stark's second stage mission is approaching, but there are others——]

【No. ] Cynthia interrupted, 【I mean the "Rebirth" project, not the side jobs. 】

【……what's the plan? 】

【Are you serious? ] Cynthia's eyes widened, 【I thought you came to help me solve the "the world thought I was dead" matter? 】

【oh! ] The tone of the system sounds like it just remembered this, [Of course, of course... But I think we can do a few more missions first, accumulate abilities together, and then let you return to stardom? 】

Cynthia folded her arms in disbelief: 【So you're going to sign me a bad check? 】

【of course not! 】

【do you know?Your performance gave me a feeling,] Cynthia lowered her brows, 【I've always been curious, what benefits can saving a superhero's mind give you?Why are you willing to use these tasks to make a deal with me?It's like... those superheroes mean a lot to you. 】

The system was silent for a while, then sighed: [Superheroes affect the future.And it's not a deal, Cynthia.The ability you use is your own, and I am just a kind of existence similar to a conductor. 】

【You have been emphasizing this with me. ] Cynthia said, 【You've been hinting to me, explicitly or implicitly, that I already have the ability to control minds—but so what if I'm a potential mutant?You, an alien gem, why did you go to great lengths to resurrect me and then channel my abilities?Does this mean anything to you? 】

[You are not a mutant, Cynthia. 】The system whispered,【But what exactly are you, I can't tell you.I can't influence your mind, that would trigger some kind of fallacy.I can only wait for an opportunity, an opportunity where you can truly understand yourself, and when it comes, these problems will be solved.Now, you just have to believe that we are one and everything I do is for you. 】

[How touching, a non-human living body who thinks of me wholeheartedly. ] Cynthia rolled her eyes.

The system just repeated in a low voice: 【We are one. 】

Cynthia was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: 【Saving the superhero is also for my sake? 】

【yes. 】The system answers.

Cynthia chuckled and said arrogantly: [I don't care who I am, I just want to be my original self - an ordinary Oscar queen, that's all.And the meaning of you still in my mind is to help me achieve this goal, so, what is your plan? 】

【Okay...let me see...】The system said helplessly, 【Well, there are many ways to choose from.The simplest and most energy-intensive method is this: after you have done enough tasks, completely clear your death event from every human memory in the world at one stroke, delete every piece of information and files, and then, you can pretend to be Go on living like nothing happened. 】

[So, after doing this, the explosion will no longer exist? 】Cynthia asked, 【What about the clown?The crimes he committed also disappeared together?And...that dark guy did...something? 】

[The elimination of an event must be accompanied by its cause and effect.So, yes. 】The system answers.

Cynthia was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: 【No, this is not what I want. 】

[The second method, the most brutal one. 】The system continued to say kindly,【Replace the name and face of any celebrity from people's memory, and make it look like you, and then--】

【veto. ] Cynthia said with a dark face, 【Are you insulting my achievements and personality? 】

[I knew you would say that. 】The system said easily.

[Why don't you just change my "death" to "missing"?You know, it happens from time to time that bodies are not found in bombings. ] Cynthia asked.

Could it be the system: [This is indeed feasible, but it will be very troublesome. You need to change the disappearance into "death due to certain reasons after disappearance", because your grave has already been erected in Gotham's central cemetery... And that's not the only one. 】

【…】Cynthia said in disbelief, 【How many graves do I have? 】

[The fact that the one in the central cemetery is just a clothes tomb - obviously the general public doesn't know about it, and that actually eases my workload somewhat.Your real grave is in a cemetery in Lower Gotham, which Bruce Wayne keeps secret. 】The system ran to check the information, and said in surprise, 【Wow, that's really a..."small and simple" cemetery, I guess the grievances between you must be deep. 】

【……No. ] Cynthia was silent for a long time this time, and then said in a daze, 【The cemetery in Lower Gotham is... where my adoptive father, Old Will, was buried. ...I have spoken to him about it. 】

A year ago, not far from the cemetery in Lower Gotham, in a trail.

Gotham in the wee hours of the morning should be dead silent, it should be.

Ahead, the sound of gunfire and gang fights resounded throughout the alley. Cynthia held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and stood in the shadow of the alley, numbly watching the time on the watch pass by every minute.

"You should leave."

A low and hoarse voice came from behind, and the back of Cynthia's head went numb, she turned around suddenly, and punched out while pulling away from her defensive posture.

Black kevlar gloves caught her fist securely.

The slender white petals fell in front of her, and the remaining rhizomes in Cynthia's hands were also pinched and deformed.

Through the petals, Cynthia saw a figure covered in pitch-black, with a helmet with cat ears, and a cloak trailing the floor. The bat logo on the light armor showed a half-light and half-dark luster under the shadow cut.

He stood there silently and quietly, a huge shadow with two sharp horns devoured from the shadow on the ground, and an extremely strong sense of oppression and fear almost hit his face.

"Good reflexes." Said the only thin lips exposed under the mask of black pointed ears.

Cynthia didn't know what to say for a moment.

And when she spoke, she said, "You made me spoil my flowers."

Now it was Batman's turn to be silent for a moment.

He let go of his hand, and changed the subject bluntly: "Cynthia, no surname, famous and popular actress. People like you appear in a lane in Lower Gotham, why?"

Cynthia looked at him carefully from top to bottom, and then said shyly under his terrifying eyes: "I guess you are too busy to use Google."

Batman stared at her without saying a word.

"Okay, okay." Cynthia spread her hands, "Because my adoptive father is buried in the cemetery over there-yes, that's where they fought. Seriously, why did the gangsters choose a cemetery? Make a deal and then be stupid enough to fight over a disagreement?"

Batman explained curtly: "Because it's hidden."

Obviously, Cynthia wasn't listening at all, because when Batman finished speaking quickly, her eyes were still glued to his lips, and she said abruptly in the silence: "You know what? Your mouth looks a little look familiar."

Batman pursed his lips for a moment.

Batman disappeared.

In the next second, the gunshots in front of him, which had already diminished, re-emerged louder, followed by the heart-piercing screams and fear-filled screams of the gangsters: "——It's him! It's Batman! Ahhhh!!"

Cynthia leaned back against the wall and looked at her watch calmly.

Five minutes later, she stood up, patted the dust on the back of her coat, and walked towards the cemetery stepping on her high-heeled shoes.

The gangsters either ran away with bruised noses and faces, or lay on the ground unknown to anyone, while Batman was squatting beside him like a big cat, picking up scattered small bags. Cynthia guessed that they might be drugs or something.

She patted Batman on the shoulder as she passed by: "Four and a half minutes, not bad."

"Leave, now," Batman hissed, without looking up.

"No." Cynthia also walked past him without looking sideways.

She took a leisurely step around the mess and walked to a tombstone at the back.

The short tombstone read simply: "Best Dad in the World: Old Will."

Gently, Cynthia placed the bunch of chrysanthemums that were rotten to the point where only the bent stems remained.

"You can't blame me, old guy." She stroked the dust on the tombstone with her hand, "If you want to blame it, blame the Catman next to you."

Batman, who turned his back to her, slowly turned his face around: "...IamBatman."

"Look at what he said," Cynthia knelt down and began to clear the weeds, "how can a bat have cat ears and sharp claws?"

"...why are you still here?"

"Because tomorrow... oh no, it's today, my adoptive father's birthday, and he didn't want me to visit him on his death day, so today becomes extra important."

"You can come back later."

"Actually, no." Cynthia shrugged her shoulders with her back turned to Batman, "My identity does not allow me to appear here during the day, but at night... I have a dinner at night, with the richest man in Gotham."

Cynthia sighed and complained: "To be honest, if it wasn't for that big trouble who sent a text message to remind me just now, I almost forgot about him... Well, I have already forgotten him, I originally planned to come at night .”

Batman on the side suddenly fell silent.

"Actually, I still want to thank you. After all, if you didn't scare them away, I don't know when I would be able to enter this cemetery... I still have to ask, what are they thinking in their heads? Look at these bullets. Holes and footprints, it’s a mess.” She worriedly touched the part of the tombstone that was missing by the bullet, and turned to ask the only two people who were awake at the scene for advice, “Do you think I should move the old guy’s tomb... ..."

Behind him, fallen leaves were blown up and fell by the wind, leaving the gloomy cemetery empty.

"... to go somewhere else?"

"It's rude." Cynthia commented.