Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

In the end, Hal still didn't stay in the orphanage.

Bruce had already booked a top-level suite for them.Although the hotel was a branch of the Wayne Group, so he didn't have to spend a penny, even so, Cynthia still tried everything possible to move the heroes there.

It took a lot of effort, because the only two people present who seemed to be able to walk were only her and Bruce.

"I understand now." Cynthia put Wonder Woman's beautiful and powerful arms on her shoulders. Due to the height difference, she did this action just right, "I shouldn't let you stay there and listen to me sing, It’s just asking for trouble.”

"Well."

Bruce responded vaguely, grabbed Clark's arm, and dragged him slowly towards the car.

Cynthia gently placed Wonder Woman with closed eyes on the extended Lincoln seat, lifted herself up, held the car door to catch her breath, and looked back at Bruce: "Are you okay? Sleepy?"

"...No." Bruce replied slowly.

Cynthia didn't notice.She looked at the sleepy heroes in the car—Hal, with the last sliver of reason, packed himself and Barry with the bubbles transformed by the green light ring, and then flew back into the car; Knowing how to hack into his system, he kicked and walked back to the car with his eyes closed.

Cynthia sighed: "I used to do sleep work when I didn't have the ability, but this is the first time after I got the ability, maybe maybe it's really too much... You are the last person to wake up—I Should have thought of that earlier. It's just that I'm still fantasizing about Clark being able to use his super strength to help me get you all into the car, and instead he's the first one to fall asleep."

"Never," Bruce said, throwing Clark into the car, "don't expect Superman to be immune to anything but the physical."

Cynthia shook her head and laughed.

"I understand," she said, opening the driver's door. "Can you still drive? Would you like me?"

Bruce was silent for a while.

"I'm calling Alfred."

"No, Bruce, it's midnight now, let the old man fall asleep." Cynthia stopped him and pushed him into the co-pilot's seat.

The stretched Lincoln wobbled toward the hotel with a beginner's attitude.

The neon light shone on Bruce's drooping strands of forehead hair, and then across the bridge of his high nose.He turned his head and saw Cynthia's arms were holding the steering wheel stiffly, her light-colored eyes were wide open, reflecting the color of the opposite traffic light.

After being silent for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Are you...would you crash the car later?"

Cynthia: "??"

Cynthia turned to look at him with wide eyes, and condemned in disbelief: "No! Why do you think so? I'm just not proficient, and it's not that I haven't finished my driver's license test."

"Sorry," Bruce whispered, blinking slowly, looking forward again.

After a while, he turned his head again and stared at Cynthia without blinking.

Cynthia adjusted her sitting posture uneasily under the gaze of his blue eyes.

"What?" she asked him in a low voice, her eyes still on the road.

Bruce shook his head, but said nothing.

After 2 minutes, she couldn't stand his staring at her anymore, and Cynthia turned her head suddenly: "...Why do you keep looking at me?"

Bruce's answer was delayed by at least ten seconds this time.

"...I want to see it." He finally said, his tone was calm, and there was no intention of hiding it at all.

Cynthia: "...??"

She couldn't help but look at him again: "...Are you okay? Are you really sober?"

"Batman never fails to wake up," Bruce said, starting to use Batman's throat cancer voice.

Cynthia: "..."

Well, now she's alone.

The car was parked downstairs in the hotel. Cynthia held down Bruce who was about to get off the car and called for someone. She went out and called the doorman and waiter. She took off her sunglasses and reported Bruce Wayne's name. Watching the hotel manager rush over, she ordered He arranged the heroes one by one, and then walked with Bruce to her penthouse suite under the secretive and gossiping eyes of the waiters.

After all the waiters who helped them with their luggage were shut outside the door, Cynthia eased her stiff smile and glared at Bruce, who was silent at the side: "Why did you follow?"

Bruce glanced at her slowly, without speaking, and walked around her towards the sofa in the living room.

Walking to the sofa, he stared at the sofa for a while, and after a few seconds, he sat down slowly.

With his arms on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes were heavy and his expression was serious, he stared at a point in the void without moving.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia sighed, walked over, and waved in front of his eyes: "Bruce?"

Bruce looked up at her, and pointed to the seat beside him: "Sit."

Cynthia took a deep breath.

"...I don't want to sit," she said. "If you're really sleepy, go back to Wayne Manor."

"No," Bruce mumbled, "I can't drive."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia: "I'll call you the driver."

"No." Bruce continued to make excuses solemnly, "Then the media will talk nonsense tomorrow."

Cynthia was silent.

In one day, they've been seen on a yacht together, in a hotel together, and now Bruce insists on staying in her room, and starts worrying about tomorrow's media speculation about their relationship.

Cynthia did not expect that Batman's IQ would drop when he was extremely sleepy.

Or, maybe his EQ has increased instead.

"Bruce."

She sighed softly, walked up to him, half knelt down, and stroked his forehead hair.

"If you're really sleepy, go to sleep now."

Bruce's sanity may really not be sober, and by the way, he even let go of the air that he had been insisting on all the time.

He looked up at Cynthia, his cobalt blue eyes narrowed slightly as if drunk, and after a while, he pressed his cheek against Cynthia's slightly cool palm, and then rubbed it slightly.

"Really? Right here?" he asked, his voice low, like a glass of full-bodied red wine.

Cynthia gasped for breath.

Her eyes reflected Bruce's expression like a big cat, her knuckles trembled slightly, and she involuntarily rubbed his cheek that was leaning forward.

Bruce closed his eyes and raised his jaw in enjoyment.

"...Yes." Cynthia murmured softly as if bewitched.

In the next second, a pair of hands wrapped around her lower back.

The body vacated for a moment, and Cynthia exclaimed, and then she was hugged into a warm embrace with the fragrance of cologne.

Bruce hugged her on his body, lay down, and the two of them nestled into the large sofa together.

Cynthia's face was buried in Bruce's neck, her forehead was scratched by the tail of his hair, her breath was full of his smell, she was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to try to get up.

"Wait... what are you doing, Bruce!" she whispered with flushed cheeks.

"Sleep," Bruce said, the throbbing in his chest reaching Cynthia's ears.

"You can't stay here, go to bed... Fuck." Cynthia said confusedly, "No, let me go first!"

Bruce turned a deaf ear, rubbing his chin on the top of her head, messing up her long platinum hair.

"sleep."

He repeated it with [-]% sincerity in his tone, thinking that he really wanted to sleep.

Cynthia could hardly count how many times she had sighed.

"...Okay, sleep." She compromised, "Let me go down first, and get you a quilt, okay?"

Bruce only heard the first half of the latter sentence.

"No." He said immediately, "Stay here."

Cynthia tried to look up at him: "I'm just going to..."

Bruce lowered his eyes and looked at Cynthia's light-colored pupils, with a hint of melancholy in his expression.

"Don't go, stay here," he said, "accompany me."

Cynthia was stunned.

She looked at Bruce in disbelief, not sure what she had just heard.By the time she reacted, she had activated her ability.

A little man in a suit and leather shoes slowly emerged from Bruce's left shoulder.

Little Bruce rubbed his eyes, resisting his drowsiness, swayed his two thin legs, and struggled to get close to the fingers that Cynthia clasped on Bruce's shoulders.

Those short arms stretched out, grabbed her fingers, hugged her possessively, rubbed her cheeks, curled up next to her, and fell asleep next to her knuckles.

He was really sleepy, and he really wanted her to stay with him.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia's heart melted.

Looking up again, the big Bruce was still staring at her, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly, stubbornly waiting for the answer.

"……All right."

Cynthia heard her extremely gentle voice.

"I'm not leaving, I'm staying here with you. But we have to build something."

As she spoke, she put her palms on Bruce's chest, straightened her upper body, and reached for the thick coat she had put on the back of the chair before.

In her current position, she straddles Bruce's waist.It's just that neither of them noticed this.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden "chichi" sound in midair.

The two looked up almost at the same moment.

A golden circle of sparkling light appeared strangely in the suite.Immediately, a slender leg stepped out from inside.

A tall, lanky man with gray temples and strange clothes.

Stephen Strange, or, as he should be called now - Doctor Strange.

Cynthia exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Strange...?"

Doctor Strange turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw her entangled with Bruce.

"..."

He paused, then slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Did I..." he said, making gestures, "Did I bother you?"

"what?"

Cynthia was stunned for a moment, and then realized how easily misunderstood the current posture of herself and Bruce was, and her face flushed suddenly.

"Oh no. No no no no."

She quickly jumped off Bruce.Bruce's eyes had been fixed on Doctor Strange silently, and he also stood up at this time, sweeping away the previous sleepiness, and tensed his back vigilantly.

Cynthia was still trying to explain: "We didn't...I mean, we weren't doing what you imagined just now...I just wanted to cover him with a quilt."

Doctor Strange gave a meaningful "huh" and didn't know if he believed it or not.

"Stephen Strange." Bruce said in a deep voice, "So, you are now a master of magic (ster, can also be translated as a master)."

Doctor Strange seems indifferent to Bruce's knowledge of his identity, only correcting him very seriously: "No, I'm a doctor."

"It doesn't matter," Bruce said, pressing harder and harder. "Why did you come here? Gotham is not the place of the magic side. The Wayne Group's hotel is not."

"It's none of your business." Doctor Strange said coldly, confronting each other, "Batman."

Bruce's pupils shrank, his breathing rate accelerated a beat, and he immediately regained his composure.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two became more serious, Cynthia said in a timely manner: "So, you know his identity, Mr. Strange. Are you a magician now? After that, you will become a superhero ?"

"Super hero?"

Doctor Strange sneered.

"That's just a child's trick."

So, he won't be a superhero.

Among Cynthia's mission goals, he was also the first person who did not admit that he was a superhero.

Cynthia was taken aback.

"Then you are...?" She asked tentatively.

"I'm……"

Doctor Strange paused.He turned his head and glanced at Bruce.

"He's too intrusive, let's change to another place."

As he spoke, he raised his arms and drew circles in the air.

"what……?"

Cynthia asked subconsciously, and then felt that her feet were suddenly empty.