Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

An intricate golden pattern lit up out of thin air in Doctor Strange's hands.

"See what Cynthia looks like when she activates her powers? I can let you experience a real out-of-body experience—if you want to fight." He said, his arms tensed like bows.

"Are you threatening us?" Superman asked in a deep voice.

"No." Doctor Strange smiled inexplicably, "I just want you to know what it feels like to have your worldview completely overturned."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia stood helplessly behind Superman, tugged at the cloak that was stuck to her again: "Strange, stop."

"Why?" Strange glanced at her, "I'm the one who 'kidnapped' you, why do you ask me to stop?"

"...Please, Strange." Cynthia sighed.

Superman couldn't help but startled when he heard the conversation between Cynthia and Doctor Strange.

"You... do you know each other?" He asked hesitantly, looking back at Batman.

"That's right." Cynthia looked at him almost gratefully, "He is...do you remember the mission target on the day I performed? He is the mission target. Sorry, Superman, this is just a misunderstanding..."

Superman relaxed his body a little bit, still hesitated, and looked at his colleagues: "But... b just said that he is..."

"Obviously, some people don't think this is a misunderstanding." Doctor Strange said coolly from the side.

"A man I've never met suddenly appeared in her hotel suite, didn't say a few words, and when she was caught off guard and unprepared, he took her and disappeared out of thin air." Batman said coldly State, "I really don't think it was a misunderstanding."

"Bruce." Cynthia looked back at him and whispered, "You know I know him."

"You knew the psychiatrist, and he's a mage now. People change," Batman blurted out.

Cynthia froze for a moment, and looked at him with some doubts.She felt that this sentence was familiar, but for a while, she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

Receiving Cynthia's sight, Batman also gave a meal.But immediately, he continued as if he didn't notice anything: "His ability is too strange, and no one knows his mentality now. I'm not sure if there is any risk for you to be taken away by him."

After a pause, he glanced at the levitating cloak on Cynthia: "At least so far, I'm not sure whether you have been kidnapped or not."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia stroked the fabric of the cloak like a cat, and when it was trembling with comfort, she grabbed the nape of its neck and picked it up all at once.

"No, I don't." She said calmly, holding up her dangling cloak.

The cloak shrank into a ball in aggrieved manner.

Doctor Strange sighed and raised his hand: "Come here."

The cloak swung its head and flew towards him, opened it with a "crash", and fell on his shoulders obediently.

"Wow...!" Cyborg and Flash exclaimed, having never seen a single magical item like this before.

"...oh." Superman said dryly, looking at the cloak with wide eyes, then back at Cynthia, "so... are we... all right now?"

"Yes." Cynthia said, "I'm sorry to ask you to come here so late."

"It's okay." Superman flew down a little mildly, "We also want to meet the new superheroes... I mean, people with superpowers."

He landed in front of Doctor Strange and extended his palm to him friendly: "I am Superman, a member of the Justice League. Nice to meet you, Doctor Strange. I am very sorry if I offended you just now."

Doctor Strange raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm." He said, stretched out his hand, and shook him weakly, "Since I asked you to come to New York from Gotham... why don't I do you a favor."

Superman was taken aback: "What...?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "Wow!" from the steel frame behind him.

A golden arc flashed by his side, and wherever it reached, the scenery changed suddenly.

They actually returned to the top floor suite of the Gotham Hotel in an instant.

"Wuhu!" The Flash clenched his fists excitedly.

The golden circle was like a window leading to another world. Doctor Strange stood at that end and did not step over with the crowd. There were still countless books on the temple wall behind him.

"Goodbye, everyone." He said flatly, "I hope what happened today will never happen again."

After a pause, as if he was interested, his rare eyes looked at Cynthia again, and he smiled playfully: "By the way, Cynthia."

Cynthia: "? What?"

"Aren't you curious..."

Doctor Strange glanced meaningfully at Batman who was silent at the side.

"The temple is hidden in the busy city, and it is impossible for ordinary people to find it. How did they find it here so quickly?"

Cynthia was taken aback.

"'People change.'" Doctor Strange read this line slowly, his voice as low as the finest cello, "What a familiar sentence. That's why I said, you are very similar to him. What do you think? ?”

He stretched out his finger and tapped gently on Cynthia's neck.

"Your jade pendant." He said, "the weight is different from ordinary jade pendants. The things inside may also be different."

Cynthia's heart sank suddenly.

She slowly stretched out her hand and pulled out the red string around her neck.

The crescent-shaped jade pendant had been warmed by her body temperature, and it felt faintly hot in the palm of her hand, so hot that Cynthia subconsciously wanted to throw it out.

But she did not tie the knot of the string, and it might not be so easy to untie it.

She raised her head stiffly and saw Doctor Strange raising an eyebrow at her.

"In any case, the ending will not change, so I don't count as interfering with fate." He said this sentence without end, and glanced at Batman who was standing still, showing a trace of revenge. Smiling, "That's all for now. Goodbye."

The golden ring shrunk suddenly, engulfing his figure in an instant.

There was complete silence in the suite.

Cynthia turned her back to the crowd, and could feel their deliberate suppressed gazes—they even breathed carefully.

She wanted to laugh suddenly, but her heart was so heavy that it was very difficult to even lift the corner of her mouth.

"What's in here?" She unconsciously rubbed the round jade pendant in her hand, and heard her voice without any emotion.

After a while, Batman's hoarse voice sounded low.

"Heart rate monitors, location tracking chips, listeners," he said.

Cynthia sneered in an inaudible voice.

"Is there anything you want to explain?" she asked.

This time, Batman was silent for longer.

But in the end, he still replied: "...No."

No.He said.

Cynthia let out a long breath silently, closed her eyes firmly, and then turned around.

The Flash shuddered involuntarily at the action.

Cynthia was amused by him with a "chick".

"What's the matter, Barry?" she asked, laughing. "Am I really that scary?"

"Uh...no! No, no, no! No!" Flash waved his hands frantically, "I just... I just... kind of..."

He poked the Green Lantern beside him hard.

"Aww! Barry?!" Green Lantern called out, and then received his help-seeking eyes, "...uh...he's just a little... cold! Yes, he's a little cold! This is the roof, it's really weird Cold. Haha."

Wonder Woman gave them both an idiotic look.

"Oh, is that so?" Cynthia tried her best to hold back her smile, "Then you all go to bed quickly—I believe the quilt here will be very warm."

Superman looked at Batman hesitantly, and then looked back at her: "But... Cynthia..."

Cynthia shook her head at him.

"It's all right, meringue," she said. "It's early in the morning, and you're going back tomorrow, aren't you?"

Superman opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade her, but Wonder Woman walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and shook his head at him.

"Okay, then let's go." Wonder Woman said, her voice was extremely gentle, "You also go to bed early, good night."

As she spoke, she drove the others away like chickens.

Cynthia smiled at her.

"Good night," she said, without even looking at Batman, who was silent beside him.

When Batman walked to the door, he still couldn't help turning his head.

Cynthia met his gaze, and saw hesitation, anxiety, guilt, and other very complicated emotions inside.

She froze for a moment, lowered her eyes, and staggered her gaze.

After about half a minute, the door slammed shut gently.

Cynthia let out a long, long sigh.

She turned her back, away from the door, grabbed the jade pendant still hanging around her neck, hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth, and pulled it off.

The dim moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on the troubled jade pendant, making the hideous scar more clear.

Once, under such moonlight, someone repaired the broken jade pendant little by little, and then gave it to her again.

It meant nothing more than recovered love, and pure guilt, he said.

She believed it.

She forgave him.

If there is only a heart rate monitor and a positioning chip in it, maybe she can still lie to herself.

She could still tell herself that it was because he was worried about her.

But he also put the monitor in.

It's like treating suspected prisoners, mental patients, or anyone who is suspected in a prison.

A long time ago, when he doubted Superman, he had told her that he wanted to use the monitor.

Cynthia couldn’t help thinking: Is he really just worried about me?After I was resurrected and possessed the power to manipulate people's hearts, was he really just worried about me?

She knows nothing.

He tied her with an unbreakable red cord, bound her in a shackle woven of sweet dreams, and she knew nothing of it.