Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The batcomputer emits a small buzzing sound as it operates.

Bruce was sitting in a chair, tapping the control panel with both hands skillfully, his blue eyes reflecting the flickering fluorescent light on the screen.Cynthia stood beside him, although she was close to the back of the chair, she restrained herself from leaning on anything with a certain distance.She stood relaxed, a little taller than Bruce, and looked down to see the shaggy swirls of his head and the black cloak that fell to the ground and spread out like a flower.

Cynthia stared at them for a moment.

But soon, her eyes were attracted by something else.

On the big screen, apart from the line of parameters that she couldn't understand, there were also several small folders listed.At first glance, the names of these files seem to be just some gibberish characters, but they must have their own rules—at least Cynthia knows that the confidential files in the bat computer can never be a series of meaningless gibberish characters .

"Puter, open the ttb file." Bruce said in a Batman voice.

The Batcomputer beeped.

"Action command detected, command restriction: the highest authority." An elegant female voice said.

"Code passed. Recognition of voiceprint: Batman. Authority: Highest. Command passed. Are you sure you want to send the command?"

"Confirmed," Bruce said.

"The order has been issued successfully, and the ttb plan is being opened for you—"

There was another "beep", and several windows popped up on the computer screen, all of which were locked pictures, like secret files or something.

A row of fluorescent green letters flashed in the middle - "the tower of babel project".

Babel Project.

The "Bible" records that, a long time ago, after the Great Flood, God gave way and human beings continued to multiply.They are all descendants of Noah, and their language is also unified, there is no distinction between races, so they are very united.One day, they began to doubt God's promise, so they joined forces and wanted to build a tower that reached the sky, and went up to heaven to settle down.Seeing that the tower was about to be built, in order to stop this plan, God waved his hand and said: "Let them not communicate and unite." Thus, different languages ​​and races were born.Since then, human beings have stopped working together, and the construction of the Tower of Babel has been abandoned halfway.

Cynthia thought of what she had said to Superman—"He wants to be the 'Tower of Babel' that breaks the world between man and god."

She couldn't help standing up straight, and the green light on the screen was reflected in her light-colored eyes, which even looked a little weird.

She saw Superman, Wonder Woman, Iron Man, Captain America and other superheroes in it, and she couldn't help feeling an ominous premonition in her heart.

"What is this?" she asked in a low voice.

"As you can see." Bruce stared at the screen without turning his head, "This is a plan born for insurance."

He paused, and then said: "Puter, call up the file, the code name is 'Orphans'."

"Drip—the file 'Orphans' has been called up."

A window was projected on the screen, and there was only a thin green line in the window, which looked like a recording file.

That thin line started bouncing up and down.

"This is Batman."

Bruce—or rather, Batman's deep voice came through the stereo.

"The 'Babel Project' is a superhero containment plan plan, which includes the Justice League, the Avengers, and all superheroes not included in the establishment.

"In order to prevent these superheroes from defecting, we need to have plans and weapons to restrain everyone. We must not become a threat. The members of the Justice League are all my players, but..."

Batman on the tape pauses.

"We need to plan for the worst. Always."

Cynthia quietly clenched the hand hanging by her side.

"'Orphans' is an anti-Superman project file. If Superman becomes a threat to Earth, the following plan will be implemented to ensure everyone's safety:

"Green kryptonite sample, substance class 7-b, provided by Superman himself, exposure to its radiation would render him incapacitated, and prolonged exposure would most likely result in...death. Made from green kryptonite as a sample The effect of the red kryptonite produced is still unknown and needs to be further tested."

"Superman's identity in human society is 'Clark Kent'. He cares about his adoptive mother...Martha. He cares about the Kent farm. He cares about his friends in the Italian newspaper. If the above points are used to restrain him, it can alleviate the emergency."

On the screen, the recorded voiceprint calmed down again.

After being silent for a while, Cynthia turned her head to look at Bruce, and said hoarsely: "...you did something that can kill..."

She paused, then changed her words: "...containment, all superheroes' plans? Just like this plan?"

"Good." Bruce said.

"In the recording you say 'Kryptonite was provided by Superman himself,' does he know about the plan?" Cynthia asked.

"Not exactly." Bruce shook his head, "He knows I have plans for him—and he proposed it himself, but he doesn't know I've done someone else's, and it's definitely bigger than he thought. ..."

He made an indescribable expression.

"Be more perfect."

Cynthia sighed.

"You have to tell him..." she said, "No, you have to tell them—whether it's the Justice League, or the Avengers, you have to tell them the existence of this plan and discuss it with them."

"I know you're going to say this." Bruce smiled. "I'll talk about it within the Justice League, but the Avengers...it's not appropriate for Superman to come forward. I can only ask you to talk to them."

Cynthia looked at him in surprise: "Have you considered it? Are you sure you agree?"

"Yes." Bruce said in a deep voice, "Although this will compromise the effectiveness of this plan in some ways, but..."

He bowed his head.

"Since I showed it to you, I already expected your reaction. You won't like my original idea, so it's okay."

Cynthia looked at him, couldn't help showing a small smile, and asked: "So...the purpose of you calling me here is just to let me talk to them? Is this what you want to show me?"

"No," Bruce said, momentarily hesitating, "There's something else.  …Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Cynthia hesitated.

She had already guessed what he was talking about, and felt a little complicated for a moment.

But in the end, she said, "Go ahead. I want to hear it."

Bruce pursed his lips.

"...puter, bring up the 'Artemis' file."

The bat computer said: "The file 'Artemis' is contained in the 'White Mulberry' mother-child project, should you call out the other child file together?"

"White mulberry tree"? "Mother and Child Project"?

This is not the same as the division of Superman files.

Cynthia was taken aback.

However, as if he didn't want her to hear, Bruce quickly replied, "No."

The computer is as good as it sounds: "Drip - the file 'Artemis' has been called up."

Unlike the last time, this time the green line on the screen started to fluctuate after a while after the window popped up.

"'Artemis' is an anti-Selena project dossier. 'Selena' Cynthia is..."

The voice was a little hoarse, and it stopped for a while at the beginning.

"...is the soul of the crow that fell from Asgard's domain." Batman said, "In her brain, there is another more experienced soul, which makes the conditions to restrain her very limited. As a Gotham person, she is usually calm, has a weak sense of justice, is not afraid of danger, and is not afraid of death. But as a superpower with the first half of an ordinary human life, she also has her own spiritual weakness."

Batman's voice paused again.

"She has an adoptive father who is now buried in a public cemetery in Lower Gotham, and she is very concerned about this adoptive father...and the safety of his grave."

Hearing this, Cynthia's right hand trembled involuntarily.

"She cares about her acting career, about Gotham, about the Gotham Welfare Institute, about an orphan named 'Richard Grayson'. If you use the above points to contain it, you can ease the need."

"also……"

Batman's voice hardened.

"In addition, although Cynthia's reborn body is made of the 'Holy Crow Stone', it can still hurt her in the same way as ordinary humans... and has no ability to speed up healing.

"If you have to, you can try to stop her in this way, but...

"But try to avoid putting Batman on this mission...no."

Batman seemed to take a slow, deep breath.

"Due to the particularity of psychic abilities, most people will be confused by her. At that time, please try to send Batman to complete this task." He said.

The recording ends here.

No one spoke for a while, and the bat cave fell into a deathly silence.

Bruce sat leaning in the chair, his head buried low, his eyes closed in some pain.

Cynthia looked at his appearance and sighed softly.

"Thank you, Bruce," she said.

Bruce finally looked up and met her eyes, confused.

"You..." he hesitated, "don't you object to this plan?"

"Although it's a bit sad, I don't want to ruin my reputation and become a lunatic."

Cynthia shrugged.

"And, it's something you can do, and I'm not surprised."

Bruce rubbed his nose.

"And," Cynthia continued, "in a way, you are actually right. Excessive rationality is indeed very safe-it just makes people hate you so much that they want to bite you."

Bruce smiled and crossed his arms: "I'm not surprised by that either."

Cynthia pretended to be surprised: "Oh, you actually know?"

"Batman knows everything, and it's a pity that most people get away with it." Bruce looked up at her, "For example, Superman thought I didn't know it at all. He once said, 'I always wanted to take Batman's head off'."

This time his words really exceeded Cynthia's expectations. While her eyes widened in surprise, she couldn't help laughing: "What? God, did he really say that??"

"That's right." Bruce raised the corners of his mouth almost smugly, "Although before and after he said this sentence, his words were not out of line—even positive. But I still remember it very clearly."

Cynthia laughed and said: "You don't have super hearing, how can you even hear this kind of words? Another thing beyond my imagination."

Not knowing what to think of, the smile on Bruce's mouth suddenly faded a little.

"I didn't just hear what he said." He raised his eyebrows high, "I also know exactly what he said to you."

Cynthia froze for a moment, then opened her eyes wide.

"Bruce." She said confusedly, "That morning you... me and Superman... wait, aren't you jealous?"

Bruce scowled, "Jealous? Am I jealous of Superman? Why should I be jealous of him? What does he have that I—"

He reacted suddenly and closed his mouth.

Cynthia laughed happily.