Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"You really don't have to be jealous, Bruce." Cynthia said with a smile.

Bruce folded his arms and insisted, "I'm not jealous."

Cynthia didn't believe it at all, she just raised her eyebrows, and continued: "He didn't want my response, he just told me."

"I don't care if he wants to or not. I know he likes you, early on," Bruce said.

"There are a lot of people who like me," Cynthia said.

Bruce snorted noncommittally.

"But not everyone can take you to space to watch the sunrise."

Cynthia laughed.

"Bruce," she said, "he was just trying to comfort me."

"I know." Bruce said indifferently, "so I'm not jealous."

After a pause, he added stiffly: "Also, there are many people who like Bruce Wayne."

"Oh." Cynthia smiled, feigning surprise, "that's why I should be jealous, isn't it?"

Bruce raised his eyes.

He looked at her, hesitated, and asked, "Have you ever felt jealous?"

Cynthia paused.

"About what?" she asked. "About you and the girls?"

Bruce didn't answer, just looked at her quietly.

Cynthia shook her head in his sight.

"No," she said, "I'm not jealous of them. I know you're not one of them."

She lowered her eyes.

"...just like you don't belong to me."

Bruce's hand on the console tightened abruptly.

"Cynthia—"

Cynthia shook her head, interrupting him.

"You also prepared a containment plan for yourself, didn't you?" she asked abruptly.

Bruce was taken aback: "I..."

"Let me see it," said Cynthia.

Bruce was silent for a moment.

"It's not necessary." He looked at her and said in a deep voice, "You don't want to see it."

"I want to see it." Cynthia was unmoved, and it was the first time she acted so forcefully in front of him, "You called me here just to let me see this plan. You have made up your mind, but you dare not be completely honest?" ?”

Another moment of silence.

Eventually, Bruce relented.He straightened his upper body and said in a low voice: "Puter, call up...'Detective' file."

The bat computer responded: "The file 'Detective' is housed in the 'White Mulberry' mother-child project. Do you want to call out the other mother file?"

"No." Bruce said.

"Drip - the 'Detective' file has been called up."

Batman's calm voice sounded in the Batcave.

"Batman is a master strategist and a formidable fighter."

During the recording, he paused and lowered his voice.

"But he's only human after all."

Cynthia's hands clenched.

"The best way to disrupt his strategic ability is to distract him. His parents are the perfect blind spot, and his endless desire to protect innocent people. And...

"Cynthia, the goddess of moonlight, can also be used in certain circumstances.

"It's good to take hostages. Especially his friends, relatives and... close people."

By the end, his voice suddenly became dangerous.

"Before you do that, you'd better think clearly."

The recording is over.

"As you wish," Bruce said without turning his head.

Cynthia froze for a moment, and broke free from her thoughts, only to realize that her heartbeat accelerated a lot.

Just because of this short recording.

She was silent for a while, let out a long breath, and forced the corners of her mouth to twitch: "You really treat everyone equally."

"In this superhero pinning plan, any sentimentality and reservations would have been a huge disaster," Bruce said. "I didn't have a choice."

After a pause, he turned around and said, "Now you understand everything."

Cynthia looked at him, smiled, and shook her head: "No, not yet."

"The 'White Mulberry' Mother and Son Project... what is it, Bruce?"

Bruce paused, looked up at her, and pursed his lips.

"It doesn't belong to the containment plan, it's just another small branch." He said coldly, "You don't need to know."

Another attitude of refusal.At the expense of hurting the relationship between each other to protect the secret.

Cynthia watched him for a moment.

"You made up your mind not to tell me?" she asked.

Bruce didn't respond positively, but turned around and said simply: "Go up."

Cynthia took a deep breath.

"Puter," she called out, "open the 'White Mulberry Project' file."

Bruce looked at her in astonishment and stood up.

The Batcomputer beeped.

"Action command detected, command restriction: highest authority."

Cynthia took a few steps back, staring defensively at Bruce's suddenly tall slender body, and whispered, "You tied me to your file and you don't want me to know? Don't stop me, Bruce, you understand you can't. "

The voice of the bat computer sounded again, still soft: "Voiceprint recognition: Goddess of Moonlight. Authority: Highest. The command passed. Are you sure to send the command?"

Cynthia was startled, and smiled lowly: "You gave me the highest authority, but you still don't want to tell me yourself. Where is your reason that you are so proud of, little bat?"

Bruce stood still, mouth pursed, avoiding her gaze.

"Confirm." Cynthia said.

"The command was issued successfully, and the 'White Mulberry Project' file is being opened for you—"

"'Project White Mulberry' is a mother-son project for Laena and Batman."

Still the voice of Batman.

"In the 'Babel Project', the code names corresponding to the two of them are 'Artemis' and 'Detective'. Among them, 'Artemis' is the parent file, and 'Detective' is the child file.

"When the final result of the mother file—that is, death, regardless of whether the Moon Goddess betrayed or not—is triggered..."

He was silent for a moment.

"If Batman remains intact, the end result of the sub-file will also be triggered.

"Of course, it's not immediate. Batman has an obligation to fulfill all his responsibilities before heading home.

"As the only two bat computers that currently have the highest authority, if the 'White Mulberry Project' is triggered, the authority restrictions of the 'Babel Project' and this plan will be moved to the next level. That is to say, Those who can lead this plan will become Superman, Wonder Woman, Captain America, and..."

He said reluctantly, "...Iron Man."

"If all the heroes of this level defect, the authority restrictions of the two plans will be moved back again. And so on, until it is announced to all ordinary people.

"Principal, whoever you are, if you are listening, if the 'White Mulberry Project' has really started... Please arrange for Batman the tasks you need him to complete as soon as possible, and don't let him have nothing to do.

"……thanks."

Peace returned to the Batcave.

Only Cynthia's breathing was slightly rapid, but she still felt that she couldn't breathe.

Bruce looked at her with complicated eyes, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "That's why I don't want to show you."

Cynthia's breath was not completely stable, she looked into his eyes, and couldn't help saying: "Bruce, you can't—"

"I can't take the pain of watching you die anymore, Cynthia," Bruce interrupted. "Not even once."

Cynthia looked at him blankly.

Bruce's eyes glowed slightly under the dim light, like a gemstone in the deep sea, beautiful, but imprisoned under endless pressure.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm not a good mate, and I really can't belong to anyone. I can't choose firmly between Gotham and you, or between humans, the earth, the world, and you." You. Even, I cannot give you complete trust.

"But I want to tell you that you will always be more important than Bruce Wayne's life. After Batman's mission is completed, so will his."

"This plan is the only promise I can make to you as Batman."

Since I cannot love you presumptuously while I am alive, at least I can guarantee my absolute loyalty and love to you after death.

Cynthia grieved, unable to speak for a long time.After a long time, she spoke with difficulty and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"'White Mulberry Project', the 'White Mulberry Tree' you are referring to, isn't it..."

Her voice became hoarse and she could not continue.

Bruce stood up, hugging her weakly, rubbing her shoulders and neck soothingly.

"Pyramus and Thisbe." His voice was as magnetic as red wine, resounding in Cynthia's ear, "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to know."

"Do you dare not let me know?" Cynthia looked up and glared at him, her forehead brushed against his chin, bringing a little itchiness, "I don't believe you are as stupid as Pyramus, seeing a bloody A handkerchief is enough to tell me I'm dead."

Bruce gave a low laugh.

"Indeed." He said, "I will search for all the clues at the scene until I find your body, deduce the cause of your death, and then arrest the lion and put it in jail, and then I can die in peace."

He said it with certainty, because he had actually experienced it once.

After a long silence, Cynthia whispered, "I don't want this promise from you, Bruce."

"I know," Bruce replied, "but that's the only thing I can give you."

"No." Cynthia shook her head, "Bruce, you have to understand, I don't mind wearing that necklace again."

Bruce paused, slightly distanced himself from her, and looked at her in a daze.

"I've lived too long in the spotlight and under the cameras of journalists, and I don't really care much about being noticed anytime, anywhere," Cynthia said. "I just want you to grant me one request."

"What request?" Bruce asked softly.

Cynthia smiled, lowered her eyes and read slowly: "...'Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You are safe and sound, no one can hurt you again, and your long-standing fear is gone you.'

"'Tell me you'll share the same heart, the same life with me. Let me take you out of that deep loneliness. Tell me you need me by your side wherever you go Peer.'"

"'That's all I ask of you.'"

love, that 'salliask of you

—Love me, this is my only request to you.

Cynthia didn't sing, but Bruce still understood what she was saying, and laughed.

"Do you think I'm a Viscount?" he asked with interest. "I think I'm more like a Phantom. A genius, a monster, a lunatic who lives underground."

Cynthia laughed too.

"You know you're both, bastard," she said, looking up into his dark blue eyes.

A sly smile flashed in those eyes.

"With you, I am both."

As he spoke, Bruce sealed all the unfinished words between the two with a soft kiss.