Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia turned her head abruptly and opened her eyes wide.

"There''s a time that I remember when Inever felt solost

WhenIfeltthatallthehatredwastoopowerfultostop

Nowmyheartfeellikeanember (nowmyheartfeellikeanember)

Andit''slightingupthedark (light up the dark corners of my bottom)

I''llcarrythesetorchesforya (I'll carry the lights for you)

ThatyouknowI''ll never drop (and you know I'll never drop)"

The gate and the stage are connected by a red carpet, and Bruce Wayne is wearing a crisp suit, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and walking towards her slowly.

Cynthia watched him walk onto the stage, handed her the flowers, and smiled at her.

In her disbelieving eyes, Bruce dropped to one knee.

A small gray box of velvet appeared firmly in front of her eyes, with a line of small words printed on it: "A promise from B·W."

— A promise from Bruce Wayne.

Amid the deafening cheers and screams, the salute was fired with a "bang", and colorful confetti was flying all over the sky.Cynthia didn't know how much the top of her head was stained, but she saw a piece of gold swirling and falling on Bruce's shoulder.

Those familiar blue eyes stared at her steadfastly. Under the stage lights, Bruce looked so handsome, even the curvature of the corners of his eyes made one's heart palpitate.

"...Toasttotheonesheretoday

Toasttotheohatwelostontheway

Causethedrinksbringbackallthememories

Andthememoriesbringback (Andthememoriesbringback)

Memories bring back you"

The children were still singing the end tune of the song, while Bruce looked up at her, seemingly calm, but in fact, even the fingertips holding the ring box were slightly white.

He looked at her shocked blank expression, cleared his throat with a smile, and asked in a low voice, "Marryme?"

Everyone in the audience screamed, and these voices finally converged into one sentence——

"Promise him!"

"Promise him, Cynthia! Promise him!"

But Cynthia's head was blank. Watching Bruce open the box, the simple and elegant ring with the "W" family emblem engraved inside, but she couldn't help but stare at him. over his shoulder.

On his left shoulder, the golden confetti was still glued to it, and little Bruce happily hugged it, hugged and rubbed it like it was his baby.

Some people say that the first piece of colored paper that falls on your shoulder represents good luck and is something to hold tightly and store away.

Cynthia was in a daze for a moment, and was about to get the colored paper.

As a result, people around saw that while Bruce Wayne kept kneeling on one knee and holding the ring, Cynthia stretched out her hand, crossed the ring box, passed Bruce's sight, and finally came to his shoulder. He picked up a piece of golden confetti.

Bruce stared at her hand holding the colored paper, was silent for a moment, and asked, "...what are you doing?"

Cynthia's erratic voice spread throughout the scene through the speakers: "This is your lucky confetti..."

Bruce: "..."

Bruce sighed and stood up from the ground. Before Cynthia could react, he took out the ring, took her left hand, and put it on her middle finger gently.

Then, amidst the screams of the audience, he held her hand holding the colored paper with one hand, gently pressed her head with the other, and gave her a deep kiss.

The light of the camera freezes this moment, and it will be the most representative and cross-age photo in the following years.

It's a promise Bruce Wayne and his wife, Luna and her husband, make to each other at this moment.

Everyone stood up and applauded, and the ceremony was full of excitement.

Bruce finally let her go, touched his nose under her shocked stare: "You agree?"

"You..." Cynthia looked at him angrily and amusedly, "Have you skipped too many steps?"

The audience all laughed.

"Really?" Bruce tilted his head innocently, "I still think it's too slow."

After a pause, he looked around the audience and said, "If you think it's too fast, then I have to think about whether I should show you another surprise."

Cynthia: "?"

Cynthia said alertly: "...What surprise?"

"—Cynthia!"

A somewhat immature voice came from behind the stage.

Cynthia turned her head in surprise, and saw Dick Grayson running towards her excitedly, wearing the white clothes he had just sang during the chorus, holding a roll of something.

"Di...Richard?!" Cynthia opened her eyes wide, "Why are you here?"

The audience in the audience were a little dazed when they suddenly saw a child they didn't know, and started talking about it.

On the stage, Dick was high-spirited and didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He rushed to Cynthia and asked loudly, "Cynthia! Did you promise him? Did you promise him?"

Cynthia was at a loss: "What...why do you care about this issue so much?"

"Because," Dick spread out the rolled paper in his hand, and gave her a big smile, "if you promise him, we can be a family!"

On the piece of paper he was holding, there were a few large lines written——

"Adoption certificate

Adopter: Bruce Thomas Wayne

Adoptee: Richard Grayson

After review, the adoption relationship conforms to the provisions of Article XX of the "Gotham City Adoption Law", and the adoption system has been established since the date of notarization. "

The audience screamed, and the flash started to shift towards Dick.

Cynthia was stunned.

She didn't even know the expression on her face, she just raised her head in a daze, looked into Bruce's blue eyes, and murmured, "This...you did it?"

Bruce nodded with a smile.

"But..." Cynthia opened her eyes wide, "but why did you do this?"

It is clear that she is the one who wants to adopt Dick, and it is clear that Bruce still rejects and is wary of close family relationships.

Bruce looked at her, eyes full of tenderness, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off.

"You said he looked like me." He winked at her. "And, if you say yes, we're a family. 'Waynes'—doesn't that sound like a 'no need to go around'?" A busy, warm, united family'?"

A re-established family, a family trying to forget their own haze, a family belonging to three former orphans who now support and warm each other.

The families of Bruce Wayne, Cynthia, and Dick Grayson.

Oh, maybe, add a very comforting Alfred Pennyworth.

"So..." Bruce asked her, raising his eyebrows, "Did you promise me?"

What answered him was a hug from Cynthia.

Cynthia has almost never lost her composure on stage, so the audience in the audience was surprised for a moment, and then booed one after another.

And Bruce heard her whisper in his ear, "I'm so proud of you."

He was silent for a moment, his expression fluctuating for a moment.When Cynthia let go of his arm and he returned to the spotlight, others saw the smiling Bruce Wayne again.

"Now you sound like a great mom," he teased.

Cynthia hit him.

Everyone laughed.

The awards ceremony, which was destined to be recorded in history, finally came to a successful conclusion after a delay of two hours.

Everyone was satisfied when they left, especially those entertainment journalists who were doing something wrong, holding their cameras, as if they were embracing the dream of promotion and salary increase.

Except Tony Stark.

When Cynthia, with Dick in one arm and a bouquet in the other, walked out backstage alongside Bruce, Tony was blocking the door with his arms folded.

"...Tony?" Cynthia froze for a moment, "Oh, sorry, I forgot you were here today. Let me see you off."

In fact, her mind is still blank until now, and she does things entirely by intuition and habit.

"No, no, that's not the point. I have legs, and I can walk without you. The point is—"

Tony took a deep breath, widened his eyes and asked, "...What are you doing? You just promised him?"

Cynthia: "... what?"

Bruce visibly scowled.

"What else?" he asked. "Promise you, Stark?"

"Get out of the way, Wayne." Tony didn't seem to want to talk to him at all. "And this brat. Go, go and play, it has nothing to do with you."

With that said, he took Cynthia aside.

Cynthia was half-forcibly taken away by him, and said blankly: "What do you mean it has nothing to do with them..."

"Because it's only about you," Tony said. "Honestly, Cynthia, I have nothing against having affairs with several people at once. I mean, we're worth it, aren't we? But..."

He took a deep breath.

"Marriage isn't like that, girl. Now that you've agreed to him, aren't you afraid that weirdo will go crazy? I mean, he doesn't look like the type to quit. If I had known..."

"...wait a minute, Tony."

Cynthia finally realized what he was talking about, and explained dumbfoundingly: "It's not what you think."

"What was that?" Tony crossed his arms, "I remember you didn't deny your relationship with 'YouKnowWho', and just accepted the engagement ring from Wayne, so... what was that?"

"I think..." Cynthia tried to organize the words, but finally gave up, "Why don't you let Bruce talk to you."

"What?" Tony's eyes widened, "He knows too? God, I've heard rumors that he's the old bat patron. The three of you won't..."

"What's on your mind, Stark?" Bruce suddenly appeared behind the two at some point, and his deep voice startled Tony.

Cynthia glanced at him: "Do you want to tell him? Do you or I?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow slowly.

A minute later, a shocked voice resounded through the background.

"What—?! Who do you say is a bat—— ummmmmmmmm???!!"