Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The morning news host on the TV is all smiles telling everyone how much Gotham has changed, but the women in the room don't seem to care.

The beer bottles scattered on the ground and the household garbage everywhere told of the erosion of her life, and the unpleasant smell spread all over the house, especially when she also lit a lady's cigarette.

She tried taking a puff and found that she still couldn't learn to smoke. Then he threw it under his feet and smashed it. Because she didn't wear shoes, the scalding temperature made her feel unspeakable pain, but it couldn't compare to the slightest in her heart.

There is a photo on the cabinet of a woman in a clown costume and a green-haired clown smiling brightly for the camera, with piles of corpses at their feet.

Seeing that she had finally had enough of this atmosphere, she stood up, picked up the giant mallet she had placed beside the bed, and slammed it hard on the TV. The old TV flashed a burst of sparks, and then came to the end of its life due to a sudden situation.

The woman put down the hammer panting. When she saw the photo, she took it and threw it under her feet. Hammer with a wooden hammer constantly hit the ground: "Bastard! He died so early! How can you die so early! I have just made up to kill you!

She let out a burst of screaming and roaring, and the people downstairs seemed to finally be unbearable, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Are you crazy! Bitchi! It's two o'clock in the evening! My child is due tomorrow morning. Going to school! If you quarrel again, I'll take a gun and kill you!"

The woman was not afraid, and she also shouted back: "Come on!"

The shouting man was incensed, and his heavy footsteps came up the stairs. The woman opened the door, carrying a hammer. A man in a singlet with a pistol in his hand was seen standing in the stairwell. Originally full of anger, he suddenly changed his face after seeing the woman. Not only did he put the gun behind him, but his tone became humble.

"I... I didn't know it was you, Mrs. Halle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You go on!"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but was grabbed by an expressionless woman who asked, "What did you just say?"

"Uh... you continue?" The man asked cautiously, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"No, what did you say when you shouted downstairs?"

"...My child is going to school tomorrow?" He said uncertainly, and then his face became horrified: "No no no, don't have the same knowledge as me! If you want to kill, kill me, she is innocent!"

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not come, and even the hand that was held was released. Harry frowned. "What are you talking about? I haven't killed anyone in almost a year.

Don't you know? "

"Uh...but you're still with the clown..."

These two words seemed to touch the woman's inverse scale, and she let out a roar: "Shut up! Don't mention that damn bastard!"

After she calmed down, she said, "I haven't messed with him for a long time, idiot. Why is your news so ill-informed?"

"I just came out of prison...just in time for Bruce Wayne's dick to go crazy and build public schools, so I was thinking about keeping my things in order...at least so my little Julie could finish high school." The man Rubbing his hands, he was only wearing a singlet, and he couldn't resist the temperature of Gotham night.

"what?"

"You don't even know this?" The man glanced at her with an indescribable expression on his face. Who is the uninformed?

"Come in." Harry pulled him in. The man was worried at first, and then thought that this crazy woman wanted to kill her long ago. He also calmed down, but the bad environment in the room made him feel sick.

The unfinished takeaways are worms and don't throw away. There are many suspicious liquids in those beer bottles. Judging from the pungent taste, it is definitely not the original thing. Dirty clothes and underwear were strewn all over the floor, there were even six bullet holes in the mattress thrown at random in the living room, and even more exaggerated, there was half a sticky pizza on the ceiling...

"Uh..." He hesitated.

Harry ignored his feelings and dragged him to her filthy sofa, and she said, "Now, tell me what Bruce Wayne has done."

The man felt a sticky feeling under his butt, and he didn't dare to think that he was sitting on something. Just honestly start answering questions.

As he narrated, Harry's eyes widened and even stood up: "What did you say?!"

"He? He built schools and orphanages? He also provided jobs to all of Gotham? He also legislated against traffickers? GCPD arrested a lot of people? Hell! Why didn't he do these things sooner!"

She stood there and scolded for more than five minutes, and the man wanted to travel back to the one who made a loud beating ten minutes ago. Why do you have to provoke this madman?

Just when he regretted it, Harry suddenly calmed down: "No, I have to find him."

Hearing this, the man also stood up. He took out his gun and pointed it at Harry: "Hey! I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said! What are you trying to do with him?! I warn you, you crazy bitch, if you dare to be right What did he do to make my little Julie kill you before she goes to school!"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm looking for a job. I'm an expert in psychology." Harry replied strangely, not caring about the pistol in his hand.

"What... what?" The man almost thought he heard it wrong.

"Job job, you idiot. Could it be that I'm going to kill him? I'm not really a psychopath!" Harry rolled her eyes, and she began to mumble.

"It's all my fault for that green-haired idiot... Damn, my mother spent her youth and lost her job to follow him, but he has no interest in me at all! Chasing that bastard bat all day long... I'm fucking physically demanding. Buy toys to solve!"

In this sentence, men selectively consider themselves deaf. He put down the gun and asked cautiously, "Then can I go back, Miss Halle?"

"Get out of here! By the way, if I find you hanging out with those bastards on the street again, wait for me to report you to the GCPD. They should still have a bonus for whistleblowers now..." Harley After thinking about it, he waved his hand and let him leave quickly.

The way the man left looked like he hated himself for not having four legs.

Harry sat in her room, sighed, and went to the bathroom. Looking at the woman reflected in the dirty mirror, with messy blond hair, coupled with the spent makeup, she really looked like a lunatic.

She took out a stack of banknotes in the mezzanine above the mirror, thought about it, and decided to buy a suit tomorrow, and then go to Wayne Enterprises for an interview.