Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Harry walked into Wayne Mansion in a well-fitted suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses she had gotten from somewhere, and her blond hair cut neatly short. The makeup is not as exaggerated as before, but she looks very lean and light makeup.

She walked to the front desk and politely pulled out a gun: "Hello, I'm here for an interview."

The lady sitting inside looked at the dark muzzle and didn't even have the guts to push the button to call the guard: "You...you...you..."

Harry frowned, she pushed her glasses, and continued to maintain her cold and professional tone: "I'm here for an interview."

The lady at the front desk looked like she was about to cry, and at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and took the gun from Harry's hand with lightning speed. Bruce Wayne, who appeared suddenly, said: "I'll handle this, you go and have a cup of coffee to calm yourself down."

The front desk lady, who was really crying, ran away, and Bruce Wayne, with his classic smile, led Harley Quinn into his own private elevator to the top office.

"What's wrong with you?" Batman asked in the elevator.

"Hey? What's that about you? Where's Bruce Wayne?" Harry said with a look of surprise, and she said deliberately stupidly, "Why didn't I see Bruce Wayne? Where did you get him? Now? Batboy! That's my future boss, you better get him back quickly!"

"Enough!" Batman shouted angrily.

He said gloomily, "You'd better tell me what the hell you're trying to do, Harry. Otherwise I wouldn't mind beating you up and throwing you in Arkham..."

"Arkham is gone, Bat. I know about it, you don't have to test me again." Harry's expression softened.

"If I guessed correctly, the people inside are also dead, right?"

"Yes, your old crush is also on the death list. How does it feel?" Batman answered without hesitation.

Harry seemed to be suddenly deflated, and she said angrily: "You are so boring, bat. I already knew your identity, but I never told anyone, and I came to your company to want In the interview, you don't give me any face at all... It's amazing to be rich?"

The corners of Batman's eyes twitched, and he took a deep breath, reminding himself to be patient, after all, Harley was mentally ill. He said, "Look, even if you're actually here for an interview. You can't point a gun at the front desk! She's innocent!"

"I didn't want to shoot."

"What if there is a fire?!"

"There is no bullet in the gun.

"Harry's indifferent attitude made Batman's head hurt even more, and the elevator door opened, and he took Harry to his desk and sat down.

He said, "Okay, I'll treat you like you're here for the interview. Come on, let's talk."

"What?" Harry blinked his eyes, looking innocent.

"...You need to introduce yourself in the interview, don't you know?"

"I don't know, my last job was directly recruited after graduating from college. Otherwise, which normal person do you think would be willing to be a psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum? I'm not mentally ill!"

Batman looked like he was running out of patience, and Harley realized it, and her expression turned serious.

"I know you don't believe me, Batboy. But I do want to start over."

"After I wasted so much time with him, I realized one thing. I was a fool for trying to fully understand him. No one can fully understand his mental state unless you are like him."

"You see, he has a self-justifying outlook on the world and life. He firmly believes that chaos is the master of everything. And he is willing to let everyone know this. What he did has undoubtedly brought a lot of pain to the city. But I'm different, Batboy. Even in my worst days...with him, I didn't kill anyone innocent."

"The people I killed were all gangsters and lunatics. You can't deny that, can you?"

Batman nodded, beckoning her to continue.

"I left him a year ago, and I didn't go out and do it again. You should know about it, Batboy. Everyone deserves a chance to start over, doesn't it? You have to trust me once."

Such sincere words rarely come to her. Harley Quinn is a standard psychopath, one minute she can eat with you, the next she can use that heavy wooden hammer to help you perform a craniotomy. Batman knows this well, and because of that, he has to take her words seriously.

He said slowly, "You're right, Halle. But there's one thing, you've committed a crime and killed someone. The Wayne Group used to not accept employees with criminal records, although I've changed this now. Rules. But...how can I believe that you won't be the same as before, killing people just because of one thing?"

"The people here are unlike anything you've ever met before. They're all good people. No criminal record, hard work. I'll just say it straight, Harry. How do you want me to trust you, a criminal Will the criminal, the Joker's ex-companion, really change his mind?"

His words were almost inhumane: "I can let you finish your speech instead of throwing you in jail on the spot. That's enough to show how much I tolerate you, Harry. I'm sure you understand this, don't It's an inch."

"So, you have to show that you've completely woken up from that morbid obsession with clowns before I can put you in the Wayne Group."

Harry took off her golden glasses and looked at Batman with pitiful eyes: "But, Batboy. I really can't help it, please! Okay! They just want a job. ~鈥?,"The corner of Batman's eyes twitched again, and he finally couldn't help but burst out.

"This isn't some hell of a game! Harry! We're talking about a serious business! If you've been thrown into jail by me before. Your obsession with clowns is what led you to..."

He didn't go on, the woman sitting across from him was crying.

She was clearly smiling, but the tears in those blue eyes never stopped, flowing downstream, wetting her collar. As if she didn't realize it, she smiled and said, "I see, Batboy. I'm not sick anymore, but I understand your doubts."

"It's just my fault, I understand. But I've..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, and finally couldn't help crying.

Bruce Wayne looked at her silently and suddenly realized something. Harley Quinn's crazy Harley Quinn's shell is nothing more than a protective, hedgehog-like armor. Beneath this shell, the smart girl who earned her doctorate in psychology with her own efforts was always covered with a layer of fog.

No one knows her true character, just as no one knows why she is so obsessed with clowns.

He knew her life, her father was an alcoholic, and her mother and her were beaten from time to time. Finally one day, when she came home from school, she saw that her mother had killed her father and she had died on the sofa. Perhaps the similar experience of the death of both parents made him more tolerant of Harry, but in fact, deep down, he knew that was not the case.

What really made him tolerate Harley to this day is that he knew that Harley once donated all the money she and the clown got from robbing the bank to the foundation anonymously. Distribute food. But...

However, if a person is wrapped in a shell, even the soft body inside the shell gradually becomes the shape of that shell. How could he believe that Harley would really be reformed?