American comic book police officer survival manual

The doctor, dressed in a white coat, had exquisite makeup, with light eye makeup and natural lip color, which added a touch of intellect and elegance to Harlin's image.

But her wavy blonde hair and lively, unrestrained eyes seemed to hint at a rebellious and passionate spirit hidden deep within this woman, a stark contrast to her current calm and serious demeanor...

"Harleen Quezel?"

The officer, who had mentally prepared himself before arriving in Arkham, frowned, feeling that the name sounded somewhat familiar.

Do you recognize me?

In this mental hospital filled with all sorts of lunatics, Harleen Quezel had never seen such a handsome patient before.

Even the officers who came to Arkham before were either dejected or filled with anxiety, and they were no match for the dashing and handsome officer in front of them.

Deep down, Harleen was already starting to tire of this tedious job, and her gaze toward Lucius became subtly intense.

"No, I have heard of a woman named Harley Quinn... Haha, I'm getting off-topic."

The woman before him appeared mature and elegant, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the wild and rebellious young woman Lucius remembered—unless, of course, her voluptuous figure and beautiful blonde hair...

Honestly, judging by appearance alone, Ms. Harleen doesn't look like a psychologist at all...

Following the other person's fair and slender legs, Lucius's gaze slowly moved upwards, his eyes sweeping over her slender waist...

Given his physique and looks... it wouldn't be surprising if Lucius became a movie star.

Unlike a certain young and naive female college student, Harlin was almost flawless in terms of both appearance and figure, a beauty that was one in a million.

Connecting this to the way the other person had looked at him earlier, Lucius took a deep breath.

Today is supposed to be a "lucky day," but surely it can't be that much of a coincidence...

The original owner would encounter romantic opportunities on this day every month, and she couldn't escape it either.

After a moment's thought, Lucius could recall the various tempting passages in someone's diary. He patted his head, banishing the slight fantasies about Dr. Harleen from his mind.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Just as Lucius was about to apologize for his distraction, he noticed that Harleen was staring at him with amusement, her eyes clearly filled with undisguised passion.

"Harley Quinn? That's a nice name."

Facing the slightly blushing and somewhat shy young police officer, Harlin smiled ambiguously and wrote down the patient's basic information in the medical record.

Have you been experiencing any physical discomfort lately? Especially mentally?

Some doctors, in a relaxed manner, casually crossed their right leg over their left, revealing soft, fair skin with ample elasticity, making it hard to imagine what it would feel like.

"No."

Faced with the doctor who seemed to have seen through his thoughts, Lucius, now behaving himself, appeared somewhat embarrassed.

"I was just exposed to some specially made poison gas that may cause hallucinations recently, but I think I should be fine."

"But you seem very nervous right now?"

With a hint of a smile in her voice, Harlin rested her chin on her hand, seemingly thoroughly enjoying her conversation with the patient.

In a place like Arkham, it's not easy to find a normal person to talk to.

Life is just a monotonous routine... Having finally met an interesting guy, Harleen didn't want to end this psychological conversation too soon.

At least when facing this normal police officer, she didn't need to be as tense as when facing those dangerous individuals.

"nervous..."

Of course! Everyone's nervous in Arkham!

None of the wicked people imprisoned here are easy to mess with.

Arkham is known for producing a wealth of talent, and this is no exaggeration.

Seeing that Lucius seemed to have little to say, Harleen twirled her blonde hair with her index finger and asked casually:

"Everyone needs to vent and relieve stress, especially those in professions that frequently expose them to the darker side of human nature... How do you usually express your emotions? Do you talk to your girlfriend?"

"Uncompress?"

The original owner was like a walking hormone, specializing in attracting women and flirting with those around him.

But these things are clearly irrelevant to the current Lucius.

"I was only recently transferred to Gotham; my previous work environment wasn't this stressful..."

"So...you don't have a girlfriend right now?"

Harleen gently interrupted Lucius's speech, raising her delicate eyebrows.

"Huh?"

Is this the main point?

Seeing the strange look on the police officer's face, Harlin smiled and said, "Haha, it was just a little joke to get closer to him, that's not the point."

After briefly glossing over the topic, Harlin took out a questionnaire from the drawer and casually wrote down a few words.

"Take this self-test for psychological health, and be thorough with every question."

"oh."

Having received the questionnaire, Lucius, not wanting to linger, quickly began to write...

It wasn't until he saw the last line at the bottom of the questionnaire, clearly written in neat handwriting added by Harlin, that he realized what had happened.

What is your private contact method?

"..."

Before Lucius could speak, Harlin silently looked up and explained:

"Just to make sure we can contact you, and the same applies to other patients affected by the fear of the poison gas. It's best to have a follow-up check-up within a week to avoid any irreversible consequences."

Dr. Harlin's radiant smile and impeccable demeanor suggested she was indeed a truly caring doctor who genuinely cared for her patients.

But the hidden flirtation and playfulness in her eyes seemed completely out of place for her current role as a doctor...

"OK..."

Perhaps it's just the effect of that damn 'lucky day'?

Regardless, today's situation seems a bit strange, so it's best to stay calm and not overthink things.

Lucius wrote down his phone number very seriously, handed the questionnaire to the other party, and then left without hesitation.

"Mr. Lucius? Interesting..."

Harleen carefully put away the questionnaire, then watched the direction the police officers fled in, laughing heartily.

The approaching figure made even the wide grin on the beautiful woman's face look somewhat horrifying...

It seemed that the souls that had been suppressed for so long in the asylum had found much relief because of this guy's appearance.

......

"nailed it?"

"Um."

As Lucius walked out of Arkham and saw Harvey Block waiting on the street, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

It's that guy again... he's like a persistent ghost.

"Which doctor did you see? Although Arkham is the best mental hospital in all of Gotham, I still feel it's necessary to give you some advice."

Brock patted his police car familiarly and offered his colleague a ride.

"Dr. Harleen."

"Oh? Harleen? Her medical skills are as amazing as her looks... But why did you come out so quickly this time? Aren't you going to chat with the beauty a little longer?"

"Aren't we going to see the injured at the hospital?"

Listening to his colleagues' gossipy questions, Lucius couldn't help but feel a little fortunate.

Fortunately, this guy wasn't present during the psychological test, otherwise he would have been using his playboy persona to send out all sorts of date invitations to that Miss Harlin.

He felt something was off today... he had a constant feeling of being watched, and he figured it was best to avoid trouble if possible...

"Just for that sweetheart in the hospital? This isn't like you at all, you Casanova."

With one hand on the steering wheel, Brock didn't forget to ask his colleague next to him questions.

With a sigh to himself, Lucius had no choice but to straighten his back:

"Of course, only children make choices. Miss Harleen and I had a very pleasant conversation and have already arranged to meet again within a week."

"Hehe, is that so? Then I wish you success in getting it done soon!"

Finally ceasing his questioning, Brock focused on the road ahead, no longer paying attention to Lucius's expression.

"...Thank you for your kind words."

Rolling his eyes, the young police officer leaned back in his seat, still fretting about his next "performance".

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