American comic book police officer survival manual

"..."

Seeing Harleen's current appearance, Pamela finds it hard to believe that she looks just like she used to...

"The only lesson I've learned from time is to be bold and do things boldly. The more important someone is, the more you should fight for them at all costs."

Standing in the garden, Harlin tossed her hair, looking quite unruly.

She was no longer the pedantic person she once was. Even if she was arrogant and domineering, it was still better than being a spineless yes-man with no opinions of her own.

"Even if the person you care about is a murderer, you wouldn't care?"

Staring at Harlin's defiant expression, Pamela, at this moment, longed to hear a response from someone else.

"Ha, I don't care about the patients in the mental hospital, I only care about my own feelings."

Harlin doesn't care about the street stall; she only cares about her own feelings and doesn't care what others think.

Having long since said goodbye to her younger self, Harleen decided to live only for herself.

"So... it's okay to be a 'villain'?"

Although she wanted to carefully consider her words, Pamela ultimately asked directly what she thought.

Pamela sensed a lot of paranoia in the doctor's tone; it was the first time she had ever seen Harlin like this.

Completely different from the elegant and intellectual doctor, Harleen now appears wild and unrestrained, exuding a unique charm...

"certainly!"

Nodding naturally, Harleen didn't see anything wrong with it.

From an unknown intern to Arkham's most famous doctor, Harleen learned a great deal in that insane mental hospital.

If you are worse than the bullies, they will be terrified and dare not offend you again.

"So...you'd better deal with Lucius quickly, or I'll definitely make my move."

With her signature smile, Harleen waved to Pamela and strode out of the garden...

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Sitting blankly on the hospital bed, Lucius stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself:

"What should I do on my vacation?"

Since arriving in Gotham, he has been busy with his identity and police affairs, but now that he can finally take a break, perhaps it's time to develop his own finances.

"It's a pity we can't go to the pharmacy. If we could get more 'special' medicinal herbs, maybe our injuries would heal faster."

Still preoccupied with his grand plan to make a fortune, Lucius touched his shirt, only to find that the pills he had kept in his pocket for backup seemed to have been lost long ago.

"Maybe it fell at the scene of the bombing... Hmm? Is it back?"

The door opened, and Lucius cautiously spoke as he saw Pamela, her face calm, return to the bedside:

"Where's Harlin?"

"Dr. Harlin has returned to Arkham and said she'll come back after you've recovered."

Still pondering the doctor's advice, Pamela's eyes were vacant; she didn't know how to face herself or how to properly handle this relationship.

"Don't be angry, there's nothing between Harleen and me..."

Thinking about his complicated past and looking at the girl who seemed somewhat dejected now, Lucius felt particularly guilty.

"I'm fine. Miss Harleen is a very charming person."

Pamela learns a lot every time she talks to that doctor.

However, Miss Harleen seems too extreme, which is inconsistent with Pamela's relatively calm and reserved personality.

Perhaps Arkham made her this way.

"Yeah?"

This conversation seemed different from the last one; Pamela appeared very calm, no longer showing the anxiety she felt after the last conversation.

Realizing this, Lucius's anxiety gradually subsided.

He was afraid that Harlin would say something strange again, causing Pamela to develop in some unfavorable direction.

Being able to live bravely for oneself is perhaps one answer to life.

By Lucius's side, Pamela temporarily forgot the fact that she had become a monster and felt a rare sense of peace.

only...

How about starting with small ways to express your feelings?

Looking into Lucius's bright eyes, Pamela, her heart pounding, turned her attention to the bedside table.

There, a pot of lavender, freshening the air, stretched out its purple blossoms.

She could sense the plant's call and also feel the energy of the massive consciousness within her body.

It seems that if she wanted to... this ordinary lavender could emit a calming and even dormant fragrance.

If that's the case... she should be able to do anything to Lucius while he's resting...

A blush crept onto Pamela's face as her thoughts were interrupted by the police officer on the bed.

"By the way, Pamela, could you help me find some medicinal herbs?"

Remembering that this female college student was a top student in botany, Lucius's previously calm thoughts suddenly became active.

"Medicinal herbs?"

The strange thought in her mind was temporarily suppressed. The female college student raised her head and scratched her hair awkwardly.

"Yes, do you remember the ointment I gave you?"

"what!"

Those medications that can even help you when you're on the verge of a mental breakdown!

Understanding Lucius's meaning instantly, Pamela quickly stood up: "What medications are needed?"

"Um... I'm not entirely sure if you can distinguish them from regular medications. But I think it shouldn't be a problem?"

Even his botanical skills came from the girl in front of him, and Lucius felt that she should be able to buy the right materials for him.

"You see, I need about six kinds of medicinal herbs... They are fundamentally different from ordinary materials..."

After talking to Pamela for a long time, seeing the confusion on the girl's face, Lucius could only awkwardly twitch his lips.

"Okay, if you really can't tell the difference, maybe we can connect via video. You can go directly to the store at number 12 Chinatown; they should have what I need there."

"I understand, number 12 Chinatown."

Feeling the warmth of the other person's hand, and recalling Harlin's advice, Pamela nodded, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the lavender on the bedside table...

"Lucius...the doctor said you should rest more now..."

Pamela's fair neck twitched slightly, and she swallowed hard before hurriedly covering the police officer with a blanket.

"Huh? But I just woke up..."

As Pamela's face drew closer, Lucius suddenly caught a peculiar scent.

The scent was different from Pamela's usual fragrance; it smelled like... lavender?

The plant by the bedside swayed slightly, gradually making Lucius's eyelids feel as heavy as mountains.

Within ten seconds, the patient's breathing became perfectly even, and everything was as easy and simple as Pamela had expected.

"You...did that?"

Looking at her hands in disbelief, Pamela's heart pounded like a drum as she used this ability for the first time.

But when she looked at Lucius, who was already fast asleep, the tension and worry slowly dissipated, and what welled up in her eyes was an uncontrollable love...

"I'm sorry... Lucius."

A blush rose on her fair face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her skin greedily against her lover's.

This passionate embrace almost attempted to completely merge their bodies into each other. Unable to control the toxins in her bodily fluids... Pamela could only alleviate her pent-up desires in this way.

Only in this way could Pamela temporarily forget her troubles and stop thinking about the future where she might lose everything...

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