Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The morning news host on the TV was telling everyone with a smile on his face how much Gotham has changed, but the woman in the room didn't seem to care about these issues at all.

The beer bottles scattered on the floor and household garbage everywhere told the story of the corruption of her life. The unpleasant smell spread throughout the room, especially since she lit a women's cigarette.

She tried to take a puff, but found that she still couldn't learn how to smoke. Then she threw it under her feet and crushed it. Since she didn't wear shoes, the hot temperature made her feel unspeakable pain, but it was not as painful as the pain in her heart.

Every bit.

There is a photo on the cabinet. In it, a woman wearing a clown costume and a green-haired clown smile brightly at the camera. At their feet, there are piles of corpses.

As if she had finally had enough of this atmosphere, she stood up, picked up the huge mallet she placed next to the bed, and knocked it hard on the TV. The old TV flashed with sparks, and then suddenly died.

The situation ushered in the end of life.

The woman put down the hammer out of breath. When she saw the photo, she took it and threw it at her feet. She kept hammering the ground with the wooden hammer: "Asshole! You died so early! How could you die so early?"

!I just made up my mind to kill you! Ahhhhhhh——"

She let out a burst of screams and roars, and the person downstairs finally seemed to be unable to bear it. He shouted at the top of his lungs downstairs: "Are you crazy! Bichi! It's two o'clock in the evening! My child will be born tomorrow morning."

You're at school! If you make any noise again, I'll come up with a gun and kill you!"

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

The man who shouted was irritated, and his heavy footsteps could be heard on the stairs. The woman opened the door, holding a hammer. She saw a man wearing an undershirt and holding a pistol standing in the stairwell. He was originally full of anger when he saw

The woman's face suddenly changed. Not only did she put the gun behind her, but her tone became humble.

"I...I didn't know it was you, Sister Hallie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just keep going!"

After saying that, he wanted to leave, but was stopped by the expressionless woman, who asked: "What did you just say?"

"Uh... do you want to continue?" Cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and he asked cautiously.

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

"...My child will go to school tomorrow?" he said uncertainly, and then his face turned frightened: "No, no, no, don't be the same as me! If you want to kill, just kill me, she is innocent!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not come, and even the hand he was holding loosened. Harley frowned: "What are you talking about? I haven't killed anyone in almost a year."

You are a human being, don’t you know?”

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

These two words seemed to touch the woman's back scales, and she roared: "Shut up! Don't mention that damn bastard!"

After she calmed down, she said: "I stopped messing with him a long time ago, idiot. Why are you so ill-informed?"

"I just came out of prison...it happened to be that playboy Bruce Wayne went insane and built public schools, so I just wanted to keep my peace...at least so that my little Julie could finish high school." Man.

Rubbing his hands, he was wearing only an undershirt and could no longer withstand the temperature of Gotham's night.

"What?"

"You don't even know this?" The man glanced at her with an unspeakable expression on his face. Who is the one who is not well informed?

"Come in." Harley pulled him in. The man was worried at first, then thought that this crazy woman had already killed him if she wanted to. He calmed down, but the bad environment in the room made him unbearable. Feeling sick.

The uneaten takeaways were even infested with worms and were not thrown away. Some of those beer bottles contained suspicious liquids. Judging from the pungent smell, they were definitely not original. Dirty clothes and underwear were scattered everywhere on the ground. pants, there were even six bullet holes in the mattress randomly thrown in the living room, and even more exaggeratedly, there was half a pizza stuck to the ceiling...

"Uh..." He hesitated.

Harley ignored his feelings and pulled him to her dirty sofa. She said, "Now, tell me what Bruce Wayne did."

The man felt a sticky feeling coming from under his buttocks. He didn't dare to think about what he was sitting on. He just started to answer the questions honestly.

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

"He? He built schools and orphanages? He also provided jobs to the whole Gotham? He also legislated against drug trafficking? The GCPD arrested a large number of people? Damn it! Why didn't he do these things earlier!"

She stood there and scolded her for more than five minutes. The man wished he could go back in time and beat himself up ten minutes ago for speaking out. Why do you have to provoke this lunatic?

Just when he was regretting it, Harley suddenly calmed down: "No, I have to go find him."

Hearing this, the man stood up for a moment. He took out his gun and pointed it at Harley: "Hey! I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you just said! What do you want to do with him?! I'm warning you. You, you crazy bitch, if you dare to do anything to him so that my little Julie doesn't learn, I will kill you!"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm looking for a job. I'm an expert in psychology." Harley replied with a strange look on her face, not caring at all about the pistol in his hand.

"Wha...what?" The man almost thought he heard wrongly.

"Looking for a job, you idiot. Am I going to kill him? I'm not really a psychopath!" Harley rolled her eyes and began to read.

"It's all my fault for that green-haired idiot... Damn it, I spent my youth and lost my job to follow him, but in the end he has no interest in me at all! I chase that bastard bat around all day long... I even have to fulfill my fucking physical needs Buy toys to solve the problem!”

With this sentence, the man selectively pretended that he was deaf. He put down the gun and asked cautiously: "Can I go back, Sister Harley?"

"Get out of here! By the way, if I find you hanging out with those bastards on the street again, just wait for me to report you to the gcpd. They should still have bonuses for whistleblowers..." Harley After thinking about it, I waved my hand and told him to leave quickly.

When the man left, he looked like he hated himself for not having four legs.

Harley sat in her room. She sighed and went to the bathroom. Looking at the woman reflected in the dirty mirror, her blond hair was messy, and with the spent makeup, she looked really Like a madman.

She took out a stack of banknotes placed 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.