Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Harley walked into Wayne Tower wearing a well-fitting suit. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that she got from nowhere, and her blond hair was cut into a neat short hair. Her makeup was not as exaggerated as before, but she looked very...

Delicate light makeup.

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

The lady sitting inside looked at the black muzzle of the gun and didn't even have the courage to press the button to call the guard: "You...you...you..."

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

The lady at the front desk looked like she was about to cry. At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and took away the gun in Harley's hand at lightning speed. Bruce Wayne suddenly appeared and said: "

I'll handle this matter, you go have a cup of coffee to calm down."

The front desk lady who really burst into tears ran away quickly, and Bruce Wayne, with his classic smile, took Harley Quinn into his private elevator that went straight to the top floor office.

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

"Hey? Why is it you? Where is Bruce Wayne?" Harley looked surprised and said deliberately stupidly: "Why didn't I see Bruce Wayne? Where did you do him?

Yeah? Batboy! That’s my future boss, you’d better get him back quickly!”

"Enough!" Batman shouted angrily.

He said gloomily: "You'd better tell me what you want to do, Harley. Otherwise I won't mind beating you up and throwing you into Arkham..."

"Arkham is gone, Bat. I know this, you don't have to test me anymore." Harley's expression calmed down.

"If I guess correctly, everyone inside is also dead, right?"

"Yes, your old sweetheart is also on the death list. How does it feel?" Batman replied without giving up.

Harley seemed to be discouraged suddenly, and she said angrily: "You are so boring, Bat. I have known your identity for a long time, but I never told anyone, and then I came to your company to ask for help."

During the interview, you didn't give me any face at all... Isn't it great to be rich?"

The corner of Batman's eye twitched. He took a deep breath and reminded himself to be patient. After all, Harley is a psychopath. He said: "Listen, even if you are really here for an interview, you can't hold a gun against her.

Quasi front desk! She is innocent!"

"I didn't mean to shoot."

“What if there’s a fire?!”

"The gun is out of bullets." Harley's indifferent attitude made Batman's head hurt even more. The elevator door opened, and he led Harley to his desk and sat down.

He said: "Okay, I'll just assume you're here for an interview. Come on, let's talk."

"What did you say?" Harley blinked her eyes, looking innocent.

"...you have to introduce yourself during the interview, didn't you know?"

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

Batman looked like he was about to reach the limit of his patience, and Harley also realized this, and her expression became serious.

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

"After I wasted so much time on him, I realized something. 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 world view and outlook on life. He firmly believes that chaos is the master of everything. And he is willing to let everyone understand this. His actions have undoubtedly brought a lot of pain to this city.

.But I'm different, Batboy. Even during my most depraved times...when I was with him, I never killed any innocent people."

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

Batman nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"I left him a year ago, and I haven't gone back to my old career during this time. You should know this, Batboy. Everyone deserves a chance to start over, right?

You have to trust me once."

Such sincere words rarely come from her. Harley Quinn is a standard psychopath. She can eat with you one second, and pick up the heavy wooden hammer to help you make a blowjob the next second.

Craniotomy. Batman knew this very well, and because of this, he had to take her words seriously.

He said slowly: "You are right, Harley. But there is one thing. You have committed a crime and killed someone. Wayne Group originally did not accept employees with criminal records, although I have changed this now.

Regulations. But...how can I trust that you won’t go on a rampage and kill someone just because of something like before?”

"The people here are different from those you have met before. They are all good people. They have no criminal records and work conscientiously. Let me tell you the truth, Harley. How do you want me to believe you, a person with a lot of criminal records?"

Will the criminal, the Joker's former partner, really change his mind?"

His words were almost inhumane: "The fact that I can let you finish your speech instead of throwing you into jail on the spot is enough to show my tolerance for you, Harley. I believe you also understand this, don't

Push your limits."

"So, you must first prove that you have completely woken up from that morbid obsession with the clown before I can let you work at Wayne Group."

Harley took off her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Batman with pitiful eyes: "But, Batboy, I really can't help it, please! Okay! I just want a job.

~"

The corners of Batman's eyes twitched again, and he finally couldn't help but burst out.

"This is not some heck of a play house! Harley! We are talking about a very serious matter! If you had been thrown into prison by me before. Your fascination with the clown is what led you..."

He didn't continue speaking. The woman sitting opposite him was crying.

She was obviously smiling, but the tears in her blue eyes never stopped, flowing down the river and wetting her collar. But she seemed not to realize this, and said with a smile: "I know

Yes, Bat Boy. I am indeed cured, but I understand your suspicions."

"It's just that I brought it upon myself, I understand. But I have..."

She couldn't finish her words and finally couldn't help crying.

Bruce Wayne looked at her silently and suddenly realized something. Harley Quinn's crazy Harley Quinn shell was just a protective, hedgehog-like armor. Underneath this shell

Yes, that smart girl who worked hard to get into college and win a doctorate in psychology has always been shrouded in a layer of mystery.

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

He knew her life. Her father was an alcoholic, and her mother and she were often beaten. Finally one day, she came home from school and saw that her mother had killed her father and she also died on the sofa. Perhaps the similar experience of both parents' death made him

He became more tolerant of Harley, but in fact, deep down, he knew that was not the case.

The real reason why he can tolerate Harley until now is that he knows that Harley once anonymously donated all the money she and the Joker got from robbing banks to the foundation. It was Harley who once took to the streets to give money to the poor on a certain Halloween.

Distribute food. But...

However, if a person is wrapped in a shell, and even the soft body inside the shell gradually changes into the shape of the shell. How can he believe that Harley will really change her ways?