I want to have a date with Superman

Although she is theoretically restored to her status as a law-abiding citizen, Harley, who cherishes her life, still plans to live in seclusion for a while.

Waiting for those bastard bosses to get used to having their handles in her hands, and waiting for them to believe that she won't go crazy and break her promise to expose their scandals.

Laurie agreed with her plan, giving both parties time to allow a new balance and credibility to slowly build.

Therefore, Harley built a nest in Archimedes' airship and lived a semi-reclusive life.

Well, she just doesn't appear in public. In fact, she goes for a run in the park every day and buys daily necessities and food in the supermarket every now and then.

I also go to a concert from time to time.

It has pistol-level defense, so you can be cautious, but there is no need to be timid.

After three months of peaceful but uncomfortable days like this, Hallie couldn't stand it anymore.

Yes, these days are peaceful, but very uncomfortable.

The abnormality in her body never disappeared, but worsened day by day.

Sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night, she was horrified to see a figure standing next to her. But he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but found nothing.

If only once, she could comfort herself that it was an illusion.

But since that day, she often caught glimpses of people around or behind her when she was absent-minded or inadvertently.

Normal people can't stand it.

Harley persisted for a while. Although her body was not physically harmed, her spirit was getting worse day by day. She felt that she could not continue like this.

First, she asked Rich, Judith and others for help in the "Magic Chat Group".

Judith and Gary had never been in a situation like her.

Richie, on the other hand, often encountered side effects such as head pain, nightmares, and poor mental energy the next day after using black magic. He believed that this was the necessary price for using the power of miracles.

The genius boy Benjamin has the richest theoretical knowledge and the most magic books at home.

After reading some documents, he believed that Harley's magic talent was poor and that she might have suffered a black magic backlash after using magic some time ago.

His advice is to push through it. If you really can't handle it, go to a psychiatrist and get through it with the help of a psychiatrist.

After all, there is nothing wrong with her body, but her poor mental strength is more due to psychological stress.

Harley wanted to find Constantine even more, because Constantine had boasted that he had awakened his magic power.

Well, it's embarrassing. If Constantine doesn't have magic power, this magic chat group doesn't even have a magic apprentice.

"A few days ago, John secretly got high at Gemma's birthday party. He got so high that he danced in front of everyone.

But his father and sister were so angry that they were sent to a drug rehabilitation center that afternoon, and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get out in a few months. "Constantine's old gay friend Chas said.

John Constantine is not alone. He has a father, sister, brother-in-law, and several cousins.

Gemma is his niece.

In desperation, Harley can only accept the advice of the genius child Benjamin.

She endured it for two months and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She started losing her hair anxiously! !

So she found Gotham's best psychiatrist, Dr. Hugo Strange.

The same last name as Doctor Strange next door, even the title.

Doctor Strange

In fact, it was a coincidence that Harley met DC's Doctor Strange.

At that time, she didn't want to see a psychiatrist. She originally went to visit the miserable Harvey Dent.

Well, Harvey Dent is being treated by Dr. Strange.

After visiting several times, Harley found that Dr. Strange's business ability was indeed outstanding, and he was also very strict--she did not reveal to others that she came to visit Harvey.

However, after Strange checked it out, he believed that Harley's mental state was more normal than that of most normal Gothamites.

But he still gave her some psychological counseling and prescribed several bottles of medicine to soothe her spirits.

The next day, Harry was surprised to find that he slept until dawn, and the bruises on his calves and feet seemed to have faded.

So Halliday went to Strange's clinic again.

"I know I'm not mentally ill, but please treat me the same way you treat mental illness." Harley pleaded.

Dr. Strange flinched at that moment, and saw her expression become shocked and frightened - it seemed that she was really mentally ill, but what type of mental illness was this?

I have been practicing medicine for decades and have seen countless madmen, but this kind of madness is simply unimaginable.

Many people subconsciously make one mistake: seeing a psychiatrist will lead to mental illness.

In fact, seeing a psychologist is a very high-end and very enjoyable consumption.

In essence, it is no different from the Great Sword of Pedicure City.

Not every psychiatrist is Professor Yang, especially top doctors.

It can really make you feel comfortable and relaxed through daily chatting, just like doing a mental battle.

Harley thinks Dr. Strange is very talkative.

In this way, Harley changed from Harvey's visitor to his "roommate".

As the best doctor in Gotham, Strange often has patients coming and going even if he is not well-known. The more Harley goes there, the more his identity will inevitably be exposed.

In mid-April, on a bright spring morning, Harley was lying on a leather recliner next to the floor-to-ceiling window, leisurely watching the traffic on the street downstairs, and listening to Dr. Strange's analysis of her condition.

"Bang!" The door to the treatment room was kicked open by a crowd of people, and then came a familiar voice to Harley: "GCPD, Harley Quinn, raise your hands and surrender!"

"Gordon, are you here to arrest me? Is it Loeb's order or the city prosecutor's office?" Harley asked in surprise.

Pointed at two broken pistols, she still lay there calmly.

"Harry, you have the right to remain silent, but you must follow me back to the police station now." Gordon said solemnly, holding the gun.

His partner, Harvey Bullock, was a few steps behind, hiding behind the wall, with half his head and a pistol sticking out from the door.

Yeah, a very layered attack formation.

Dr. Strange stood up and complained softly: "Can't you knock on the door? The treatment room needs to be absolutely quiet. This door uses very expensive soundproofing materials, costing more than a thousand dollars. You guys will kick it in at once." broken."

"Doctor, go ahead. Harley Quinn is an extremely dangerous murderer. You may be injured in a fight later." Gordon shouted.

"She is my patient and is undergoing treatment. You cannot take her away." The doctor frowned.

"Holy shit!" Harvey Bullock shouted, "Gordon, let's go, you can't fight the Witch.

Seeing how shrewd she is, she has prepared a perfect mental illness file for herself. Even if she can really convince the judge to declare her guilty, she can easily escape punishment. "

"I'm really sick." Harley said unhappy.

"She is really sick." The doctor nodded.

"Shit, Gordon, you saw that even Strange was bribed. Or she also has his videotape in her hand. We have no chance. Let's withdraw." Harvey shouted again.

The doctor's face turned green. "I'm honored that you classified me as one of Gotham's top gangsters, but I'm mentally healthy and I really don't have any weird sexual habits!"

"Do you have a warrant for your arrest?" Harley asked.

"There is no arrest warrant, but we can detain you for at least 48 hours." Gordon said.

Harley said thoughtfully: "In other words, arresting me was an impulsive act on your part?"

"It's not impulsive, Harley, I swear to defend the law and justice!"

Gordon's eyes were wide and round, full of perseverance and strength: "Before, the prosecutor's office and the director were on the opposite side of you, but I know you are innocent, and I can fight to the death against the Crusaders for you.

Now, maybe you made a deal with Gotham's bigwigs so that the Director and the DA would keep their noses out of your case.

But I know you are guilty, and I must seek justice for gcpd who died in your hands.

It has nothing to do with favors or camps, I am a police officer, it's that simple. "

"Bah bang bang!" Harley clapped gently and said sincerely: "Gordon, you are a good policeman."

She stood up from the chair, walked over to Gordon, who looked wary, and said with a smile: "Although you don't think that helping me is a favor to me, even though you have accomplished nothing all this time, even though your arrest of me will eventually end. will prove to be meaningless”

Gordon's cheek muscles twitched and he looked a little embarrassed.

"But Harley Quinn, you must pay your debts! I am willing to go with you." She said.

All debts must be paid is just a formality.

With Lowry's help, she has been signing a settlement agreement with the crusaders, the church, and the powerful figures in the video for four months.

It has been quiet for four months, and her identity has been almost semi-public.

Then, the next step must be to completely restore normal life.

Since we have to take this step sooner or later, we might as well take this opportunity to explore the attitudes of the Gotham Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office.

Laurie promised her that he would always keep an eye on her and that if something happened to her, she would not stand idly by.

Harley believes that the FBI director can at least suppress the gcpd.

Gordon didn't know what she was thinking. He was stunned for a moment in disbelief. He opened and closed his mouth for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You will receive a fair trial, I promise!"

Harley shrugged, "I promise, I will get justice this time."

When Harley followed the two police detectives out of the clinic door, Strange came to his senses, waved and shouted: "Harry, this treatment is not finished yet, remember to come on time tomorrow."

"She was taken away by us." Gordon turned around and said.

"I saw that Harley being here will also help Harvey Dent's recovery." Strange said.

"I'm going to put her in jail. She won't be able to come tomorrow." Gordon emphasized.

"I know, I will ask the secretary to leave a period of time for Harry in tomorrow's appointment file." Strange nodded.

Gordon left with a dark face.

When Harley appeared at the old city police station, the noisy sounds and busy crowds in the hall seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and the scene was frozen in time and space for an instant.

They just stood there, watching with incomprehensible expressions as Gordon locked her into the iron cage behind the office area.

There were no cheers, no free-spirited rants about Harley, no praise for Gordon's heroic deeds.

In fact, they looked at Gordon and Harvey with alienation and indifference.

His eyes were colder than when he looked at Harley.

"Why did you bring her to the police station?"

In the eerie silence, the black girl Superintendent Sarah Eisen ran down the stairs, pulled Gordon to her office, and said with an ugly face: "Whose order did you get? Do you have an arrest warrant?

Do you know how much control she has over Gotham's powerful people?

They don't care about her life or death, and are even happy to see her suffer misfortune, but she should not be lost in our hands.

Once we take action against her, those video tapes will be circulated immediately, and those big bosses will die as well.

But before they die, they will make life worse than death for you and me! "