I want to have a date with Superman

Harley came to today's charity banquet mainly for Xanadu and her friends who might show up.

Bruce came here for the Wayne board of directors.

He was not stupid. When he learned that the Court of Owls was composed of Gotham's elite, especially his great-grandfather Thomas Wayne, who might also be the founder of the court, he naturally thought that his Wayne Group probably hid a nest of owls.

Therefore, he planned to take the opportunity to explore the bottom and observe their reactions when facing him.

When necessary, he will also use language skills to deceive them.

It's a good idea, but he got one thing wrong: Wayne Group has too many charitable foundations - charity can avoid taxes and promote the company's image.

Therefore, the directors did not care about this "small" banquet worth tens of millions of dollars.

The directors did not come, and only a middle-aged black girl named Marissa was appointed as the supervisor.

Bruce was helpless, unable to eat a big meal, so he could only make do with side dishes.

"Ms. Marissa, I'll tell you the truth. I want to talk to the directors about two things. First, why the Arkham project was divided into three and why it was necessary to cooperate with the two Heibang families; secondly, last year, my parents was killed, and Wayne Manor was raided by assassins a few days ago, is it possible that some of the directors were involved.”

Bruce didn't mince words.

The skinny middle-aged black girl seemed to be greatly frightened, covering her mouth and saying in horror: "Bruce, who poured you the ecstasy soup to make you say such terrible things?

Wayne Group has never cooperated with criminals, and all directors are kind and hard-working good people. "

"Are you sure?" Bruce frowned.

"Of course, Wayne Group never does anything illegal, I swear to God." Black girl Marissa vowed.

"Stab-" The video wall playing a charity video next to it flickered, and the angry look of a long-faced middle-aged man appeared on the screen.

"The Wayne Group is the source of all evil, and today I will prove it to everyone!"

Judging from the background of the video, a man wearing a chef's uniform appears to be on the rooftop, near a ventilation fan.

There is a big iron can in front of him.

"Have you ever heard of a drug called 'Venom'? As a new type of drug, it has become very famous in Gotham recently."

"Shit!" Harley slapped her forehead, guessing what happened.

As the world's largest drug-consuming city, all kinds of new drugs flow into Gotham every day every year, but recently there is a drug called BT, which shocked even Harley.

That kind of stimulant is extremely volatile. Just open the bottle cap and put your nose to it, and the liquid will naturally vaporize into green smoke.

In addition to being very exciting, it also has a powerful effect: making people become Captain America in a short time!

That Rogers next door.

Rather than Du Ping, it is more like a failed soldier-strengthening potion.

It can only make people temporarily stronger, and the side effect is the body's potential and vitality.

After using it more than ten times, the bones became brittle and turned into wood, the muscles were as weak as jelly, and the heart could not bear its own gravity and burst. It was almost a suicidal agent.

But even though it had huge side effects, all the big guys in Hedao, including Falcone, were alarmed.

The reason is simple. Gotham lacks everything but lunatics.

What if a madman organizes a group of reinforced soldiers to raid the boss's lair?

"Yes, it was me who did it! I distributed them to drug addicts on the street. I wanted to give you a warning, but Wayne Enterprises is so rich and powerful that it was easy to suppress this big news.

After thinking about it, I suddenly got enlightenment from the Witch Harley! "The long-faced middle-aged man had a proud and evil smile on his face, which made everyone in the hall feel frightened.

Many people also looked at Harry warily.

Harley's expression was dull, her face was calm and calm, and she cursed in her heart: Sister Harley does things so cleanly and neatly, how can it be like you who act blindly at the critical moment and waste time waiting for someone to come back? After you've poisoned someone to death, why don't you brag about it again?

"The death of ordinary people in the city cannot attract the attention of the big shots, so kill the big shots! Today, here is a repeat of what happened in Gotham Cathedral."

"This bastard is slandering my reputation." Harley couldn't help complaining to Xanadu.

The middle-aged man patted the "liquefied gas tank" in front of him and sneered: "It is filled with the 'venomous snake' potion that can make people in the whole building crazy. Now it is in the vent. As long as I unscrew the gas Valve, hey hey hey”

The middle-aged man in the white coat was still chattering, but Harley had already caught a glimpse of Jim Gordon rushing into the hall like wind and entering the stairwell without looking back.

".My name is Stan Potowski, a biochemical researcher at Wayne Group.

Wayne Pharmaceuticals has no regard for life. Not only did it use living people for experiments and killed countless homeless people captured from the streets, it even planned to put this kind of medicine with extremely side effects into use.

The high-ranking big shots don't care about the life and death of ordinary soldiers. They only want money, war, and victory.

Witch Harley is right, Gotham is hell, and the well-dressed upper class elite are demons in human skin.

Everyone in Gotham has symptoms of demonic possession.

This sick city needs an exorcist, and I’m going to exorcise Gotham—boom boom, ouch—"

Two gunshots rang out, and the self-proclaimed "second generation exorcist" scientist staggered and fell down.

Jim Gordon's big, square face appears in the camera.

"Don't worry, everyone, the terrorists have been killed, the crisis has been resolved, the music does not need to stop, and the banquet continues." He said with a positive face.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

"The heroic detective lives up to his reputation!"

The applause and cheers in the hall were deafening. Everyone watched a thrilling and exciting show and were very satisfied.

"This garbage." Harry felt a little sad, feeling sad for such a stupid student.

If you want to learn from Sister Hallie, just learn the whole set.

Sister Harley didn't teach you how to talk.

And the "Witch's Same Bulletproof Windbreaker" only costs 99, not 100.

The sales are so popular in Mercenary Supermarket. Since you are a fan of Sister Harley, why not get a set?

Despite the near miss, the charity banquet ended hastily.

In fact, while reporters gathered around Gordon and Harvey to interview, Harley left with Lady Xanadu.

They return to Madame Xanadu's apartment.

The apartment faces the street, and Xanadu lives on the first floor. There is a small garden outside the door, and a signboard "Mrs. Xanadu (Welcome, don't be afraid)" is erected on the iron fence.

Well, that's it.

The wooden door is also embossed with a green eye.

Perhaps it symbolizes that Madam Xanadu’s eyes can see through the future?

"Do you know the origin of 'Mrs. Xanadu'?" Xanadu asked leisurely while sitting on the single sofa, stroking the black cat's back.

She has several cats at home, all black cats.

Harley shook her head, "It sounds a bit like Chinese."

"It's Chinese, Xanadu, Dadu, Zhongdu, are you familiar with it?" Mrs. Xanadu said in a standard Beijing movie.

Harley asked in surprise: "The 'Xanadu' of the Yuan Dynasty?"

Madam Xanadu smiled and nodded, "I am Kublai Khan's astrologer. He trusts me very much and respects me very much. Courtiers often call me 'the lady from Xanadu'.

Therefore, after leaving China, I have always used this name. "

"Your hometown is in England, right? Why don't you become a forest fairy?" Harley asked doubtfully.

"For some reason, the ancient spirit in the forest abandoned me, and I lost all my magic power."

A gloomy look appeared on Xanadu's pretty face.

After King Arthur's death, Britain fell into turmoil, but Xanadu lost power and was wanted (implicated by her second sister Morgan Le Fay).

In order to leave England, she worked as a slave for more than a month with a rude Viking captain.

After finally escaping to Europe, medieval Europe was frantically purging witches.

If the witch has power, she is not afraid of the church warriors.

I am afraid that I will have a reputation but not the strength.

Such as Xanadu.

Afterwards, in order to survive, like a skilled woman, she sold her body many times until she escaped all the way to the distant east.

Not only did the people there not hunt witches, they also treated her as a guest because of her amazing talent in prophecy.

Kublai Khan even gave her a formal official position, and he listened carefully to her advice on all matters big and small.

Not as lovers, but purely as a monarch-subject relationship.

It was also because she gained a long-lost dignity under Kublai Khan in the Yuan Dynasty that she was particularly grateful for those wonderful years and was named "Mrs. Xanadu".

"Harry, you don't want to be controlled by others. I understand, but reality doesn't give us much choice at all.

Where there is magic, there is power.

To a witch, there is a huge difference between having power and having no power.

No matter how high the final price is, it cannot compare to a bleak life without power. "

Mrs. Xanadu felt this and sighed deeply.

Harry could feel that Xanadu spoke the truth, but she still asked: "My lady said before that the ancestors thought of a way to avoid the source of magic and use magic."

Xanadu nodded slightly and sighed: "Throughout the past and present, countless people with lofty ideals want to find another way, a way where their own magic power is not affected by the source of magic power.

It's a pity that there is no masterless magic power in the world.

You said that your magic power is innate and has nothing to do with any gods.

But the problem is that the world you live in is only part of the magic power of the Supreme Being.

Just like a parasite in a person's body, he proudly says to his companions - I can survive without relying on anyone.

But in fact, every part of its power to grow comes from the body of the person who is like a god to it. "

"In such a desperate situation, where did the ancestors find a breakthrough?" Harley frowned.

"They spent a huge price and finally found the simplest answer - the supreme being must also exist in the universe, so there must be a cosmic law that overrides the supreme being." Mrs. Shangdu said.

"What rules?" Harley asked.

"Magic must pay a price." Xanadu said solemnly.

Harley had a strange expression, "What is this?"

"This is the truth!" Xanadu said seriously.

Harley didn't argue, just asked: "How to use this truth?"

"Magic must pay a price. So, if you pay the price first, can you get the magic power? I tell you, you can!"

Then, Xanadu taught Harley a magic: the escape room spell.

This is a spell that requires no incantation and no incantation.

It is more like a meditation to develop the body's special potential than a mantra.

"You can understand it this way, the human body itself is a small universe. The big universe has magic factors, and the small universe should also have it.

Now, with this mantra, you activate your own little universe. "

After practicing for two hours, Harley opened her eyes and said, "I don't feel anything."

No sense of energy, no blood flow.

Nothing seems to have changed except for being more focused.

Mrs. Xanadu smiled strangely, found a piece of hemp rope, and tied Harry into a mummy from top to bottom.

"Can you break free?" she asked.

Harley tried, shaking her head.

"Remember that spell."

Harley nodded.

Shangdu picked up the fruit knife and stabbed Harley in the arm.

"Ouch! What are you doing?" Harley howled.

Shangdu looked down and asked strangely: "Why is there no bleeding?"

"I practiced "Iron Shirt", a hard-body qigong." Harley said nonsensically.

Without even commenting, he put the tip of the knife against her arm and pressed it down hard.

There is not even the tiniest bubble in the Sea of ​​Consciousness Experience Tank, and the instructions are completely harmless.

Therefore, Harley did not resist and endured the pain and let her poke her.

Suddenly Xanadu put away his sword and said: "Get up."

"What?" Harley was confused and moved subconsciously. Then she was shocked. The rope that was originally tightly tied to her body had loosened and fell at her feet.

"Is this magic? What you just tied was a dead knot!" Harley said in surprise.

Xanadu threw the fruit knife back into the fruit bowl and explained: “This is the secret room escape technique invented by Zatara.

I stab you with a knife and you take the damage, and that's the price.

You pay the price and the magic works.

It's that simple.

There is no doubt that this is magic too.

The entire process completely avoids all sources of magic.

In other words, your own body is the source of magic. "