I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

Bernice is overjoyed!

Harleen Quizell hasn't turned into Harley Quinn yet!That said, the Joker will soon be breaking out of prison with her help!As long as she sneaks out while taking advantage of the chaos...

Thinking of this, Bernice couldn't help smiling all over her face, and approached enthusiastically: "Dr. Quizell, just call me Bernice—I have to say that I am very happy to meet you."

Seeing her suddenly striding towards the female doctor, the guard on the side subconsciously gripped the handle of the gun and stared at her, for fear that she would make any hurtful actions.

Bernice noticed the warning gaze, raised her handcuffed hands, shook them symbolically, and said to him, "Dude, relax, I can't do anything right now."

Although Harleen was surprised by Bernice's inexplicable enthusiasm, she seemed to have never met a patient who was so happy to see her, but she immediately restrained her expression and showed a professional attitude: "Please sit down, today we are just Let's chat."

After Bernice sat down, Harleen gave a friendly smile. With her outstanding appearance, it was easy to put people's guard down. She asked, "Are you still used to it these days?"

After a few days with the clown, Bernice has almost forgotten what it's like to talk to normal people, thank goodness Harleen Quizell showed up just in time, she's normal, at least for now.

"It's okay, but the food here is too bad." Boni complained unceremoniously, "The bread is as hard as a rock, and the chicken is boiled and has no taste at all..." She paused, and seemed to He casually continued, "I still live opposite the clown, I really don't know what's wrong..."

"The clown?" Harleen immediately grasped the word, and a gleam that was hidden very deeply flashed in her eyes, "Do you know him?"

"Probably." Bernice leaned back in the chair and said casually.

"He..." Harleen seemed to want to continue asking, but she realized that she had lost her composure. She raised her black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and quickly changed the subject, "Did you grow up in Gotham?"

"No, but I grew up listening to Gotham stories." ——In the comics, Bernice added in her heart, and then asked tentatively, "Doctor, isn't my data listed in the file Yet?"

The female doctor's expression froze, and was replaced by an impeccable smile in the next second: "I'm just trying to get to know you better."

In the following conversation, Bernice always mentioned the clown intentionally or unintentionally, but she didn't know whether it was Harleen who covered it up well, or she hadn't fallen in love with clowns at all, and she couldn't tell anything from Harleen's expression at all.

Bernice was a little disappointed. If she didn't know how the two of them were going, she couldn't speculate on the approximate date of the clown's escape, and she couldn't make preparations in advance.

When the conversation was about the same, she changed the topic and said seriously: "Dr. Quizell, I have a very serious question."

Harleen lifted a handful of hair from her ear and tucked it behind her ear, and listened intently. Her blue eyes behind the lens were shining with sincerity and friendliness: "What is it?"

Oh god, she's so cute, Bernice couldn't help but cry out inwardly.

"Actually, it's like this—" Bernice sat down, her tone serious as if she was talking about something important, "Do you think I'm like a mental patient?"

This question was obviously not in Harleen's budget, and she was obviously taken aback.

According to the previous conversation, Harleen silently gave her patient a preliminary mental assessment. She believed that if Bernice wasn't a criminal with a high IQ who was very good at acting, then she would be fine. Too much is a bit too talkative.

Harleen immediately remembered that she had asked Arkham for Bernice's file before she came in, but was rejected, so she didn't know anything about Bernice, and could only learn something about her from the chat. Basic information.

Inaccessible medical records and criminal records, a person in good mental condition imprisoned in Arkham must have concealed some facts, and these facts are not known to the person concerned.

Harleen immediately thought that Bernice must have offended someone who should not be offended.

Seeing that Harleen remained silent, Bernice became anxious. She blinked her eyes vigorously to make herself look innocent: "Oh doctor, please believe me, look at my sincere eyes...they arrested the wrong person!"

This question is very embarrassing. Harleen is just a psychiatrist and not the person in charge of Arkham. She can't help much with this question. report his mental state to the higher-ups."

Hearing Ha Lin's assurance, Bernice felt relieved and continued, "Actually, I have another request."

"As long as it is within my ability, I will try my best to help you."

Bernice leaned forward, her voice soft, as if she was sharing some secret: "Can you get me a pack of cigarettes?"

The female doctor was stunned and repeated: "Smoke?"

"Yes." Bernice said sadly, "I'm about to be tortured to death by smoking addiction!"

"However, this is against the rules." Harleen showed a embarrassed look, "This is a non-smoking room."

Harleen hesitated. It is forbidden for a doctor to bring something to a patient in private, but it is not a difficult thing to do. Considering the patient's psychological condition, smoking can relax her and help the treatment. Then it is not impossible to make an exception once.

So, she nodded and said with some helplessness: "Okay, I promise you."

"You are such a good person!" Bernice said from the bottom of her heart, if she hadn't been handcuffed, she would have stepped forward to give Harleen a hug.Then she approached Harleen mysteriously, stared into her eyes and said very seriously: "Then I will also give you a word, cherish life, stay away from scum, especially those in Arkham - no, I am not Say me."

"……thanks?"

For no reason, Harleen felt that this sentence seemed to imply something, but after thinking about it, she felt that she was thinking too much. How could Bernice know?

……

Bernice's first psychotherapy session ended in a friendly atmosphere, and she couldn't help but look forward to her next meeting with Harleen.

She returned to her cell under the escort of the guards, and when she heard the clown's voice, she missed the beautiful female doctor very much.Dealing with clowns is really tiring. No wonder the guards are only guarding outside the entrance of this area. Arkham is thinking about their mental condition and does not allow them any chance of contacting clowns.

It's a pity that she failed to pry something out of Harleen's mouth, and the day of jailbreak seems to be far away.

"You're finally back." The clown welcomed her back with warm applause. He grinned and showed his big shiny silver teeth, "I was so bored when you were away, so bored that I wanted to find something to do—"

"Forget it, I'm not your dear Batman." Bernice resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said.

"Sweetheart, you really understand me." The clown who had been exposed did not feel uncomfortable in the slightest. A deep laugh rose and fell in his throat, and Bernice felt goosebumps all over her body.

Bernice thought about it, but still didn't tell him about her meeting with Harleen.

That night, Bernice had a strange dream.

"Bernice, what's wrong with you?"

"You can stay in the academy during this time, this will always be your home."

"Eric, he didn't mean it, he just... isn't very good at expressing himself."

Some extremely broken fragments appeared in her mind out of thin air, she couldn't see the speaker's face clearly, his figure seemed to be blurred by a mosaic, only a familiar and unfamiliar gentle male voice kept overlapping, in her ear say.

It seemed to be a dream, but it didn't seem to be. If it was a dream, it was impossible for Bernice to remember all these details so clearly.

Who is Eric?

Before Bernice had time to think, she woke up.

Normally, she is the kind of person who can sleep until dawn, and rarely wakes up in the middle of the night. This time she woke up suddenly because she noticed something strange.

——A dull pain in the lower abdomen, accompanied by a sticky feeling, Bernice is all too familiar with it.

She lifted the quilt expressionlessly, and a pool of red melted on the sheet.

Bernice's face was ashen.

In the next second, she screamed: "Little Gangya!!! It's a big deal!!!"

Bernice pretended not to hear, she grabbed a handful of candies and forced them into Charles's pocket, saying solemnly: "These candies are infused with my love, eating them will bring good luck."

Charles is speechless by Bernice every day, but after thinking about her ability, she is "lucky", maybe it can really bring good luck.

Although he felt that it was still unreliable, he nodded: "...Thank you."

Saying goodbye to Charles, Bernice saw that there were still 15 minutes before class, so she walked leisurely to the classroom. On the way, she saw Qin quietly sitting under a tree reading a book on the grass outside the window. She wanted to care about the lonely students, so Go over and say hello to her: "Yo."

"Teacher." Qin's surprise was written all over her face, and she stood up quickly, a little taller than Bernice.

Jean, like Charles, didn’t dress herself up in particular, she still wore her usual clothes. Every time she watched Bernice, she would unconsciously appear in "Game of Thrones". Bernice looked at the child with pity.

So Bernice took out the cat ear headband that Charles had just worn, said "How can I not cater to the atmosphere for Halloween" and put it on Qin.