I want to have a date with Superman

Helen's bedroom is on the top floor, connected to the glass flower room. There is also a huge glass on the ceiling. Lying on the bed, you can see the crescent moon and stars in the sky.

Set against the vast forest of Central Park, the whistles and noise of the neighborhood are almost inaudible.

At this time, the two women lay side by side on the pillow, turned off the lights, and stared at the stars in the sky with their big eyes blinking.

Dudududu

Harley turned off her phone and sighed: It's still off. No one is answering the phone at home. It seems I have to go back tomorrow. I hope I don't see Andy's dead body on the living room floor.

No, today is only Friday, and there are still a few days until next Monday. Helen comforted.

Then she asked: Send him a text message and tell him that whether the Bank of America chooses you to make big money or not, it is at least willing to give you a loan.

After seeing Harley's feat of kicking several big men from the FBI, Will, the bespectacled man, almost became her crazy fan. He wanted to confirm on the spot that she was the new big money.

It's a pity that he is not the CEO, but he also promised that he will try his best to persuade other sensible people in the next few days.

If accurate information cannot be given by the weekend, he will personally guarantee Harley and get a loan from the National Bank to solve all her problems.

Therefore, the problem of usury has basically been solved.

Early the next morning on Saturday, the female agent Jessica called and told Harley the good news: her A Certain Scientific Red Manhattan is expected to be the cover theme of New World. Next Monday, People of the World You can see the debut novels of genius female writers in major books and newspapers.

New World is one of the most influential science fiction magazines in the United States. Harley, you are going to be popular! Helen was even more excited than Harley.

Harley was not too happy.

First of all, the total remuneration for a new author is only US$4,000; secondly, her father Andy still hasn’t called her.

I have to go back. In the afternoon, she finally couldn't help it, got on her second-hand Giant, and sped towards Queens.

She refused Helen's company, but she also made an agreement with her: every hour, Harley must call to report that she was safe. If Helen did not receive the call for half an hour, she would immediately call 911.

When she got home, Harley put her little nose to the crack of the door and took a few deep breaths.

Well, there is no smell of blood or body odor.

Then she opened the door with the key.

Harry, you're back. Andy sat at the dining table in his pajamas and had breakfast?

Soak cornflakes in cold milk.

What are you doing? Where have you been these past few days? Harley asked.

Of course it's about making money! I've paid off Nikola's money, and you can move back.

Andy lost his previous nervousness and irritability, but when Harley looked carefully, she saw a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.

What did you do? Harley swallowed.

I did what I had to do. Andy was vague, obviously not wanting to talk to her in detail.

you--

Harley wants to ask, have you done anything illegal?

But before the words came out of her mouth, she knew she was talking nonsense.

Not to mention other normal methods, even if Andy was willing to sell his butt and stock, he would not be able to raise three hundred thousand in such a short period of time.

Harley took a deep breath and said, Where is your cell phone? Did you see the text message I sent you?

Mobile phone? Andy glanced around and said suddenly, I forgot to get my phone back.

You want it? Who do you want it from? Why should you give your phone to someone else? Harley's heart skipped a beat, and she was almost certain that her father had done something bad.

Or a group crime.

Don't movies often have scenes like this?

She knew that Andy often went to speakeasies to have fun because he liked gambling.

After hanging around with various teachers and students for a long time, he is fully capable of finding teammates who share the same feelings with him.

Don't mind my business! Andy waved his hand irritably, And you have to understand, this is Gotham, and we have to adapt to Gotham's rules of survival!

Fake! Harley held her head and fell slumped on the hole-in-the-wall sofa, You bastard, I told you a long time ago that I am applying for a job with big money! Even if you fail, you can borrow it from your classmates. Why don't you listen? ??!!”

I am your father! This is my home, you should listen to me. Andy gritted his teeth.

How do you think you are useless? If you had the advantage of being 'honest and obedient', our family would not have reached this point.

Harley clenched her little fists, feeling an irrepressible impulse in her heart - punch this bastard twice!

Get up, stand up! she shouted to Andy, Let's go to the police station, confess and get leniency, and strive for a reduced sentence!

Andy opened his arm and pulled it over, with a strange expression: There is something wrong with your mind, what is the difference between a policeman and a black man?

Those guys get double paychecks every month, one from the city and one from Falcone or Maroni.

Batman still has acne, super criminals haven't appeared, and Gotham is still ruled by old-school gangsters.

The old-school black state follows rules and traditions, rules the underground kingdom in the form of a family, and pursues stable and sustainable interests, such as Corleone in The Godfather.

The future Batman team has no rules and does not abide by traditions. They command a small makeshift group with a strong personal style. They are not interested in profits and only pursue the love of Batman. For example, the Joker, Scarecrow and other Arkham regulars .

Carmine Falcone is the old godfather of Gotham, and Maroney is his challenger.

Roughly speaking, Gotham is divided into two parts: the Falcone family accounts for 50%, the Maroney family accounts for 40%, and the remaining 10% is divided among countless small gangs.

Andy had a bit of madness on his face, and he let out a loud sarcasm: If I go to the police station now, I will commit suicide tonight.

That group of police officers who have never had any honor have darker hearts than Black Country.

As long as he is given three hundred dollars, he is willing to kill a suspect with no background.

It's so simple to commit suicide out of fear of sin.

Can’t my ‘good friends’ afford three hundred dollars?

And I am just starting. One day in the future, you or your slutty mother will be knocked unconscious and kidnapped while walking at night. When you wake up the next day, you will find yourself lying naked among a pile of men.

Is this what you want? If so, let's go to the police station!

Andy's expression was ferocious and his voice was like thunder.

For a moment, Harley was suppressed by his crazy aura.

After a while, she said coldly: If you don't do stinky shit, flies won't stare at you.

I am the stinky shit, and you are the stinky shit's daughter, little stinky shit!

The father and daughter had a big quarrel, and Harry was in a bad mood. He stopped going home for a few days.

Soon, a new week begins.

Harley's bike followed Helen's Honda to Gotham High School.

This time, neither the three girls of the queen group nor the smile queen amid the suspension controversy were able to become the focus of the students.

Which of you has been to Wayne Manor? How is Bruce doing now?

Harry, you have the best relationship with Bruce. Have you ever visited him?

I bet you ten bucks that Bruce won't come to class today.

It's so crazy. Those bastards in Gotham must have taken drugs. They even dared to kill Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

I'm more curious why they don't bring bodyguards.

Gotham is going to change.

Harley actually called Wayne Manor, and the butler Alfred answered the call.

He told her that the young master just wanted to be alone in the past few days.

Harry, have Andy's loan sharks been paid off? Dotty, the busty bully, leaned over and asked with a smile.

I am now the second generation of big bankers. Harley said calmly.

What? Dottie was a little confused.

Ah, Harley, you were selected? I heard that you also knocked down several FBI agents in the Rockefeller Building. That's so cool. Brother Gua Waylon said excitedly.

Then, speaking very fast, he told the other students about the big banknote and what happened a few days ago.

Hey, if there hadn't been news about Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, Mr. Shadow's arrest and Harley's becoming a big banker, it would have become the headlines in Gotham, at least it would have become the focus of our school. Waylon lamented.

It's not just that! Look at this.

A little black man held up a copy of New World magazine and promoted it to the people around him with admiration on his face.

Harry, why don't you come to our science fiction club? There are no girls in our club yet. Xiao Hei looked at Harley eagerly.

We'll talk about it later. Let's go to class first.

Harry had just closed the locker door when suddenly a low noise came from the door.

It's them, the GCPD (Gotham Police). It was the two of them who 'rescued' our school during the last anti-terrorism drill.

What's your name like Gordon?

Chief Gordon, what are you doing at the high school?

Gradually, the crowd parted to both sides, revealing two police detectives in suits, one in his thirties, a middle-aged man with a short haircut, and the other in his forties, with a greasy hair parted in the middle.

Amid everyone's surprised and puzzled looks, they walked straight up to Harley and took out their police ID cards.

The short-haired detective said seriously: GCPD, Jim Gordon of the Major Crimes Division, you are Harley Quinn's classmate, right?

I am. Harley's heart was pounding.

The only intersection between him and the police is Andy.

Sure enough, Gordon said in a deep voice: We suspect that your father Andy Quinn is related to the shooting of the Waynes.

What? All the students shouted.

Did my dad really do such an awesome thing? Harley opened her mouth slightly, feeling far more ridiculous than shocked.

ps: Edward Nygma is the Riddler.