I went to bed a little early last night. At three or four o'clock in the morning, Harley fell asleep while talking. Selena had no one to talk to, so she could only let herself fall asleep.
The biological clock was "out of whack" and she slept very uneasily.
At some point, a wheezing sound came from the side.
There's someone else in the house!
Selena, who has always been single, suddenly woke up and saw Halle doing a one-arm handstand.
She relaxed first, remembered that she had picked up a roommate last night, and then rubbed her eyes vigorously.
"Shit, what are you doing?" she asked innocently.
"You've never seen this kind of action?" Harley didn't stop. Her blond hair tied into a single ponytail fell to the ground. Only her thumb, index finger, and little finger on her right hand were touching the ground, and her body continued to rise and fall.
"Of course I know what you are doing. I can also do one-arm handstand, but..." Selena got up and circled half a circle around Harley. Sure enough, she didn't find anything hidden behind her.
support point.
"I've never seen you do a one-arm handstand without leaning against the wall, and you only used three fingers."
"It's just about having strong core strength and maintaining body balance. As a world-class gymnast, this is just a basic skill." After saying a few words, Harley's even breathing rhythm was disrupted.
Selena was silent.
She often jumps and jumps among the buildings in Gotham, and is more agile than a cat, so she thinks that her ability is as good as that of a gymnast...
"How long have you been exercising?" she asked.
Harley's legs dropped one after another, and her upper body was lifted up, as gracefully as a backflip.
"I woke up at half past eight." She said while wiping sweat.
"Eight thirty..." Selina looked at the alarm clock next to the mattress, it was exactly ten o'clock.
"You just had the surgery last night, and you're exercising so intensely today, no—holy shit!"
Only halfway through her words, Yinpan's face twisted, "This is my Dior 05 commemorative shirt. I got it with great difficulty and plan to keep it until next summer. You actually use it to wipe sweat?!"
"Can't the clothes be washed?" Harley raised her neck and continued to wipe her chest.
"I have a towel here." Selena said with a dark face.
"I saw it. It smells musty and is caked. I'm afraid I'll get beriberi even if I wipe my feet." Harley said unceremoniously.
The towel was hanging on the hook at the door, and it was a mess. It was originally probably sky blue, but now it was gray and wet, and it made me sick to look at it.
Selena's silver face turned red and she said loudly: "This is how I live."
"Your previous lifestyle was wrong. You had money to buy famous brands, but you didn't know how to maintain good hygiene."
Selena's accommodation environment is very poor, but it does not mean that her quality of life is low.
There are more than ten sets of brand-new fashion brand clothing in the wooden cabinet.
The cosmetics in front of the dressing table, at first glance, are all luxury goods.
There were a mess of boots and sneakers piled on the floor beside the bed, none of which were of different brands.
Harley in her early years was far inferior to her.
"I am free to choose any lifestyle." Selena was really a little angry.
Harley was stunned for a moment, and finally understood. Americans are inherently self-centered, and teenagers and girls in the second period of high school cannot bear to be preached to.
"OK, this is my fault," she apologized decisively, "You said you would give me a set of clothes last night, just this one."
When Harley left the monastery, she not only grabbed the guns of the two guards, but also took away their wallets.
It wasn't much money, less than $300 in total.
She bought herself a down jacket and wears it to this day.
She was wearing it when she was shot, but there was a hole in her back and white hair kept coming out. When Selina saw it, she said she would give her a new set of clothes.
...
Breakfast is bagged wafer biscuits.
Selena usually doesn't eat at home, this little den is just a place for sleeping and storage. It's not convenient for Harley to go out in the daytime, so she stays here with her.
"What exactly are your plans?"
When Harley was lying on the window brushing her teeth, Selena asked with a confused expression.
"I can't rely on you all the time, and it's too dangerous to be with me. I'll leave as soon as it gets dark in the afternoon," said Harry.
Selina breathed a sigh of relief, but then worried: "You are injured, is it really okay to be alone?"
Harry staying in her little nest did bring a lot of psychological burden to her, but it wasn't because she was afraid of those Holy Crusaders.
If her home was a luxurious villa, she would be happy for Harry to live here permanently.
But the reality is that her little home is too shabby, and Harley is not like ordinary street children, who has long been accustomed to such a living environment.
Even if Harley wasn't picky, Selena would still feel uncomfortable, and now Harley is still being picky... This is the same reason that children from poor families generally don't like to invite classmates to their homes to play.
"I was shot before and lived well alone. But before I leave, I want you to do a few small favors for me."
Harley looked calm and didn't feel embarrassed at all asking for help.
Because she now truly regards Selena as a friend.
"What to do?" Selena asked curiously.
"Two things. First, help me change my image and try to distinguish me now from who I was before. Finally, help me arm myself to the teeth." Harley said.
Selena looked at her carefully for a long time and said, "How about you get a new hairstyle?"
She touched her afro with satisfaction, "Just like me, it's the latest model this year."
Harley said sincerely: "Selena, this hairstyle really doesn't suit you. You have a silver face, and with a circle of round plush hair, your face looks very big, and your neck is gone."
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If you have a round face, you should keep your hair straight and long, hanging down from the forehead to cover the excess part of the face.
"You don't know how to appreciate it. Everyone says I'm cool." Serena said with a dark face.
Then, she rolled her eyes and said with a mischievous smile: "Let me tell you, you used to be a good girl, but now you should become unconventional."
Harry actually nodded and said thoughtfully: "Dye your blond hair another color, then put on dark eye shadow, put powder on your face, and put red on your mouth..."
She thought of the image of Harley Quinn in previous movies, and there was no one more unconventional than Harley Quinn.
Psychologist Harley Quinn and Harley Quinn look like two completely different people.
...
In the end, Harley still didn't become "Harley Quinn".
Her blond hair was parted in the middle and dyed pink on one side and bright blue on the other.
The white face with clown makeup was too ugly, so Halle changed it into a simple gothic outfit. Her flawless face did not need to be decorated. The main thing was red lips and dark eye shadow that contrasted sharply with the "white face", giving her a very rich look.
The sense of lines of strength.
"It's a bit weird..." Selena looked at her for a moment and said, "Don't laugh, be cool and cool."
Harley immediately stopped smiling and tried to keep her eyes cold and sharp.
"My face and hair are too clean, and I don't look like a street child."
Selena's tone was slightly sour. Even if Harley was tormenting herself like this, she seemed to have more temperament than her.
"The coat can be dirty, but the body must be hygienic, wash your hands frequently, and wash your face and feet every day." Harley glanced at Selena's lower body with a pointed look.
When she took off her pair of leather short boots last night, the smell almost made her autistic.
She asked where there was water to take a bath, and Selena said she didn't even have a basin.
I have never had the habit of washing my face and feet before going to bed.
Some homeless people never even take a bath for months because there are no public bathhouses in the United States. They can only go to gas stations, wipe themselves by the lake, or use water to wash in public restrooms.
Selena is pretty good about hygiene. Sometimes when she sneaks into other people's houses to steal things, she locks the door from the inside and calmly borrows the shower to take a shower.
...
"What do you usually use to rob?" Selena took out a large suitcase from under the wardrobe, and as soon as she lifted the lid, Harley couldn't help but whistle.
"I thought you were a pickpocket."
"I am a pickpocket, but don't forget, this is Gotham. Ordinary people can't sleep without holding a gun. A real killer must at least collect a few RPGs." Selina said.
There are five pistols of various types, two shotguns, and even a "spray" (shotgun).
"They are all second-hand goods." Harry frowned.
“Second-hand goods are cheap.”
In addition to guns, there are also neatly arranged boxes of ammunition.
What particularly amazed Harley was the bullet belt of the same style as Schwarzenegger's.
Well, the plastic-cased bullets as thick as dry batteries, slung over the shoulder, look very intimidating.
"I originally had two pistols, and now I'm going to choose a double-barreled shotgun."
Harley chose the Beretta, which was about 30 centimeters long. When she encountered a strong enemy wearing a body armor, it was her turn to take action.
After stuffing the bullets and shotgun into her backpack, she asked again: "Do you have a bulletproof vest?"
"That thing is so bulky." Selena shook her head.
When Harley was about to leave with her backpack, Selena stopped her and pulled out an old map from under the mattress.
"I almost forgot, this is the distribution map of Gotham's underground forces. Each gang and their scope of activities are marked with red dots."
"Shit, there are so many gangs in Gotham?!" Harley was dumbfounded, and the entire map almost turned red.
Selina said: "The main ones are the Maroni and Falcone families, they are the emperors of Hedao.
Each emperor was in charge of a kingdom, and each kingdom had dozens of dukes, and each duke commanded dozens of knights.
To us ordinary people, every knight is also a boss.
For example, I am a lone wolf pickpocket and I am my own boss.
Stolen things must be sold, and my superior Muskie is a member of Sister Yu’s family and a knight.”
"I don't want to provoke them." Harley said.
"Every homeless person doesn't want to be a homeless person." Selena sighed and said helplessly: "Many times we don't have a choice. If someone pulls you into a gang, don't refuse in a hurry. I'll help you make reference."
"I really don't want to mess around." Harley was helpless.
"You are so smart, why don't you understand? A nonpartisan person cannot survive in a society full of parties and factions.
Of course, I'm not really asking you to become a black state member.
In a kingdom, in addition to kings, dukes and knights, there are also civilians. Just like me, I am my own boss, but I am also a subject of Sister Yu.
Even if I was caught on the spot stealing something from Sister Yu's territory, my life would not be in danger.
So, do you understand?"
Selena looked into Harley's eyes and said seriously.
Harley sighed, "I understand, I try to be as low-key as possible and let everyone ignore me."
Selena pointed to the map and continued: "The green dot is a residential area I often go to, where there are often empty houses that have been unoccupied for a long time.
If you meet someone, I will live in secretly and wait for the owner to come back before I leave. If you can't stay on the street anymore, you can go to these places for a stroll."
Before leaving, Selena gave Harley two hundred dollars.