In the evening, the setting sun sways and sinks to the horizon like a wounded beast, sprinkling blood on the earth.
Harley was like a snake emerging from a cave, silently avoiding the patrolling security guards, and jumping up the high wall as lightly as a cat.
Then she will jump down.
But as soon as she climbed up the wall, she kept her crouching position, stunned in place.
"Kitten? It's really you, why are you here?" she cried in disbelief.
At this moment, Selena is speeding forward, and the next step will be to jump onto the wall on her hands and knees, which is exactly where Harley is now.
"Harley? You, why are you here? You have a new hairstyle and a new look." Selena was also surprised.
At this moment, Hallie had black hair that fell over her shoulders and wore black-framed flat glasses. She looked very quiet and delicate.
She jumped up and squatted down to release her strength as soon as she landed.
"Bruce Wayne is my middle school classmate, and we have a good personal relationship..."
Harley recounted roughly what happened before.
"He wanted me to take shelter in the manor temporarily. I think this place is too spacious and it would be difficult to escape if surrounded. It is not as easy to hide as the crowded city."
"Can you still be a tramp like this?" Selina asked.
Harry took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and said with a smile: "I don't want to be a tramp, I will become an exorcist nun instead!"
"What?" Selena's black question mark face.
"In the Bronx, north of Manhattan, there is an area called Bali Street. Have you been there?" Harley asked.
Selina had a look of disgust on her face, "It's almost the worst neighborhood in Gotham. It's a sin city made up of criminals, vagrants, and gigolos. Even people like us don't want to do anything late at night.
Wherever you dare to run."
The Bronx has the highest crime rate in the United States, and Bali Street is located at the center of the chaos in the Bronx.
"Where are you going?" Kitten asked again.
"When Martha Wayne was alive, she did countless charity projects, and building a relief center on Bali Street specifically to help women and children was one of them.
At that time, Martha was still hesitating whether to build it according to the model of a modern sanatorium, or to join forces with the church and simply build a cathedral, like the St. John's Monastery where I stayed before."
Speaking of this, Harley's face showed a strange look that was not only ridicule but also admiration, "But, only poor people choose, and Martha decided to have both.
Arkham is a lunatic asylum in name, but in fact it is an island in the middle of a river with a very large area that is suitable for being converted into a large sanatorium.
In this way, Arkham will be renovated into a sanatorium, and Bali Street will be built into a cathedral, perfect!"
Selena said regretfully: "I know this too. Alas, Martha is a good person, it's a pity.
After her death, the development rights to Arkham were still in Wayne's hands for the time being, but it was the city hall that really decided how the land would be used.
Without Wayne, the two underground emperors focused on the piece of fat.
Falcone wanted to develop real estate, and Maroney thought the island in the middle of the river was suitable for warehousing.
Charitable organizations like sanatoriums and rescue centers that make no money are not in their consideration at all.”
"This has nothing to do with us."
Harry waved his hands carelessly and said with a smile: "Martha passed away, the Arkham project died, and the Bali Street Cathedral will always remain in the drawing stage.
But the land and the buildings on it awaiting demolition clearly belong to Wayne.
Hey, I heard that I wanted to be a nun, so Bruce lent me a small chapel.
Well, two apartments, one with a large single room for use as a chapel, and the other with two bedrooms and one living room for me to live by myself."
Bruce initially wanted her to hide in Wayne Manor, but Harley would definitely refuse if she was smart. Then he said he would arrange a private jet to take her abroad and go to Wayne's private island to escape the limelight.
But this favor was a bit big, and Harry felt that he was not at the end of his rope yet.
Finally, he heard that Harley wanted to exorcise demons and wanted to join the church as a nun - an exorcism nun. Although Bruce felt that she needed to be exorcised more, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of his mother's will and legacy.
Two apartments on Bali Street were lent to her for a while.
It’s not a fool’s errand, he has his own purpose: he hopes that Hallie will do charity in Bali Street in the name of Martha.
That is, Martha's wish during her lifetime was to help the women and children there.
"Bali Street is in Gotham, a mixed bag of good and bad, and densely populated. Aren't you afraid of exposing your identity?" The expression on Selena's face was a little unnatural.
"Martha was planning to build a church there, and she posted a notice very early that she would send monks or nuns to the neighborhood in advance.
Hehe, so you understand? I am the nun arranged by the church." Harley said proudly.
"Bruce is so kind to you and thinks so thoughtfully about you." Selina said sourly.
This time, Harley noticed something was wrong with her.
"Didn't you come to Wayne Manor to steal something?"
She was surprised to see Kitten's silver plate blushing.
"Shit, you and Bruce got involved? How did you get to know each other?" Harley asked confused.
"No, you are thinking too much." Selena shook her head repeatedly.
"Aren't you an American girl? If an American girl has something on her mind, just say it out loud." Hallie began to talk nonsense. There are also some American girls who are shy.
"I told you, right? I was there when the Crime Alley shooting happened."
"Then what?"
Selena showed a strange expression of love and confusion on her face, "At that time, Bruce Wayne was very scared, his body was shaking, his eyes were wide open, and his face was as white as paper.
He was also very sad. I saw him crying and screaming in despair.
For the first time in my life, I became curious about a boy."
Shit, is it maternal love?
Well, Bruce has a handsome and petite face, and definitely looks like a "feminine top male idol", and Selena is just at the age to chase stars... maybe it's because of the "love" of the strange aunt who fell in love with the little fresh meat at first sight?
Harry was thinking wildly.
"Later, by some strange combination of circumstances, I sneaked into Wayne Manor. I was supposed to steal something, but after seeing Bruce secretly crying alone, I became a little upset. I saw him harming himself——"
"Self-harm?" Harley yelled.
Selena nodded slightly, "He burned the palm of his hand with a candle, and the burnt smell filled the air. He was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat and refused to move away.
He also used a knife to cut himself and walked on the narrow roof fence. If he was not careful, he would fall to death..."
"It turns out he is the one who should see a psychiatrist." Harley frowned.
Selina shook her head and said: "You misunderstood him. He was not committing suicide or being a masochist. He was experiencing fear in pain and danger, and then trying to defeat it.
He hated himself deeply for his cowardice that night.
He felt that he should not stand there trembling, but should do something for his parents."
Harley opened her eyes wide and looked at her steadily.
After a long time, she stepped forward, hugged the confused Selena into her arms, patted her back, and said sincerely: "Kitten, congratulations, you have met the right person."
"What?" Selena was confused.
"You fell in love with Bruce Wayne, which is good. Your love is very true and pure, which is very good." Harley encouraged.
"Thank you, but..." Selina smiled bitterly, "He doesn't even know that I exist, and I'm not sure whether what you said is right."
"Then give it a try. Anyway, you are young and have the ability to fail. Bruce is handsome and rich, so you won't lose anything." Harley said with a smile.
Selena gave her a strange look, "I thought you were a couple, and he gave you a house."
Harry shook his head and said: "We are just friends, and there is a reason for helping me this time.
Don't say I'm ungrateful. If he hadn't yelled and exposed my identity, I would still be living a comfortable vagabond life.
And the house wasn't given to me. I still had to work and help his mother with charity.
What he really helped me was to help me get a new identity through the channels of Wayne Group."
Selina's expression became lighter, "Are you sure you want to be an exorcist nun? The people in Bali Street are very vicious. The cost of fraud is too high, and you may lose your life."
"I'm really an exorcist." Harry sighed.
"Where did you learn exorcism in just a few days?" Selena sneered.
Harry took out two books from his backpack with a dull face.
The stroller was left at Wayne Manor, but she took her backpack with her.
"The Bible..."The Exorcism Ceremony"? Shit, I've read this too. As long as you attend services regularly, the church will distribute them for free." Selina said weirdly.
"Textbooks in public high schools are also free. Some people study and get Harvard scholarships, and some people don't know how to solve linear equations in two variables after graduation.
Obviously, I am the kind of person who takes Ivy League offers." Harley said calmly.
...
Almost at the same time, the small town of Smallville, Kansas.
Small town church, temporary stronghold of the Crusaders.
"BOOOM!" The church door burst into pieces. Fernando and the other monks, who were worshiping the Holy Eucharist, suddenly turned around and saw a tall figure walking slowly through the smoke.
The inexplicable pressure is like substance, making the space almost solidified. Dust and broken wood chips break the rules of physics, suspended in mid-air, and float slowly.
The monks felt it was difficult to breathe, and the earth's gravity seemed to have suddenly increased tenfold.
This is not an illusion.
"Cen cen cen..."
The eyes that flashed with scarlet light made the sound of electric arc jumping, and stared at them with cold eyes, like the gaze of a demon, which added a very terrifying atmosphere to those who came.
"You...who are you? Are you a human or a demon?" Fernando swallowed and subconsciously activated his holy relic - the mace hanging on his waist.
The monks on the side who had holy relics immediately activated their holy relics and stood in the front. Those who did not have holy relics either raised their machine guns or prepared exorcism holy water and crosses.