The bar on the 23rd floor of Gotham Hotel adopts a baroque decoration style, luxurious and retro. At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Because it was not too late, and there was a local councillor holding a cocktail party in the banquet hall on the 24th floor upstairs. Almost all the people who could name Gotham were there, so most of the guests at the bar are from other places.

I saw three people sitting at a table near the floor-to-ceiling window, one of the best night view in the bar. Face to face were two girls with completely different styles. One had highlighted hair and green, wearing punk, while the other was wearing a black backless dress with a graceful sitting posture. The only thing the two girls had in common was that they were so beautiful that the men couldn't help but look at each other.

At this time, the only man sitting by the table seemed very jealous.

"Peter is so lucky." Ned held the fries in his hand and looked at his gay friend who was surrounded by two young ladies enviously.

So, what is the real situation?

[Dorace, a qualified male god is ashamed of being a mistress! (>﹏＜)] The system trembled and looked at the host who was sitting steadily on the sofa, wearing a special expression for a young lady in a bar, and looked at Harley Quinn, who was sitting opposite, dressed in a two-dimensional punk. Could it be that because he has arranged Dorothy’s time in recent years and has too heavy tasks, his host did not explode in silence, and chose to be perverted in silence?! [It is very immoral to destroy other people’s feelings, and Dorothy yourself said that you don’t want to be lily!]

The system can be said to be very thoughtful at this time - if the Hammer Brother Sol is green, there is still a glimmer of hope. But if the clown is green, the host may really sink to the bottom of the sea. Hello!

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The system was in his ears with panic dissuasion. But Dorothy was still sitting steadily. She put an arm on the armrest of the sofa, and she touched the cold and smooth carved lines on the outside of the sofa.

"Oh, thank you." Thank you." After thanking the waiter for the whiskey, she raised her glass to Harley Quinn, who was sitting opposite the same glass of spirits. The clown girl dressed in a 2D dress raised her face, and there was a little madness hidden in her passionate smile.

Dorothy doesn't deny that because she knows that her life may end in the early morning of a certain Monday, she occasionally does adventures and looks for excitement. But this does not mean that she is interested in dying - it is not a whim to stay where she drinks with the clown girl at this time.

Let me ask, in a hotel that has been recommended by many travel guides and even been stamped by the official security, brackets - the big boss of this hotel is also the local superhero Batman Bruce Wayne - the clown girl Harley Quinn appeared opposite her in a dignified manner and took the initiative to ask to sit at a table with her. Is this really just a coincidence?

With just two minutes after Bruce Wayne left his front foot, Harley Quinn immediately appeared and asked to sit opposite her. Dorothy didn't think her own Jack Sue halo was shining so much that she could attract a super villain who had already had a reputation as a celebrity to fall in love with her based on her appearance alone.

So why did Harley Quinn come to her? Isn’t it obvious that the reason for this is obvious? Whether the other party was on a whim or had premeditated, she had already aroused the other party’s interest because of Batman. At this time, instead of deceiving herself, she thought it would be fine to hide it back and see what Harley Quinn was selling in the gourd.

This is not risk or conceit, but the judgment developed by Dorothy through the system's years of training.

#System: So it's still my fault? (⊙﹏⊙)#

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"Of course." The amber whiskey in the cup was filled with mellow fragrance, neither water nor ice, nor soda or green tea. Dorothy shook the wine in the cup, without the urge to drink them.

Just now, she signaled the waiter to get Harley Quinn a low-degree cocktail, but the waiter directly brought two glasses of untreated high-purity whiskey, and gave her and the woman opposite her a glass. The staff of the Gotham Hotel would not make such a low-level mistake as a mistake, which only means that these two glasses of wine had been ordered by someone long ago.

It is very likely that Harley Quinn ordered it himself before appearing.

"Gotham's architectural style is very distinctive." I sincerely praised Dorothy to throw the topic back, "Halley, can I call you Harley?" After getting Harley Quinn's nod, Dorothy continued, "Where are you? Are you a native of Gotham?" His eyes quietly swept over the waiter who had just delivered the wine, and saw the guests in the bar without any abnormalities. Dorothy put down his wine glass and pretended to take out his cell phone to watch the time.

Sure enough, there was no signal on her phone.

"Guess?" The clown girl did not answer the question head-on, but half-took her head, with a bit of cunning and hidden malice on her face. "Dorace, guess where I am from? I guess right, there is a reward..." She lowered her head slightly and leaned forward. Harley Quinn's beautiful eyes were wide open. Under the light, her eyes were full of Dorothy's reflections.

"Then I guess you're a native Gotham." Unable to the other party's abnormal behavior, Dorothy didn't seem to see Harley Quinn's big and cunning eyes, "Right?" Yu Guang swept over the little Spider-Man sitting on her left. Dorothy was shocked to find that Peter was blushing at this moment because of Harley Quinn's hot pants and his overly bold thighs exposed. He was sitting on the sofa, staring at his own hands on his knees, and he didn't dare to look elsewhere.

Σ(⊙▽⊙) Such a innocent child must not be the biological son of Iron Man.

Dorothy's daily idols.

"Hehehe, why?" Harley Quinn didn't say it right or wrong, just smiled nervously.

"Because... it feels." Her body moved forward and no longer leaned against the sofa cushion. Dorothy took out all the social (flirting) and flirting skills she had developed over the years under the system training. She placed her arms on the table, and she supported her chin with one hand. "Halley looks very similar to the city of Gotham... There is a whirlpool hidden under her beautiful appearance." She is not a fan of the DC, and she only has a slight understanding of the character of the clown girl, but she vaguely remembers that the other party's encounter was very difficult.

Peter was huddled uneasyly on the sofa and did not dare to move. The woman who came to chat with her senior sister was almost stretched out her thighs in front of him! He knew that he had to respect women since childhood, and he really couldn't deal with the current situation, but he couldn't leave her senior sister and left by himself.

only……

Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey? As he listened, Peter began to feel that the conversation between the senior sister and the woman who came to chat with him was not right. What does it mean to "you are very similar to this city"? What does it mean to "a whirlpool hidden under the beautiful appearance"? Is the senior sister's speech wrong?!

Peter's entanglement, Dorothy is not aware of it. She lightly lit the table with her empty hand, smiling on her face, and stared directly at Harley Quinn opposite her. The phone has no signal, and she must find a way to imply that something is wrong with Peter, asking Spider-Man to call the police or take the guests in the bar to the safe floor first - at least they have to take their classmates out.

"I like your necklace." It implies that Peter cannot be done too clearly, Dorothy decided to stabilize the clown girl first. He pointed to the cheker neck ring with rivets on the other party's neck. Dorothy sincerely praised it, "very beautiful." This is not a lie. The reality of Harley Quinn's 2D style punk dress is charming.

"Really? (/≧▽≦)/" Dorothy's praise made somewhere, and instantly ignited Harley's enthusiasm. The smile on the face of the clown girl, who was a little teasing, just now began to become sincere. "Do you really think this necklace is very good for me?" The big eyes were wide open, completely different from the empty eyes just now.

"Of course." Aware of the fact that he had already opened up the topic, Dorothy blinked at Harley Quinn opposite him, "The necklace is very suitable for you. The person who gives you this necklace must love you very much." A beautiful woman would not be happy even if she was praised for jewelry. It would make Harley Quinn so excited that it only means that this choker's neck ring was given by the clown.

Sure enough, after Doroth said the second half of the sentence, Harley Quinn's excitement increased significantly. "Do you really think my pudding loves me?" Even his voice was octave higher.

"I have never seen your pudding, Halle." Dorothy slowly tidied up the hem of her skirt in Harlem's expectant eyes, and then spoke, "But I think a man who is willing to spend time choosing jewelry for you... must be worthy of your love." He raised his glass to the excited girl opposite, Dorothy put the wine glass on his lips and put it down.

Even if she was not a clown girl treating her, she would not dare to drink such a high-purity whiskey.

"Do you really think so?" Holding his face with both hands, Harley had completely forgotten why she came to find this Batman woman. She was caught off guard and was confirmed to love pudding. This level of surprise was enough to make her forget everything. "Oh, Dorothy, you are so cute!" At this time, the blond girl sitting opposite was as cute as a little angel in Harley's eyes. "Hey, come here, change her juice." He waved to the bartender behind the bar with a domineering attitude, and Harley asked someone to change the whiskey in front of Dorothy.

really.

Dorothy has been very strange since the beginning. Even if there has not been a photo of the face of the clown girl Harley Quinn in the news, how could the staff of Gotham Hotel, as a Gotham native, really don’t know what Harley Quinn looks like? Even if they don’t know their appearance, they should always know the other party’s iconic 2D punk outfit, right? But why hasn’t the bar waiters been afraid or nervous since Harley Quinn sat down until now?

Of course, that's because the waiters in the bar are all clowns :)

Spicy chicken hotel, take date pills!

The waiter responded and brought Dorothy a glass of orange juice. This time Dorothy did not refuse, but smiled at Harley and took a sip - this showed goodwill, and she accepted the other party's kindness.

"so", put the juice down, Dorothy turned his attention to the clown girl again. "Where is your Mr. Pudding, Harley? How could he be willing to let you come out on such a wonderful night?" Harley Quinn was in front of her, where did the clown go?

Immersed in the fact that even a stranger could see that the love between her and her lover was stronger than Jin. Harley was now happy and seemed to be flying in the sky. "Of course he wouldn't want me to come out." She held her face with her hands, and she smiled sweetly, "pudding is now upstairs, I'll go up to find him in a while." She blinked at Dorothy, with a look of "you know". "He has a big gift to give now." Speaking of this, Harley unconsciously felt a little lonely in her excited voice.

Dorothy accurately noticed this with her four years of experience chatting with the ladies in nightclubs. "Oh? He has a surprise to give you? It's not qualified to reveal it in advance..." Turning a blind eye to Harley, he instantly became a little fierce. Dorothy smiled and finished speaking, "Halley, even if you know that your Mr. Pudding has a surprise to give you, don't show it. This will disappoint him." One of the bar's pickup skills, took advantage of the situation and wanted to suppress it first.

"Where is it for me..." The blonde girl opposite was wearing a close-fitting black dress, sitting in an elegant position. Her whole body was completely different from her style. However, when she was seriously looked at by those green eyes, Harley couldn't help but shook her mind. She suddenly had the desire to talk - anyway, the other party didn't know who she was.

Even if you know it, it's nothing.

"That gift was carefully prepared to give to another man." She was angry when she mentioned the Batman. "Dorose, you don't know, that man hates it very much! He always makes my pudding sad. My pudding has done so many things for him, but he always has the annoying look, and it has not changed at all from beginning to end!" Damn Batman, she really hates Batman!

"pudding prepared a surprise for him today. Hum╭(╯^╰)╮" The viciousness in Harley's eyes flashed again, as if she was very annoyed by her lover's attention to others. Dorothy kept looking at her with a warm look, and had not asked anything about that man, which made Harley feel more considerate. "Dorthy, dorothy, tell me, is he too much?" The legs that were stepping on the edge of the table had been put down. Harley supported her hands on the table, and her body crossed the table, and leaned her head to seek recognition from the "concernful girl".

This "he" naturally means not a clown.

Dorothy did not comment on the strange triangle relationship between Batman and the Joker couple. She looked down at Harley, who looked down at herself and tried to seek recognition, with a serious look and a gentle tone, "Halley, I don't know your Mr. Pudding, nor does it know that 'that man', but if you want to say it," she raised her arm and touched Harley's beautiful pink ponytail, "I'd like to listen." With this kind of rhetoric, she had comforted countless young ladies in the bar.

Dorothy's arms were slender and her fingers were cold. But at this moment, Harley felt that the palm of the other person touched her head was hot. She was obviously a little girl who was a few years younger than her, but under the soft light, Dorothy's green eyes made Harley feel at ease and comfort.

This long-lost feeling made Harley stand up from the sofa. She walked straight to the closest position to the girl, pushed away the person in trouble, and Harley sat on the single sofa to the left of Dorothy.

(⊙﹏⊙)← Peter, who fell to the ground, got up and scratched his head in a daze, and then sat silently in Harley's original position.

"My pudding..." Lying on the armrest of the sofa, looking at Dorothy's gentle eyes, Harley spoke unconsciously. "Dorthy, my pudding really cares about me..." As he said that, Harley's voice began to become low, no longer as vibrant as before.

Dorothy was not very clear about Harley Quinn's experience. She only vaguely remembered that the other party seemed to have been hurt by the clown. Looking at Harley's beautiful colorful ponytail, Dorothy sighed silently, stood up, and sat on the armrest of Harley's single sofa.

The handrails are very wide, at least Dorothy sits without any pressure.

"Sometimes... just sometimes..." leaning on the sofa, Halle raised her head and looked down at Dorothy. It seemed that the temperature from the other person gave her comfort, and Halle gradually removed all her defense. "Sometimes my pudding always focused too much energy on that man." She wanted to monopolize her pudding, but pudding always had to focus on Batman.

Why can't pudding give her all her body and mind? They all blame the annoying Batman!

"Dorace, I hate that man so much. It would be great if he died." The malice that Halle exuded at this moment even made the Peter policeman sitting on one side feel like he wanted to step forward and pull Doroth away.

Without going to see the others, Dorothy focused all her attention on Harley Quinn. The Joker was upstairs and Batman was upstairs, which shows that the Joker's goal today is the banquet hall and the guests inside. With Bruce Wayne, she doesn't think the Joker's conspiracy can really succeed. But if she wants to let her classmates spend tonight without any harm, and complete the survival task assigned by the system, she must comfort Harley Quinn well.

"Halley." Looking down at Harley who looked up at her. Although Dorothy could not understand the relationship between the other party and the clown, she knew what to say at this time to impress the woman trapped in love. "This relationship is between you and your Mr. Pudding, and it has nothing to do with others." Batman, the mistress, was really wronged.

"Has that man responded to your Mr. Pudding?" Shaking his head and interrupted Harley's words to refute, Dorothy looked at the angry clown girl seriously, "Halley, tell me, no matter what your Mr. Pudding does, has that man responded?"

Looking up at those green eyes, Harley couldn't say anything about defending her lover. Yes, Batman had never responded.

For a moment, the table next to the floor-to-ceiling window was very quiet. Dorothy sat on the armrest of the sofa, ignoring how ambiguous she and Harley Quinn looked. "Halley, the relationship is like two people dancing. If your partner takes the wrong pace, you can't blame the others for not cooperating, right?"

Harley Quinn was venting his anger at all Batman's malice. She cared too much about Joker, but Joker cared too much about Batman. Under the vicious cycle, poor Bruce Wayne took the blame.

"Then do you think it's pudding wrong?" As if he was convinced, Harley raised her head and looked at Dorothy with red eyes. "Or am I wrong?"

Her voice trembled.

Students, it’s time to make the key points and knock on the blackboard!

Looking down at the pitiful Harley Quinn, Dorothy, who had been through many battles, fell into such an obvious trap? This seemingly two-choice choice is actually unsolvable. No matter which one she chooses, she will not only lose Harley Quinn's trust, but will also lose all the favorability she had laid before.

Women who are trapped in love don’t like to distinguish right from wrong, especially those who are in love like Harley Quinn.

"Where is there any right or wrong in the relationship?" ← This is the standard answer, please remember it.

Sure enough, after hearing Dorothy say this, Harley's expression became more relaxed and her eyes softer. She even raised her hand and hugged Dorothy's waist directly.

Harley Quinn had a strong and aggressive scent. Dorothy was first hugged by the other party, then pulled down the armrest of the sofa by the other party's powerful arms and slid directly on the sofa. Now she and Harley Quinn hugged each other and nested in a single sofa.

Without saying or even moving, Dorothy let Harley hold herself without making any statement. For a woman like Harley Quinn who is extremely nervous, doing too much will backfire. But she was wearing a backward outfit today, and the other party's tight hugging of her hot arms inevitably made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Harley hugged the sweet little girl in her arms tightly. The other party's soft body was like a little rabbit. She was honest and obediently held by her. Dorothy didn't say anything that made her unhappy or did anything that made her unhappy. Except for pudding, Harley had almost never gotten this kind of happiness that made her feel full of her heart.

Unconsciously, Harley told each other every bit of her and pudding together.

He was held by Harley Quinn, even though he was mentally prepared, Dorothy was still shocked when he heard the other party's experience of being pushed down from the potion pool of the chemical factory by the clown.

The Joker is indeed a lunatic. Harley Quinn is just a poor woman.

Harley smelled the sweet smell of Dorothy, and the other person's quietness and obedience made her very happy. She couldn't help but want to try again (≧w≦*).

"Dorose", let go of the little girl whose back was strangled with red marks by her. Halle's powerful arms were tightly pinched on Dorothy's shoulders, so that the other party could only face to face with her. "Do you know? I'm willing to do anything for my pudding..." Her round eyes were full of happiness. This kind of feeling of pouring everything into a person, Dorothy couldn't understand, but she respected Harley's choice. "This is your choice."

As an adult, he must be responsible for his own choices. Harley Quinn fell in love with the Joker and naturally had to be responsible for her own feelings. No matter how crazy and incredible the relationship between them was, Dorothy, an outsider, could not be judged by him.

"I like you so much o(*￣▽￣*)o..." He pushed the little girl down on the sofa. Harley supported her hands on the other person's face, but Li ignored her and tried the little boy who seemed to be attacking. He raised his hand to touch Dorothy's soft and smooth cheeks. Harley couldn't help but lower her head and kissed her. "If I hadn't pudding, I would definitely like you the most, Dorothy. Oh, I'm willing to do anything for you too!"

Peter was standing next to the single sofa where Dorothy was pressed down. In ten minutes, his worldview was broken. He was stunned and watched his senior sister open up his heart by talking to the woman who was obviously not in a good position, and then why did he hug her again?! Hey, hey, let go of the senior sister quickly! I want to call the police and say that someone is acting like a hooligan!!! What's going on with you Gotham?! Do men and women choose senior sister alone?! Damn why are you talking?! Be careful if I put on the uniform given by Mr. Stark and beat your dog's heads!

Ned had evacuated the customers in the bar at Peter's instructions. At this time, only Dorothy, Halle, Peter, and the clown's subordinates disguised as bar waiters. Perhaps because they did not receive the orders from Harley Quinn, those people did not stop the customers from leaving.

The hotel's well-sounding doors and windows eliminate the possibility of noise coming in, but the floor-to-ceiling glass still reflects the lights of police cars and police helicopters.
To be continued...