dmims Chapter 19 Rental Issues
Chapter 19 Rental Issues
Chapter 19 Rental Issues
"Bruce, there's something I need to tell you," Tim said, gently stroking the coffin of the Angel of Death. "It's about Zas."
"Didn't he attack my school, Gotham Heights High School, before? And then he was captured by that Cheshire Cat you sent."
Tim said, "Although Zass said that no one was directing him, and my investigation confirmed that he was not lying, I don't believe in coincidences."
Why did he choose my school out of all the many high schools in Gotham City? Both in terms of the method and the timing of the crime, Zass's actions this time are completely different from his past behavior.
Someone must be controlling him from behind the scenes—a two-faced man? A riddle-maker? I can't figure it out for now.
He stood up: "But whoever he is, he probably has some guesses about my true identity..."
However, Tim quickly shook his head, losing interest: "Forget it, it's all just my speculation. I have no evidence to prove it, let's not talk about it anymore."
"Bruce, what did you want to say earlier?"
Chen Tao frowned.
Indeed. According to the comics, Zassy attacked a girls' school, not the high school Robin attended.
What caused the plot to change?
Damn it, it can't be me again, can it?
With too little information, Chen Tao couldn't come up with anything, so he decided to stop thinking about it.
He said, "We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need you to come with me to Little St. Priss."
(This area is a neighborhood in Gotham)
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This is the newly opened "Super Baby" restaurant in Gotham City. Due to the bizarre dinosaur incident a couple of days ago, the owner thoughtfully launched the "Amazing Dinosaur Delicious Set Meal," which has become an instant hit.
"Okay, here's your Harley Quinn burger, your Black Canary salad, and your Jesse Quick's broken leg combo..."
A waitress dressed as Harley Quinn brought several meals to the table, but a lewd guy reached out and touched her buttocks.
"...Watch out, you might break your hand, Fatty."
"Hey, you should show some respect to ladies."
The two policemen sitting on the windowsill said, "We might not be able to control the big green dinosaur, but we can definitely control you."
"ha!"
Unfortunately, in Gotham, the more the police try to stop certain people from doing something, the more they do the opposite.
The salted pig's hand still reached out.
The younger of the two policemen got a little angry.
"Boris, I can't take it anymore, I..."
boom!
The man with the groping hand screamed in agony as the tavern waitress lifted him up with one hand, slammed him to the ground, and snapped his arm with a crack.
The maid dressed as Harley Quinn patted non-existent dust off her hands.
"So, is there anything else we can do for you, handsome guys?"
"Damn it, she broke my hand! She fucking broke my hand—"
squeak-
A few hours later, it was time to get off work.
Harley Quinn left the restaurant while doing a word game in the newspaper, but she didn't go home.
She took the subway to an apartment in downtown Gotham.
Knock knock knock!
She went up the steps and knocked three times on the door.
"oh!"
Harry looked up and saw a leaf peeking out from under the door.
"Someone will find out if we do that." She immediately stretched out her pale, delicate little hand and plucked off the green leaves.
No one responded.
So she took out her key and opened the door with a creak.
It's not very noticeable from the outside, but once you open the door, the room is almost entirely filled with plants.
The lush green ivy almost completely covered the room, and the winding trunks made it seem like an East African rainforest.
Harley put her hands on her hips.
"That's enough!"
rustling sounds...
With a soft rustling sound, the plants slowly receded, revealing the true face of the person inside the room.
Perhaps it's a plant.
"Goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose!"
A giant carnivorous plant appeared in the center of the room, emitting a chilling laugh.
"Harley, you're here! Ivy asked me to tell you that this is your home from now on!"
"Of course, there's no electricity, no water, and no gas here because Ivy hasn't paid rent for over six months!"
"..."
Seeing that Harley remained silent, the giant carnivorous plant immediately replied, "Aha, I know what you want to ask. Let me answer you."
"Stop. Let me ask. And Frank, can you stop these exaggerated gestures?"
A giant carnivorous plant in one meal.
"Oh, Harley, I thought you'd like these."
"First, I broke up with the Joker a long time ago. Second, I've turned over a new leaf and even found a job as a waitress at a ghost restaurant called Super Baby."
"Third, I'm perfectly normal now, not crazy at all, and my name is Harleen Quinzel, not Harley Quinn!"
Harley squeezed her face hard, forcing a distorted smile, then reached out and abruptly pulled her upturned lips flat, returning her face to normal, completely unrecognizable as the mad and eccentric Harley Quinn of yesteryear.
"Fourth, I was cured, and those doctors in Arkham even gave me a bunch of random awards. In short, I wasn't released with Little Red. If I hadn't been so broke, I would have..."
"Ugh, damn it, let's not talk about this anymore, that's weird."
Harley looked around at the mess and said, "Didn't Little Red tell me before that he hired the little boy next door to clean his room and water these plants? Why is this place like this...?"
"vomit!"
Frank vomited up a skeleton in front of Harley, with an indigestible leather backpack on its back.
"What a gift, thank you, God, what are you doing...?"
"I can't help it, Harry."
Frank, the man-eating flower, said aggrievedly, "A week after Ivy left, this little rascal diligently cleaned the room, but a month later he started stealing things, so..."
"Damn it, you're in big trouble. Don't his parents have any—"
"vomit!"
"vomit!"
Two more skeletons were spat out. Judging from their clothing, they were a man and a woman, and Harley could guess their identities without even looking.
"That bastard Frank, what if the landlord finds out..."
"vomit!"
A skeleton leaning on a cane was vomited out. This skeleton was relatively new, with two pieces of undigested, rotten flesh still on it.
Frank spat out another gun: "Don't blame me. That little bastard's parents are full-blown gangsters. They came to our door with guns; they're not exactly good people."
"The landlord had already taken the house back and claimed many of the plants that Ivy and I grew for himself, which wouldn't have been a problem, but then he actually wanted to make flour in this room, so I had no choice but to comply..."
"..."
Harley was speechless.
"Okay." She was a little tired. "Anyway, I'm just an ordinary person now, so I can only stay here. There shouldn't be any ghostly trouble now..."
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
Harley heard someone outside shout, "Open the door! Batman!"
"...Are you annoyed?"
(End of this chapter)