I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 43
"I disagree."

Harley Quinn sat on the table in front of Jacques angrily, crossed her arms across her chest, and raised her slender legs.

Jacques gently held his forehead and smiled helplessly. Harry's reaction was exactly as he imagined.

But in any case, convincing Harley Quinn is also a must-otherwise Jacques will become a bare-handed commander, and he has to do everything by himself.

"Honey, I will obey you in other things, but this is the bad bat's proposal, and I disagree with 1 people. This is also for your own good. I know very well that I have believed in that bad bat before People, but few end well."

Harley sighed softly and looked at Jacques worriedly.

"Harvey Dent, Barbara, Jason Todd, if you need an example I can give it until tomorrow morning. Trust me, honey, no amount of lives is enough to be teammates with that bad bat."

When Harley Quinn said this, Jacques felt a little apprehensive.Although he was fooled by Bruce's aura and words in Wayne Manor, when Harry mentioned it, he remembered that Batman's Lone Star buff was not built.

"Honey, I remember you said that you just want to live a peaceful life. Then we should stay away from that bad bat. With your strength and mine, there is no need to be restrained by him. We can live a free life —isn't that better?"

Jacques hesitated for a moment, then faltered and muttered in a low voice.

"I was just thinking. Seeing you working in a fast food restaurant, I feel a little useless—although my dream is to lie flat and eat a soft meal, but to be honest, if I was raised by you like this, I would feel uncomfortable."

Harley Quinn was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly, and she got down from the table with a graceful figure and sat on Jacques' lap. The fragrant wind wafted into her nostrils, and Jacques felt some blood rushing up again.

"Ha, Harry, stop teasing me, we're talking about business—"

"Honey, you mean—you'll raise me in the future, right?"

Jacques blushed and avoided Harry's gaze.

"I'm just saying. Well, I live with you, so I should pay some rent"

"If you want to pay the rent, there are other ways—"

Harley put her jade arm on Jacques' shoulder, wrapped it around the back of Jacques' neck, stared at Jacques with blurred eyes, and the latter felt his brain go blank for a moment.

"It's the same if you want to make money. Gotham has always had a black industry of smuggling, selling illegal drugs, etc. If we 'borrow' some money from them, no one will ask us-it's better than being caught by that bad bat. Much better calculation, no?"

Black eat black?This sounds like walking in a gray area, a dangerous job-but think about the anti-heroes in the DC world, it seems that they all live very nourishingly?
"You're right, Harley. Even if you get Batman's $[-] million salary, if you die—"

"One hundred million dollars?!"

Harley let out a scream, and hugged Jacques tightly with both hands, and the latter's face was instantly buried in Harry.

"Ugh! Cough cough, Harry, I can't breathe—"

Even though this, Harley's strange power is not a joke, Jacques patted Harley's arm vigorously several times, and Harley quickly let go of Jacques as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"One or one hundred million dollars, why didn't you say it earlier! Dear, do you know the concept of one hundred million dollars?!"

Jacques, who was still reminiscing about the benefits just now, looked a little dazed. To be honest, for Jacques, who was just a poor social animal in his previous life, all his concept of [-] million US dollars was just a few celebrities’ tax evasion fines—this is an exaggeration. the numbers?
Seeing Jacques' appearance, Harley sighed lightly, and flicked Jacques' forehead.

"Let me tell you this, Bruce Wayne's total net worth is just over 90 billion, [-] million US dollars in cash, which is enough to drive the world's most powerful killer crazy."

It was only then that Jacques remembered that this world was different from his previous life, and the concept of money could not be generalized.The richest man in the world in his previous life, a super rich man who said he wanted to go to Mars, was worth more than 2000 billion U.S. dollars, so Bruce Wayne, who has an industry spread over half of Gotham and can build a private space station, is obviously more influential.

Only when he thought of Batman handing over [-]% of his property to himself did Jacques truly feel the value of this windfall.

"My dear, I thought about it carefully. It seems that I can get 1 million US dollars in half a year-this is not bad. After all, Gotham is not like before, and the law and order are much better."

Seeing Harley's eyes shining brightly, Jacques couldn't help but burst out laughing. Sure enough, Harley would inevitably be tempted in front of this huge sum of money. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have to spend so much effort.

"I think the same way, Harley. Well, after all, you see, Barbara is your good friend, right? With her character, even if she is the only one, she will stand up against the criminals in Gotham. We are also for Give her a hand, Batman's salary is a trifle—isn't it?"

Hearing that Jacques had deliberately lowered the steps for her, Harley's smile became brighter.

"Sure enough, you know me best, Little Pudding. That's right, that's exactly what I think."

Jacques realized that the distance between himself and Harley was already extremely close, both emotionally and physically, and now might be the time when it will come to fruition.

"Harry."

Jacques called Harley's name in a low voice, then put his hands around Harry's body, and tentatively approached her face.

As if sensing Jacques's thoughts, Harley's pretty face flushed bright red, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"and many more!"

Harley suddenly broke free from Joaquin's embrace, and left from Joaquin's body.

No! !Three times ah three times, this is the third time, it’s already this time——

Just when Jacques was about to collapse, Harry just tiptoed to the door, and after confirming that Zyra was sleeping soundly, he gently closed and locked the door.

Then, when she turned around, the nightgown slipped from her smooth shoulders.

"My dear, remember to keep your voice down—you don't want to wake the children up."

Accompanied by the rustling of the fabric, Harley Quinn, a woman as beautiful as a fairy, has once again approached Jacques's side - now, the only thing that hinders them is Jacques who is unbuttoning her body. Out of clothes.

Jacques caressed Harry's goose-egg smooth skin, and the worry in his heart disappeared without a trace.

""

Harry licked his red lips lightly with his small tongue, and his clear and agile eyes were burning like flames.

"That's troublesome. I'm not good at patience. My dear."

In the dim light of the basement.

(End of this chapter)