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Chapter 5 Waking Up on Harley's Sofa
When he opened his eyes again, what Jacques saw was a strange and low ceiling.

Where are you now?

Jacques, who had just woken up and was still a little dazed, felt his stomach first - fortunately, his waist was not cut off.Then he felt a faint pain somewhere, and when his hand touched the gauze on his forehead, he instantly recovered his memory before the injury.

Jacques sat up in a jerk, looked around to confirm his situation.

It seemed to be a low and narrow room, with only a few doors and no windows besides the old mottled walls.The ceiling is hung with simple high-power light bulbs, and there is a conspicuous place nailed with wooden boards.

The place where he was lying before was a large brightly colored sofa. When he sat up, a thin sheet slipped off his body, and he was still not wearing any clothes.

Crash.

At the same time, Jacques could hear the sound of water spraying from the shower onto his body from behind a certain door next to him, and he could also faintly hear the sound of humming.

After taking a deep breath, Jacques decided to find out if there were any clothes around him that could cover his body no matter what. After all, going on like this would really affect the morals.

However, the only thing that has something to do with clothes around is the black stockings that are mixed with all kinds of messy cosmetics and other things on the small square table next to the sofa.

But next to the stockings, a card-like object caught Jacques' attention.

Arkham Asylum Staff Certificate - Attending Psychiatrist - Dr. Harleen Quizell.

Seeing this employee card, Jacques thoroughly confirmed one thing. It was Harley Quinn who had just rescued himself from the Gotham agents, and this was probably her home.

"Honey—can you pass me the stockings you're holding?"

A sweet and charming voice suddenly sounded from behind, Jacques turned his head hastily, and was instantly stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw a slim girl standing in front of him with only a white bath towel around her. The large expanse of fair skin that was a bit unnatural to human beings had slight moisture from just taking a bath.

And under the blond hair that was wet and loose because he just took a shower, there is a delicate and delicate face. Compared with the heavy makeup that Jacques saw before, it is a little less charming, but a little more The elves are cute.

"What's the matter, little Pudding, did you still have some concussions just now?"

Harley Quinn smiled and took the stockings from Jacques. When her slender and white arms stretched out, Jacques could smell a faint fragrance.

"Excuse me, Miss Halle, I just have a few questions I'd like to—hiss, sorry!"

Jacques had just finished speaking halfway, when he saw Harry casually let go of the hand holding the towel, and the towel slid down like a waterfall, and quickly turned his head away.

This is too exciting, isn't the atmosphere of this lighthouse country or Gotham City so open?
Although Jacques was not young in his previous life, he was not an ignorant youth, but after receiving traditional education for more than [-] years, he is still relatively conservative and pure in heart.

"Problems? Of course we have a lot of problems with each other, my dear, I also want to ask you where you have been hiding for the past three years, and how you escaped from the sky - and you must also want to ask me, why did you do it three years ago?"

Harley's voice gradually became low and seemed a little sad, but Harry didn't continue talking, and the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing silence, only the rustling of clothes could be heard - which in turn aroused Jacques curiosity.

Sister, are you the Harley Quinn or the Riddler? How can you say half of it?

Hearing that the sound of getting dressed behind him seemed to have stopped, Jacques turned his head and wanted to continue asking questions, but he was stunned again after seeing the outfit that Harley had just changed into.

I saw Harley wearing ordinary and casual clothes, an elegant knee-length skirt, and her golden hair tied in a bun behind her head. She looked like an ordinary passer-by woman, which was quite different from the previous eye-catching clown girl. .

Seeing Jacques' stunned look, Harley blinked playfully and cutely, and then picked up a pair of glasses and a leather satchel from the sundries on the table. When she put on the glasses, she was even more unrecognizable from the previous one. Harley Quinn is alone.

"Sorry, honey, although I want to get together with you and talk to each other, but it's time for me to go to work, no matter whether you have questions or sweet words, can you continue after I come back at night?"

work?night?So it's actually daytime?

Harley took down a leather satchel from the hook on the wall, reluctantly blew a kiss to Jacques who was still a little confused, and started walking towards an iron door.

"Wait, Miss Halle, give me a moment—"

Of course, Jacques didn't intend to let Harley Quinn go like this. He had a lot of questions waiting to be answered, so he hurriedly wrapped the sheet around his waist to cover the important parts, and chased after Harley Quinn.

Wang Wang!

But the moment Harley Quinn opened the door, there were two loud dog barks, which startled Jacques.

Behind the iron gate, there was a strong and ferocious big dog—a hyena to be precise. It was looking at him with its teeth open, and its fierce eyes were full of tyranny.

"Hey, Bud, don't make trouble, he's not breakfast, he's your master's boyfriend."

Harry stroked the hyena's back like a kitten, then raised his head and gave Jacques a playful smile.

"Bud seems to be unable to recognize you because he hasn't seen you for a long time—so dear, don't open the door casually, especially if you are not wearing clothes—"

Having said that, Harley glanced strangely at the place that Jacques had covered with the sheet.

"Bud likes eggs and sausage."

Jacques instantly felt chills down his back, and before he could react, the iron door was slammed shut by Harry with a loud bang, and at the same time there was a rattling sound of locking the door.

Does this count as being illegally imprisoned?
Jacques sighed, it seemed that no matter what questions he had, he had to wait for Harley Quinn to come back.Not to mention the locked iron gate and the ferocious hyena behind it, it was impossible for me to roam the streets in this state.

goo—

Jacques' stomach made a low, muffled sound, and he realized that he hadn't eaten a grain of rice since he traveled to this world until now, and he should have asked Harley Quinn for some food at the very least.

Driven by hunger, Jacques had no choice but to start searching around the room. Fortunately, in the corner of the table, he found a bag of potato chips that had just been opened, but judging from the softening degree, he hadn’t kept them for long. There is a thick notebook next to it.

"This is a newspaper clipping?"

Jacques opened the notebook while putting the potato chips in his mouth.It seems that there are various reports cut from newspapers, and there are occasional handwritten handwriting next to it.

On the first page of the newspaper clipping, the shocking headline caught his eye.

"Reveal the truth! The truth about the crime prince clown being killed by Batman - Harley Quinn is the real hero?!"

(End of this chapter)