novelraw Chapter 27 Arkham's Psychologists
Chapter 27 Arkham's Psychologists
"I don't think I have the stress disorder you mentioned?" Although Harley didn't understand the psychological terms Queenie mentioned, she guessed from the literal meaning that it should be some kind of "traumatic" change?
She didn't feel that the trip to Apocalypse just made her "traumatized".Although I feel terrified when I think about it afterwards, she didn't have much consciousness during the whole process of being caught and brainwashed that lasted about a few days.
Anyway, it was over in a daze, and Uncle Bruce ran to save himself, and Harley recovered completely.
Uncle Bruce was seriously injured because of this...Harry guessed that Uncle Bruce must have some kind of supernatural power, he is the one who can beat Darkseid!Uncle Bruce can do anything!
"You...already know?" Queenie's eyes widened when Harry thought of Batman.
"Know what?" Harry wondered.
Queenie looked around, covered her mouth, and leaned closer to Harry's ear, "That guy in Gotham who starts with the letter B... his real identity?"
Harry yelled in his heart!Uncle Bruce's secret was revealed by Queenie!She should have protected her brain better!
Wait...Harry narrowed her eyes, "...how you feel about this question...do you know it too?"
Queenie faltered and couldn't give a perfect explanation in a short time, so Harry confirmed her guess.
"How could you... well, well, I see, it's your 'Legiliency'", Harry curled his lips, unable to hide anything from Queenie.
I don't know if Uncle Bruce knows that his secret identity has been picked up completely by an 8-year-old girl.
"I guess you know more than me!" Harry suddenly thought of this, "You must know who Robin is? Is it Damian?"
Queenie looked very embarrassed, "Dad always said that it is immoral to just reveal other people's secrets to a third person."
Biting her lip, she added, "And I always feel like... this is something your family needs to figure out."
"Okay... I'll let you go." Harley admitted that what Queenie's father said made sense, but she still felt blocked.
Queenie looked at the silent Halle, and felt that a new topic had to be brought up.
"That...you learned magic? And you learned how to fight?"
Harry shook his head wearily, "It doesn't count...I don't know either. In terms of magic, I can only cast three or four irony spells. Irony magic is really too difficult!"
"Not to mention fighting, it's all about punching and embroidering legs, and I have to grow taller and stronger!"
Queenie looked adoring, "You are too humble! You have defeated Batman!"
"How can that count?" Harry's mood brightened a little, "Uncle Bruce obviously let me. He was trapped by me only because he was not prepared for my magic."
"Do you want to learn? I can try to teach you!" Harry was very happy thinking of this, can he have a good friend to share magic with?This is so rare.
Queenie hesitated, and Harry could see that she was eager to try, but in the end the blond girl shook her head, "Grandma said that it is very dangerous for little wizards to use magic without authorization before the age of 11, and she is very careful about this... I don't want to disappoint her, so forget it..."
"Besides, when we go to Ilvermorny when we are 11 years old, there will be endless magic to learn!" Queenie quickly recovered from the regret of not being able to learn magic in advance, as she always does. So excited.
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After saying goodbye to Queenie at the door of the classroom, Harry walked into the classroom and started the day's lessons.
On Paradise Island, little girls who need to learn cultural knowledge will gather on the terrace of the main hall, accompanied by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and read the crystallization of wisdom of their predecessors.
Suddenly returning to an ordinary American classroom, Harry was not used to it.
And the homework that the teacher announced at the end of the day's class made Harry complain even more.It's her constant nightmare - the "autonomous science project".Every child should come up with their own ideas, do their own research, and make a small exhibition board; the scope is not limited, and the direction is arbitrary, as an activity to welcome the "Science Week".
She is the least good at science and handicrafts.
So Queenie, who was waiting outside the classroom for Harry to leave school together, saw such black faces worried about homework.
"Then how did you do your homework in England?" Queenie asked her own question after learning what troubled Harry.
"Most of the science homework is the kind that everyone does together in class, such as dinosaurs, of course no one wants to be with me." Harry shrugged nonchalantly.
"Most of the homework is just reading. Aunt Petunia doesn't bother with me. As long as I take the signature form, she will sign without even looking at it."
"Of course there's manual work and science work, like building an aquarium or something. But you know Aunt Petunia, she won't buy me materials, little colored paper, etc. Don't even think about it. Even an empty I won't give the cartons to me, because Dudley will definitely need to make them, so give them to him first."
"And Dudley's aunt Petunia did all the manual work on his behalf," Harry said flatly, "so if it was this kind of homework, I wouldn't do it, anyway, my aunt said a long time ago that I would do it in the future." Go to Stonewall High School—a terribly crappy school."
Harry suddenly realized what was abnormal, "...you can see the cause and effect from my mind, can't you?"
Queenie smiled faintly, "All I can see is... I think you might need to speak out sometimes."
Even knowing that the girl in front of her can spy on her thoughts at any time, Harley found it really difficult for her to dislike Queenie because of this-this girl's ability has not only harmed others, but has become a kind of heart-warming force.
"Come to my house today!" Queenie took Harry's hand, "I'll show you the science project I did last year—I did an introduction to animal behavior!"
Talking about her achievements, the little girl talked eloquently, "I originally wanted to be Xixiu, how cute Xixiu is, and I will never repeat it with other children! But my father said that everyone would treat me as a lunatic... So in the end I had to choose Tyrannosaurus rex."
"Tyrannosaurus Rex? Isn't that extinct?" Of course Halle had basic biological knowledge.
"That's why it's interesting," Queenie said with a natural look.
Harley also really wanted to see the exhibition board on the life habits of Tyrannosaurus Rex, so she asked the driver to call Grandpa Afu, and got the right to go to Queenie's house to hold a "pajama party". Queenie asked for her mother's phone number.
She's going to spend the night at a good friend's house to do homework and gossip!This is an exclusive event for girls that she has envied for a long time!
Queenie has always taken the school bus to and from school. Today, out of conscientiousness, the driver took the two girls back to Queenie's house.And Queenie's mother, who had already talked with Ah Fu on the phone in advance, greeted them outside the house.
This is a standard American middle-class suburban house.The garage and the lawn are all available. Although it is not big, it is very warm.
Harry followed Queenie into the house and put down her schoolbag in the living room, and Queenie ran to hug her father who was packing the documents.
"Dad, this is my good friend Halle."
Dr. Kowalski had the same blue eyes as Queenie, and he smiled gently at Halle, "Hello, Halle, it's great to meet you, I've heard Queenie tell a lot about you. "
Harley replied politely to Queenie's father's greetings, while thinking anxiously: Queenie's best things are good things... Based on her consistent experience, what the parents of former classmates knew from Aunt Petunia was all about Her stupidity.
Dr. Kowalski has already picked up his briefcase, "You two children are having fun at home, I will go to work overtime."
Queenie looked very upset, but she just pouted and said nothing, watching Dad's back with sad eyes.
"Mom, Dad has accepted a special consulting task from the police again." The girl looked at her mother aside and used declarative sentences.
"This is your father's job." Mrs. Kowalski stroked Queenie's hair and sent the two girls back to the bedroom.
Queenie's room is completely a standard girl's world - cartoon pillows and plush toys are placed on the pillow; the bed cover is lace; the lamp and pen holder on the desk are pink; Hanging posters of Disney princesses.Anyway, Harley couldn't tell who these princesses were, and no one told her stories or took her to watch cartoons.
"Your room is great." Harley's heartfelt admiration did not receive any reply. She turned around and saw Queenie's unmotivated appearance.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"It's Dad... He must be going to Arkham Asylum again. I promised him not to take the initiative to read his thoughts, but I can feel that every time he comes back from that madhouse, his heart will be darker."
"I don't like that place, no one likes that place except the bad guys", Queenie was more angry than sad.
"That lunatic asylum... Who are the prisoners in it?" Harry admitted that he still didn't know enough about Gotham.
"I don't know... Dad never let me get close to that place, maybe because he was afraid that I would see the things in the brains of these patients."
Harry sat on the edge of the bed with Queenie, and the two little girls were silent together.Adults are always like this, so annoying.
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During the two weeks preparing for her science homework, Harley found herself spending more nights at Queenie's than at the mansion.
This actually made Alfred breathe a sigh of relief, because taking care of the injured Master Bruce (the main task is to keep him in check and prevent him from making night patrols), and coordinating the Wayne Group with Lucius Fox have already consumed Almost all of his mind.
He was indeed a little negligent in taking care of Harry.
So when Harley proposed to spend the night at Queenie's house, Afu called Mrs. Kowalski directly and asked her to look after Harley during this month, and the Wayne House paid for it.The reason he gave was of course the news that had been published in the newspaper - "Bruce Wayne was injured again due to extreme sports".
Mrs. Kowalski declined Afu's money return, "This is what it should be."
Of course, Halle didn't know about the arrangement of the two parents, but she was still very happy to be able to go to and from school, do homework together, and sleep together with her good friend-like having an extra sister who had a close relationship.
And thanks to the Kowalski family's rich collection of video discs, Harley finally distinguished several Disney princesses.
I wonder if Mom and Aunt Petunia were like this when they were young?
But she still struggles with her science homework.
"Hey... I really don't know what subject to use." Harry pulled his hair, thinking about the subject so much that he was going to explode.
"Choose an animal too? Dinosaurs?" Queenie replied absent-mindedly while doing her own reading homework.
At this moment, Mrs. Kowalski pushed open the bedroom door, "Queenie, take Harry to pack your things. Mom has to work overtime today, and the two of you are going to Wayne Manor to spend the night. The driver is already waiting outside."
"Okay, okay!" Harry was a little excited, she could finally bring her friends to play at her own home.
But Queenie looked at her mother silently, and after a few seconds, she nodded slowly.
Mrs. Kowalski had already closed the door and walked away. Harry didn't start packing up immediately, but looked at Queenie with questioning eyes.
"Something went wrong, but I don't know what it is." Queenie squeezed the textbook in her hand, "Mom has been thinking about the cake in the oven just now, and it doesn't change - people's thinking is normal. This is not the case in the state, this is the method she and my father used to hide it from me."