Chapter 152

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Three more days passed after my "return to life". The situation in our family has returned to normal, everything is the same as before, except that now Pam and Harley annoy me a little more about my appearance. But it's not that bad.

The girls began to go back to school, Pam went to work, although she decided to take at least half of it at home. Well, and Harley, this is Harley. She finally broke up with the Joker, I heard a conversation between her and her best friend. However, he even managed to find a replacement for her. But I have not yet seen this "New Harley", and I have not heard anything either about the Joker or about his henchmen. Although, I think, he will still show himself, but a little later.

In addition, I received a response from Nygma with consent to join my Alliance. Yes, it was "Alliance" that decided not to bother with the name, and Nigma liked it too, it sounds simple and simple. And if you need to rename it somehow, then just add one word and that's it.

After his consent, I gave him a couple of millionaires from the confiscated stash from the League for the arrangement of the first base for us. I figured out a couple of places that should serve us for this case within reach of Gotham, and I also asked him to think about this issue as well. And also to develop a security system for the shelter. I also promised to help with this and even showed a couple of fuinjutsu that they should help. After all, technology is certainly good, but not using my skills in this matter is stupid. Therefore, we were both satisfied with each other, and our relationship with him grew up again.

And the next after Nygma, Harley Quinn was on the list of important conversations, although it would be more accurate to say Harleen Quinzel. After a little thought and after consulting with Pamela, we came to the sensible idea that it's stupid to just keep a lot of money, that we have accumulated and that I've been fumbling around the world. Therefore, having already used gold (again, that I expropriated from the League) into currency, I handed them over to Harley with a proposal to found our own nightclub. And she happily agreed.

Although, to be precise, it will not be a night club in the usual sense of the word, there will be no stoned youth and stupid club music. It will rather resemble an institution for people over eighteen, where you can relax, listen to pleasant music, and have a drink. It will not be as good as elite restaurants, but it will not be a diner either. It remains only to secure it a little and find personnel. Although as a guard, there may be my double. This one will save you a lot. Harley loves to make cocktails, so she will also go for the bartender. But we also need waiters and waitresses. This raises the question - who?

Just pondering this question in the gazebo in the yard, I was caught, as it were, by a "sudden enemy attack." Although, in principle, my sensing has recently intensified.

- What a cutie you are, detective. - I was suffocating in the breasts of one blonde.

Its forms squeezed my little neck between them, and now I was trying to twist. And at the same time, all of us began to grow relationships again. And thanks to the system, I made sure that this is really Hannah Michaelson and I am not confusing anything.

Yes, it is she. Three days ago, for some reason, our relationship indicators rose again by a hundred. And yesterday, for some reason, another hundred. Although we did not contact in any way. And today she came to us. And, apparently, not one.

- Who you are? - I continued to play amnesia for everyone except people close to me. - Do I know you?

Somehow I got out of her really strong grip, I stood at the other end of the table and looked at her and Pamela with some blonde who was talking to her.

- Hee hee. Well, at least a little, that's for sure.

She was dressed very revealingly. Standing on high-heeled shoes and wearing black skinny pants, a black bra that looked out of what might be called a tank top, and worn over her arms rather than her body, a coat.

- Aren't you so cold? - I pointed to her appearance.

- Oh! Are you worried about me? - With a contented face answered Michaelson's question with a question. - It's so cute-oh-oh-oh. Come on here, I'll hug you.

I had to go away from her again almost in ripples, but the lady could not calm down in any way. In five minutes of "chase" I even managed to get + 1 to Strength and + 1 to Dexterity, escaping from her. Until she was stopped by a blonde, slightly taller than her, in a black strict trouser suit, grabbing her by the collar.

- Hey Kelen! Well, let go! The detective is such a cute ... - she whined, but the brown-eyed only made her face even harder than Bruce at official meetings.

I wonder where they studied like that, or is she also his other cousin? Necessary to find out!

Name: Kelen "Yellow Flash" Wright

Level Granted: 75

Race: Half human, half Homo magi

Class 1: Mage

1 Subclass: Battle Mage.

2 Subclass: Theorist Magician.

3 Subclass: Demonologist

Grade 2: Helper

1 Subclass: Bodyguard

2 Subclass: Secretary from God

3 Subclass: Lawyer

Grade 3: Diplomat

Trait: Mage, Hereditary sorceress, Head of the Wright clan, Owner of Solomon's key.

Age: 23 years old

Characteristics: see details. [Locked]