❝Don't send a man to do a ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ's job.❞ ❖ Dr. Harleen Quinzel. —Detailed author. ❖ New face of ᴢᴇɴ. —Crossovers welcomed. ❖ SLs needed. RT

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Donations hosted for the development of a new hospital. Of course, Harleen was among the requited guest list, her work Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« down at Arkham Asylum beckoning her acquaintance. The young psychiatrist had taken the liberty of donning a nice, form Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« fitting black dress; a slit going down the side around her legs. — She, contrary to most, adored little parties like Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« these. Parties where some good could be done. Having arrived an hour prior to Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ's arrival, the blonde had already ordered »

« herself a glass of whiskey, downing about half of it in a single go; all because, while she did enjoy these events, she Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« didn't really enjoy the snobs that attended, boasting highly about their own fortune and whatnot—, always boasting Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« in a fit to condemn their lonely lives. The woman's train of thought is, however, broken as she hears Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ's voice beckoning »

« to her, Harleen extending a hand to Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ's own, shaking quite firmly. “Harleen Quinzel. A pleasure to meet you as well, »

« Mr. Wayne. As for what brings me here, I've donated to the cause.” A warm smile adorns rose-hued tiers, eyes on Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ's own.

Sincerity, and boasting.—Harleen knew the difference. And. She could certainly conclude that Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ was genuine with his speech. »

« He genuinely cared for the cause. “Thank you for such flattering words, Mr. Wayne,” Muses the blonde, red-hued tiers Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« waving skyward into a warm smile, gracing her features. “I work with many patients down at Arkham. Some are pleasant to Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ »

« work with, but most are not.” Lifting her glass, Harleen takes another sip of her alcohol, her smile remaining for Ｂｒｕｃｅ Ｗａｙｎｅ.